The flowing images suddenly stopped, and Feng Qingyang's whole body shook, as if he was hit hard in the heart by an invisible hammer. His throat felt sweet, and the blood in his heart spurted out immediately. His sitting body shook violently at this moment, and he almost fell down.
"If all this is a conspiracy, then what am I?" Feng Qingyang said bitterly. After this negative thought appeared, it instantly turned into a storm that swept through his body, making him feel withered all over, like the coldness of winter and the withering of late autumn.
The breath of life completely disappeared, and was replaced by a strong sense of death. The appearance of this scene made Pangu's face change again. He didn't know what had happened to Feng Qingyang, but judging from the change in his breath, the change was definitely not simple.
"Is this... the decay of consciousness?" As he spoke, he instantly raised his head. Perhaps he had sensed a different aura from Feng Qingyang, which allowed him to see hope of survival in the midst of despair.
"The bleakness of winter, the extinction of all things, the withering of autumn, the beginning of the end, extinction as at the beginning, rebirth after reincarnation..." Feng Qingyang spoke softly, and with the appearance of these words, the aura on his body began to change again.
Yes, just as he said, he is indeed a chess piece, but as a chess piece, he has completely lost his qualifications to be a chess piece, or in other words, he is about to transform from a chess piece into a chess player!
"My fate has dictated that I become a passive chess piece, but I have never played the role of a chess piece. This is going against the grain. However, the existence of fate will never allow the existence of the opposite way."
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and almost at the moment he opened his eyes, the dragon of destiny in the outside void suddenly roared, and its golden dragon head was full of anxiety.
It roared, but was unable to emerge from the mist. It seemed to have just emerged out of thin air, unable to launch a real attack. This scene made Feng Qingyang smile faintly, as if everything was under control, and in fact this was the case.
"You can't attack me, nor can you kill me, because my fate is not in your control at all." As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and stood up, walking forward step by step in the midst of Pangu's shocked expression.
With every step taken, the aura of good fortune spreads, and a huge blue lotus envelopes the chaos, protecting it. Chaos gives birth to the blue lotus, and the aura of good fortune continues to grow.
Feng Qingyang took a greedy breath. After realizing that the other party could not kill him, his heart suddenly became clear. The stone that had been pressing on the deepest part of his heart disappeared. When he looked at the dragon of destiny again, he actually wanted to laugh. He laughed at why he was afraid of the other party, and even more laughed at himself for almost believing it.
What about fate? I don't believe in it, so it doesn't exist!
"I don't believe you can kill me! I don't believe you really control my destiny!" Feng Qingyang said softly. As these words appeared, the void suddenly evolved into a visible ripple storm, which swept away the chaos outside the Destiny Dragon in an instant, revealing its true form.
His black hair was flying, and he was dressed in a white robe that was whiter than snow. His smiling face was full of confidence, and this confidence made his power spread even more, even to the point of being on the verge of going out of control.
"Fate is illusory. If you believe in it, it exists. If you don't believe in it, it doesn't exist! Not only do I not believe you, I don't believe that anything in existence can kill me, no matter who it is!" Feng Qingyang said again. He turned into the original form of a zombie, and his original green face and fangs replaced his previous handsome features.
A breath of air appeared along with these words. The origin of this breath was very mysterious. The moment it appeared, Pangu's pupils behind him suddenly shrank. At this moment, he felt bitter and helpless in his heart. His firm mind was shaken about the Taoist inheritance in the center of the nine-story altar.
He understood Feng Qingyang's thoughts, and also understood the method to win the Dragon of Destiny, but even if he understood it, what would it matter? He could not get rid of this shackle, let alone walk out of this state. Even if he didn't believe it, his body would believe it.
He couldn't be like Feng Qingyang, who believed in himself but not in anything else, nor did he have the other party's domineering attitude of "no one else can do it but me". Just based on this point, he fell behind. So even though Yiai was stronger than the other party now, he still lost, not because of his cultivation, but because of his heart.
"You are the final king... Even though I have the consciousness of the mysterious way, I still cannot defeat you. Isn't this a kind of fate? It's just that this fate was imposed on me by you."
He sighed deeply and stood up as well, but he did not move forward. Instead, he looked at Feng Qingyang quietly like a bystander, watching how the other party shattered his fate, and even how he achieved the pinnacle of achievement by inheriting the Dao Ancestor's legacy.
Feng Qingyang's black hair fluttered in the wind, and the scales on his body flashed a strange glow in the void. Just one look at him would make people's hearts waver and give them a creepy feeling.
One step at a time, a world in sight, flowers blooming at every step, he reigns supreme over the world. This is the momentum that Feng Qingyang is showing now, to the point where it is almost unbelievable. He is like a legend, a rise against the will of heaven. In the current supreme world of gods, who doesn't believe in fate? Who dares to disrespect heaven and earth and practice the Way of the Ten Thousand Daos like him
His way is his own way. His way is the way of rebellion. It is the way to reverse the heaven and earth and turn the world upside down.
"My Tao is my life. My life is not controlled by you, but belongs to myself!" Feng Qingyang roared. A shocking look emanated from him, and he even had the aura of a dominant leader.
And behind Feng Qingyang's head, just as he said this, a golden halo suddenly appeared, as dazzling as the sun. After it appeared, countless chants came from the void.
“That is… the Sun of the God Emperor!” Pangu’s expression changed again. This time, not only he changed, but even the Supreme God Realm, which was now caught up in war, was instantly shaken at this moment.
In the unchanging sky, at the top of the Nine-Wheel Divine Emperor's Sun, that is, at the very center, a golden sun suddenly appeared.
The only thing that can appear here is the Sun of the God Emperor!
"The Sun of the God Emperor, this is the Sun of the God Emperor. Could it be that the tenth God Emperor has appeared in the Supreme God Realm?" Billions of ancient gods were excited, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Especially those ancient gods who were still fighting, they burst out with all their strength in an instant. The appearance of the God Emperor undoubtedly gave them a mantra to strengthen their hearts!
"Ten God Emperors, that would completely surpass the Demon Realm. We will definitely win this battle!"