However, this scene was already too shocking, as all the Shinto geniuses from the nine divine dynasties of the entire Supreme God Realm gathered together at this moment, all standing on the second step of the altar.
It is like the various schools of thought, the avenue roars, like a carp crossing the river, releasing a brilliant halo against the backdrop of the sacred way, which is particularly dazzling, and is filled with countless beliefs.
At the edge of the third floor, Feng Qingyang took a step forward. The obstacle between the third and fourth floors did not change much. It was still alternating between the true and false paths, but the pressure here was slightly stronger.
But what does all this mean to Feng Qingyang? With a calm expression on his face, he rushed through like a flash of lightning and landed in the gap between the third and fourth floors. He looked ahead calmly, and this was an endless sea of fire.
"Every step is a reincarnation, and also a whole new world." His expression was calm, without any change. Every time he took a step down, his whole body was bathed in a sea of fire.
There was a faint roar in the void. After the roar appeared, Feng Qingyang frowned severely. There was a deep fear in the roar. Suddenly, there were two eyes spreading in the void, like two huge stars floating in the sky, looking at him deeply.
Feng Qingyang ignored it and continued walking forward. There were different places in this world. This place was fire. This fire was like a mirage, showing multiple complex changes, and finally turned into a real entity.
The flames in the void flickered and spread out in a pattern of stars. Countless grids stretched across the void like a huge piece of expectation. After he walked into it, it was like a breath that suddenly came alive. He entered as a third party instead of the black and white pieces. On this strange chessboard, Feng Qingyang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but the light in his eyes became more and more intense.
The inheritance of Daozu, after all, is a peak showdown between geniuses. If you want to get this inheritance, if you don’t have enough momentum and strong strength, then it will be difficult to accomplish anything. You can only sigh and watch helplessly.
This is almost the only time I have to fight desperately. I must fight desperately, and there is only this one chance to fight desperately, Feng Qingyang thought so in his heart. As the voice echoed, especially at the moment when this thought appeared, the void suddenly changed. The original flame disappeared, and the faint grid in it became extremely clear. Feng Qingyang was stunned at first, but at the same time, he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.
Because, at this moment, those black and white chess pieces that filled the sky and earth gathered together at an extremely fast speed, and soon a huge star was hung in the sky. From that star, a strong gravitational force and a solemn and murderous intention emanated.
"If you can block it, you can enter the fourth level. If you can't block it, you will fail, and the result of failure is death!" The vicissitudes of life figure appeared with the changes of heaven and earth. With the appearance of the voice, the stars in the sky seemed to be moved and collapsed with a bang.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, this time he did not choose to resist passively, but chose to take the initiative. He rushed forward suddenly, and in an instant there was a loud roar in the void. The violent collision caused the void to be turbulent. A strange scene appeared again. The huge star just shook a little bit and then exploded. It seemed to be extremely powerful, but in fact it was weak inside.
Feng Qingyang was unstoppable. He continued to gallop with the power of creation, heading straight for the top of the sky with an indomitable momentum, because he knew that if he wanted to reach the fourth step completely, there was only one possibility, and that was to blast it open and use its broken power to teleport it to the fourth step.
A stick of incense later, Feng Qingyang fell from the void. He was covered in blood, which flowed down slowly. The shattered sky suddenly came together again at this moment, and the dissipated huge stars reappeared. Time kept passing, and the moment he fell, everything was back to normal without any change.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang came back to his senses. He opened his eyes and looked at the reality. He was still standing at the innermost end of the third floor. But after this period of time, there were more people on the steps. However, compared with all the people on the second floor, there were only a dozen people walking up at this time.
The rest of the people looked at them on the third floor bitterly. They were too frightened to go up again because if the attack failed, they would die without a burial place, because the first floor had completely disappeared without a trace.
"The way of truth and falsehood, the third level is true and false, the fourth level is still true and false, but what exactly does this true and false mean? My injury seems to be real too."
Feng Qingyang's eyes flickered, and as time went by, he gradually became confused. The difference between the true and false lies in how to find the real part, while the false is to be confused with the real. What kind of mentality should one have when facing the false
As he was thinking, Feng Qingyang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt that his originally calm heart was now filled with inner demons and turned directly into chaos.
As the feeling of irritation emerged, Feng Qingyang became restless. His clear eyes turned into the same weird and violent red as Tuoboye's. He rushed towards the fourth floor like a madman, as if he was determined to fight to the death.
After repeated collisions and climbs, Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, but the more he climbed, the crazier he became. He didn't show any intention of retreating. The starry sky in the sky had been shattered by him countless times. Even if it was on the verge of death, even if it was broken into pieces, it could be restored in an instant.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he rushed forward like lightning. He was determined to smash it again and again, even at the risk of his own inner demon disturbing his mind. If it didn't work once, he would do it twice. If it didn't work twice, he would do it three times. Even if it was ten thousand times, he would be unstoppable.
Finally, after the last punch landed, he smashed his fist hard on the star. The storm was like a dragon, and there was a bang when it was cut. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Qingyang's mouth, but the madness on his face did not diminish at all.
"The way of truth and falsehood. I don't need to distinguish the truth and falsehood here completely. I only know that your falsehood is superimposed on a truth. So when I completely destroy your last falsehood, that will be the moment I face your truth."
Feng Qingyang roared in anger, blood gushed out and spread all over the void, looking shocking, but that cruelty and violence gradually turned into madness.