In the square, Feng Qingyang retracted his outstretched hand. As the big world collapsed, he completely woke up from his previous rampage. Then he looked into the void. Although there were people here looking at him, his sharp gaze made countless people here avoid his eyes.
Even though they were geniuses, even though they were young overlords from the nine great divine dynasties, they still could not raise their heads again at this moment.
"It's you who gave me strength!" Feng Qingyang took a step forward, and countless big hands appeared from the void, looking at the direction where Zhu Xuezhu disappeared.
"It is you who has enabled me to continuously improve my cultivation!"
"And your love!"
"You are my home. In my memory, you exist from the beginning to the end. Even if I break through the cycle of reincarnation, I cannot erase your image. So, from now on, even if you forget me, what does it matter? As long as I remember you, it's fine!"
Feng Qingyang raised his head and looked at the dragon ball that was still spinning in the sky. It had not completely melted yet. He suddenly pointed his finger forward. A strong thought turned into the power of his heart and blood, piercing through the void. Under the suppression of the big hands in the sky, he continued to move forward. Suddenly, he merged into the sky in the shocked gaze of the young man in white.
The confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, and turned into persistence, determination, and a constant pursuit that eventually led to recognition.
"You don't recognize me, but I know you, so... just think of it as me pursuing you again, what's the harm?" Faintly, the world seemed to remember Feng Qingyang's murmur, and after it was heard, it turned into an ancient vicissitudes of life, like a song of longing that never dissipated.
"I will wait for you and pursue you again until you get to know me again, remember me again, and let me recover in your memory." Feng Qingyang raised his head. He did not say this out loud, but said it silently in his heart.
The moment this sentence appeared in my mind, the heaven and earth seemed to sense it. A deafening sound echoed, and a hazy color suddenly appeared on the glittering sky. Those were two huge whirlpools, and suddenly bursts of unique aura emerged from them. That was the place where the Taoist ancestors passed down their legacy, and it was the breath of inheritance that attracted everyone here.
Likewise, outside the sky, in the spinning vortex, the aura of the great formation spread out, and the distorted waves gradually became larger and more violent, tearing open the barriers of the world.
"The inheritance of the ancestral realm—start!" If you listen carefully to the roar, you can vaguely hear from it. The roar and the roar are clearly these words.
Feng Qingyang's eyes burst into brilliance when he saw the roaring art. At this moment, the power of heaven was infinite, spreading endless pressure. Under this pressure, Feng Qingyang's heart had completely recovered from its original state of distraction, as if it had been washed away by great sorrow and joy, and became even more indestructible.
"The inheritance is open. From now on, all those who accept the inheritance must enter it!" In the void, that mighty, plain, yet powerful voice appeared. When it fell into the ears of everyone at this moment, it sounded like the sound of nature, and it seemed particularly moving.
The moment these words appeared, the ninety-nine eighty-one young men and the divine beasts beside them turned into streams of light and rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, the huge square was deserted, leaving only Feng Qingyang,
After hesitating for a while, he took Xiaohuo and Kong Xuan and moved forward a hundred feet, and in an instant they entered the vortex.
But just after he entered, the scene changed suddenly, and a huge lake appeared in front of him. The lake was a strange blood red color. It was calm at this moment, without a ripple. But the moment Feng Qingyang appeared, the tranquility here seemed to be broken, ripples appeared, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he took another step forward.
As he approached, the ripples continued to roll, becoming stronger and more numerous. Finally, they intertwined and gradually turned into wind and waves. Sharp roars echoed through the sky and earth, like the cries of ghosts, and lingered for a long time.
"They are not here, so everyone entering here is obviously randomly assigned, but our final destination is the place of inheritance. Do we need to find this place of inheritance by ourselves?" Feng Qingyang's eyes showed deep thought, while Kong Xuan stood silently on his shoulder, with a trace of imperceptible remembrance in his eyes.
As for Xiaohuo, he looked around in confusion. Although he was extremely powerful, with his intelligence and small head, he could not understand these supreme beings no matter how hard he tried.
Feng Qingyang walked slowly, step by step, closer from the shore and walked directly into the lake. He did this just to confirm the thoughts in his mind.
When he stepped onto the lake, the wind and waves became stronger, rolling over like an alley-oop. It seemed that Feng Qingyang's entry had angered the other party, so much so that the other party wanted to smash him to pieces with their powerful force.
In the center of the lake, waves rolled and blood-colored ripples spread, looking full of weirdness. From this moment on, an altar with countless figures appeared. The faces of those figures could not be seen, but from the moment they appeared, Feng Qingyang felt the painful struggle from them, which gradually rose as he entered the altar.
After the altar was raised, a huge platform underneath was revealed. The platform had nine steps, and each step was ten feet in size. It was piled with bones. Some of the bones were directly thrown on the platform, while some of the bones were crushed and scattered in all directions.
In addition to those figures, there were several chairs in the center of the altar, and on the chairs sat three people in black robes. Their faces could not be seen, and the black robes did not move, as if no matter how hard one tried, the black robes could not be lifted.
Feng Qingyang paused, but he did not stop. Instead, after a little thought, he walked forward step by step. Slowly, he immediately discovered the unusualness here. When he entered a certain position, the altar would rise, but when he passed that point and continued to move forward, the altar would begin to descend.
"It's really interesting. Could it be that this altar is a portal?" Feng Qingyang's eyes showed a gleam of brilliance. He kept repeating forward and backward. After a while, he took a step forward without hesitation. As he approached, the countless figures on the altar cried leisurely, shaking the earth, and sighed. It seemed that countless whispers appeared in his ears, making people feel annoyed.
When Feng Qingyang was less than 20 feet away from the altar, the altar had already sunk completely into the blood-red lake...
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