Phoenix... Phoenix! It turns out that he is the Phoenix, he is the other half of the Nine Phoenixes - the Phoenix Bird! And the Nine Phoenixes themselves are the Fire Phoenix, the Phoenix seeks the Phoenix, the Phoenix and the Phoenix are the real Phoenixes.
No wonder, his original body is a zombie, belonging to the extremely yin creature, but he can use the power of the primordial fire. Isn't all this from the breath of the phoenix on his body? The mark on his chest, the flame between his eyebrows, that is not the Nine Phoenixes, but himself, his own soul awakening.
Perhaps, he was a phoenix in his previous life, and became a zombie after his second reincarnation. Everything can change, but the soul cannot. He reincarnates again and again, searching for a way to transcend in each cycle.
The phoenix has died nine times and been reborn from the ashes. He is now in his ninth reincarnation. With his wisdom, he has been reincarnated as the phoenix in the previous life again and again. He has also cultivated to the peak of the God Emperor, but ended up entering the cycle of reincarnation again and again. This time, he has found the right direction. He has risen against the will of heaven in the form of a zombie and traveled the world in a counter-path. In this life, he will not fail again!
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, and countless memories flashed through his mind. He walked towards Jiuhuang, and then hugged her tightly in his arms, resting his head on her shoulders. He thought of his previous life and everything Jiuhuang had done for him.
The current Jiuli God Emperor can basically be said to be the inheritor of his mantle from the previous life, and thus he achieved the status of God Emperor. Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, entered the cycle of reincarnation. As for Jiuhuang, he successfully helped Feng Qingyang escape by stabilizing the earth, but he himself was sealed in the Jiuli land forever.
A day in heaven is equal to a year on earth. Feng Qingyang has been in the world of cultivation for countless years. Until today, who knows how much time has passed. Finally, when Jiuhuang was about to collapse, he came back. He rose up with a domineering attitude. He was no longer low-key and no longer pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. Instead, he showed his true self, killed all obstacles, and finally fought his way back to the supreme divine realm from the weakest existence.
All of this is so strange, yet so familiar at the same time. What Jiuhuang has paid for him is no less than what Zhu Xuezhu has paid, and even more. She has to endure the pain of her soul being torn apart with every breath she takes under the Jiuli land, but she feels that it is all worth it. Some things are not about being worth or not worth it, but about being willing or not. For this reason, in Jiuhuang's view, even if she has to sacrifice her life for him, she would be willing to do so, because this is her life!
"In this life, I will never let you go, and I will never let you suffer the pain of splitting your soul for me." Feng Qingyang murmured. His voice was very soft, but to Jiuhuang's ears, it was like the sound of nature. She suddenly smiled, so happy, one smile could conquer the city, another smile could conquer the country. This smile contained too much unspeakable sadness and - the final happiness.
As he spoke, Feng Qingyang turned around and waved his hand behind him, putting the coffin on his back into the door of time and space. Then, he took Jiuhuang's hand and walked towards the ancestral temple.
His speed was not fast, but very steady. He walked forward step by step, as if he was going to walk to the end of the world, until the end of the world, until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. Gradually, the distance began to increase, and he came to the gate of the ancestral temple step by step. Feng Qingyang did not hesitate at all. He seemed to have forgotten that in the end only one person could transcend, and the rest would fail, and this failure might mean destruction!
"Let's go!" Feng Qingyang took a step forward and instantly disappeared into the ancestral temple. As the two of them entered, the ancient gate began to close slowly. It seemed as if a sigh that had been waiting for a long time came from it, and it completely disappeared as the gate closed.
At the same time, the color of the statue also became dim, but the light contained in it became brighter and brighter, and even had the tendency to illuminate the sky. At this time, countless blood-colored auras rushed in from all directions, shining like meteors, dazzling and vast, densely packed and countless.
The Asura God Emperor commands billions of armies in the Demon Realm and stands together with the Supreme God Realm. He makes plans but will not take action personally. Just as he said, he will not stop the battle in time, but balance the four sides and will not let the Supreme God Realm and the Demon Realm have an overwhelming advantage.
He stood in the void, looking deeply at the ancestral temple. Once upon a time, he also thought that he could enter it. After all, there was a chance of transcendence there, and once transcended, he could live forever! After practicing for so long, they no longer distinguished between the devil and the devil. There was only breakthrough, all methods returned to one, all ways returned to the origin. In the final analysis, this was a chance to live forever against the will of heaven.
"I owe you!" Shura Demon Emperor gritted his teeth and thought so in his heart. Then he turned into a black cloud. As he moved, the entire warring Supreme God Realm and Demon Realm suddenly boiled over.
Those Half-Step Demon Emperors and Half-Step God Emperors who had not taken any action, were staring blankly at the void. The appearance of the ancestral temple could not be hidden from their eyes at all.
But what can be done? The ancestral temple is more than just an ancestral temple? Although their realm has the word "emperor", it is a pity that this is not a complete realm after all. Without the sun of the divine emperor, they have no last hope.
Deep in the ancestral temple is a unique world. There is no sky, no earth, no living beings, only a desolation like the void. You can even see countless stars under your feet and feel the faint breath of life in those stars.
However, when he used his spiritual sense to thoroughly investigate, he suddenly realized that it was an illusion. The uniqueness of this illusion is that if you believe it is true, then it is true. Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang was shocked. If so, then is the current world real? Or is it that he just believes that he exists in this ancestral temple, so in this ancestral temple
The Nine Phoenixes disappeared, or rather, all those who entered were scattered in all directions. Perhaps they were right beside him, but they were so far away from him through countless time and space. It was unknown how much time had passed, so that a smell of decay began to appear on Feng Qingyang's body, and he looked as weathered as a dead skeleton.
However, his eyes became brighter and brighter, brighter than the shooting stars and the stars under his feet.
"No Dao corresponds to the ancestral realm, but what kind of Dao is this? Even if I am practicing the reverse Dao, going against the sky, it is also a kind of Dao, just my Dao. But it is also a kind of Dao, then what is No Dao? Is No Dao the realm of Dao Ancestor and others?" Feng Qingyang murmured, and at the moment he spoke, the sky and the clouds changed color, and not far in front of him, a huge stone tablet appeared with a rumble.
Surprisingly, there is not a single word on this stone tablet. Is it a wordless book