Feng Qingyang nodded.
During this time, he has become familiar with the environment here.
This is a spatial world independent of the Supreme God Realm. The snow mountain at the back is the only channel connecting to the outside.
If you want to get out of this world, you have to either blast the snow-capped mountains or cross the forbidden area.
No one knew how he got in. All we knew was that one morning, when the local natives were working in the fields, they found him beside a stream, having been unconscious for who knows how long.
As the patriarch of the clan, it was his natural duty to take the baby back to his hut and treat him.
The sky here is blue, and the people here are strong, so strong that they don’t even know what kind of sensation they would cause if they walked out into this world.
It is like this year after year.
The clan leader Chu Yuntian, grandson Chu Jun, granddaughter Chu Lingxi,
Feng Qingyang returned to the thatched hut, but this one was built by him. This space had a great suppression law, which was particularly strong in suppressing fluctuations in mana and the laws of the Tao.
"The world here is a little different."
He walked out of the hut and sat on a big rock not far from the news. Kong Xuan and Xiaohuo were not around. He suddenly felt lonely. People are like this. They don't notice when they are around until they are separated, then they are caught off guard by separation.
Everything here is very primitive, as if returning to primitive life, men farming and women weaving, they seem to have forgotten the Shinto laws and forgotten that they are powerful and boundless gods.
They were a little surprised at first at Feng Qingyang's sudden appearance here, but to them, who were simple and honest, more was more, and the worst that could happen was that they could just give him a piece of land.
The stone was not big. Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on it. His clothes were whiter than snow, his long hair fluttered in the wind. His strong outline was like a magical sculpture. Wherever he sat, he would always attract the hearts of countless girls. But at the same time, he would also be met with hostility from countless young men.
This is not hatred, but jealousy. To them, the girls in the village should belong to the men in the village. Now a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stole the hearts of all the girls as soon as he appeared. This is a naked blow to them. It would be strange if they were not jealous.
The sun rises and the moon sets, spring goes and autumn comes, and soon it is the last hour of the year. When midwinter is approaching, Feng Qingyang suddenly moves.
His body was covered with a thick layer of snow. He sat here for a whole year. At first, the villagers thought he was meditating, but later they found that he had fallen into some strange state.
Was he really sleeping? In fact, it was not the case. To him, it was like he was sleeping. Over the years, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to sleep.
And just a year ago, when he was sitting beside the stream and watching the gentle flow of the stream, he suddenly fell asleep. He slept for a whole year, from the spring when flowers bloomed to the frozen land.
As he woke up, the snow on his body gradually melted away. He did not recover his cultivation, his magic power was exhausted, he could not feel any existence, and his Nine-Layer Immortal Palace was still petrified.
He opened his eyes, and his gaze flashed with a gleam of brilliance. There was no three flowers gathered at the top of his head, but there was a sense of emptiness in his body. Looking up at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Feng Qingyang suddenly made a decision.
"You want to leave?"
At some point, Chu Yuntian appeared beside Feng Qingyang. His arrival was very sudden, but Feng Qingyang did not feel surprised, as if everything was within his expectations.
He stood up, turned around and looked sincerely at Chu Yuntian, the clan leader here, and bowed deeply: "If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be me now. Although this place is good, it's not my world after all."
He was right. Life here was indeed peaceful, even comfortable. People had no intrigue against each other. Everyone was strong and capable, just like a harmonious society.
However, there is something missing here, something that Feng Qingyang must have.
That is bloodiness. Without bloodiness, how can he be strong? Just stay in seclusion like this until he becomes great after ten thousand years, and then go out to find Zhu Xuezhu, save Jiuhuang, and find out the truth
By that time, Jiuhuang would have probably passed away, and Xiaozhu would have become a married woman, and her children would probably be jumping and running around, playing around.
All this is not what Feng Qingyang wants. What he wants is to dominate the world, to lead the army in a charge, a life of war and bloody killings. That is the life he wants.
"My life should be full of blood. Here, my edges are almost worn away. If I want to recover, I think the only way is to get back on the edge of the knife."
Feng Qingyang stood up and looked at Chu Yuntian. His gratitude was not fake. He was helping him sincerely, and he was also thanking him sincerely.
"Do you think that if you return to the Supreme God Realm now, you can recover everything you have?"
Chu Yuntian did not refute, but said so.
Feng Qingyang nodded confidently. He had never compromised. As for the words that appeared in his ears some time ago, such as perhaps he could never recover even in his eternal life, he just smiled faintly and did not take them to heart.
"Have you ever thought that even if you go back, you won't recover? What should you do then? Choose to be quiet or silent? This is not your world, but it can be the last pure land for you to dominate the world.
If you want to leave, I won't keep you. I just want to tell you that leaving is a wise choice for you, but when to leave is crucial. "
Chu Yuntian paused at this point, looked at the snow flying all over the sky and said: "Look at the snow, it can float freely in the void, but why does it melt when it falls to the ground? Even if it finally condenses, it is because of the infinite."
"You are now like this snow, without any foundation. If you return to the Supreme God Realm, do you think you can freeze thousands of miles and cover the entire earth?"
Feng Qingyang was silent. He turned around and looked at the world. He reached out to catch a piece of snow in his palm and watched it melt. He was suddenly touched.
"Perhaps you have a point."
Feng Qingyang did not refute. He always respected the elders who cared about him. Since they would not harm him, why bother yourself
"In the end, it all depends on your choice. Perhaps you are right. You don't belong to the peaceful world. You are a handsome man. Whether you can be a king, an emperor, or an emperor, it all depends on your thoughts."
Feng Qingyang was shocked and looked at Chu Yuntian in disbelief. Why did he know so much? To be a king, an emperor, could it be that he would really embark on the path of dominating the world in the future
"Senior, you are..." Feng Qingyang bowed again.
"Have you heard of the Dongtian Clan?"
"Dongtian?"