Lu Xun was silent. Originally, he didn't believe Feng Qingyang would surpass him, but everything that happened before his eyes proved to him that if he didn't compromise... there would be changes.
Everyone looked at Feng Qingyang numbly. At this moment, he looked like a bloody man. His last charge was like shedding a layer of skin, and he finally surpassed him in his last breath.
"Have you finally proved yourself?" After a long time, Lu Xun said this sentence, which sounded a little bleak, as if it was different from his usual self.
Feng Qingyang was stunned. Looking at Lu Xun's calm face, his heart was churning wildly, as if everything he had done was within his predictions.
I couldn't help but feel shocked. The scheming of this kind of people was really too deep, like a fog that I couldn't see clearly at all.
"Some things are destined. No matter how you try to change them, they are still controlled by fate!"
Lu Xun turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang straight in the eye for the first time. Looking at the hideous bloody man in front of him, although his face looked calm, his heart was actually in turmoil.
"Destiny? What is destiny?" Feng Qingyang said in a deep voice, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see something in Lu Xun, but apart from his pupils that were still like clear water, he could not see anything else.
"Look at that river down there!"
Lu Xun pointed far away at the bottom of Tiandu Peak. At this moment, a night had passed and the sky was turning pale. The morning wind blew over the cliffs on the mountainside, raising a thick fog. The two of them were looming in the fog.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked over and saw that Tiandu Peak was surrounded by water, with a huge river flowing from top to bottom, far away towards Guiyuan City.
The river is lush and green, with trees on both sides, nourishing the ordinary people living around the river.
Seeing Feng Qingyang staring at him in a trance, Lu Xun pointed with one hand and said, "Rivers are supreme and stay here, fish in the water flow down the river and flow into the sea and lakes. This is fate, and it is also the invariant of the existence of heaven..."
After a long silence, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his body, which pierced through the thick fog directly, and the crowd below finally saw the two of them clearly.
The weakest cultivator here was also a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, so he could hear their conversation clearly.
When they heard Lu Xun talking about the river below, they all flew up into the sky away from the periphery of Tiandu Peak. Looking from afar, they saw ordinary people working from dawn to dusk and resting from dusk. They couldn't help but sigh.
"You said that fate has made you go downstream, but can you go upstream?"
"Fate has ordained that you work at sunrise and rest at sunset; can you break the rules and work at sunset and rest at sunrise?"
Every word and every sentence struck Feng Qingyang's heart. Although his face was calm, earth-shaking changes were taking place in his heart.
boom!
Just as Lu Xun was about to start talking, a burst of momentum suddenly burst out from Feng Qingyang.
This aura was unusual, there was no killing, no bloodlust, only indomitable spirit. After being silent for a long time, his indomitable spirit finally shone through him.
"Who says fate cannot be defied?"
"Look at that little fish in the river." Feng Qingyang's red hair was flying and his eyes were shining with moving light. He pointed to the river in the distance.
Lu Xun and the people below followed his gaze and saw the river rushing down, but in the water there were groups of small fish swimming upstream.
Although there were always fish being scattered or even killed by the river, most of them still struggled forward, even if they were covered with bruises by the impact of the river.
"What do you know?" Lu Xun said disdainfully.
"A person's fate is determined at birth. For example, you are a zombie. If your strength is low, you may still be able to survive in this world of cultivation."
He paused and continued, "It's a pity that you are too high-profile and too ostentatious. Zombies are spurned by the heavens, so you can only be the enemy of the world. The stronger you are, the stronger your enemies will be!"
Feng Qingyang did not comment, but his heart was actually shaking violently.
The whole world is my enemy! What kind of concept is that? No matter whether they are human, demon or devil, they cannot tolerate my existence. I am so lonely and helpless!
"I am a peerless spirit, a spirit that only appears once in a thousand years, so I am destined to be a powerful person, someone you cannot reach! Even if you have surpassed me now, you will still fall behind me."
He turned his head and looked at Feng Qingyang, then added: "For example, now."
After saying that, he rushed into the sky with a whoosh and rose another hundred meters. He was still dressed in white clothes as white as snow. Compared with Feng Qingyang's embarrassment and terror, he seemed so extraordinary.
After that, he looked down and said, "Follow the will of heaven and you will live! Go against the will of heaven and you will die! This is fate!"
Some things are destined from birth. Even if you resist with all your might, it will be of no avail. How can man fight against fate
Just like a river, it can only flow from high to low. No matter how it changes, it cannot flow backwards.
"If fate is predetermined by heaven, then why do you want to compete with me?" Feng Qingyang said disdainfully. He said that it was predetermined by heaven, but he was still competing with himself. Isn't this just slapping himself in the face
"Let me tell you about fate..." Feng Qingyang continued, and without waiting for the wounds on his body to heal, he did not use his magic power to repair them. He just relied on his own physique to bounce upwards again, and immediately caught up with Lu Xun.
The two men faced each other, with calmness in their eyes, but who knew how much murderous intent was hidden beneath this calm appearance.
As if it were fate, one of the two must die. This is a struggle and also a reincarnation.
Feng Qingyang doesn't believe in fate, he only believes in himself. He firmly believes that as long as he works hard, he will succeed. So what if he is covered in bruises
He turned his head and looked at the school of fish swimming upstream again. His mind suddenly became clear. Looking at Lu Xun, he suddenly felt a little pity for him.
"Are you still you?" This was the first thing he asked after catching up.
Hearing this, Lu Xun fell into deep thought. To be more precise, Feng Qingyang's words hit the part of his heart that he had always been afraid to face.
He has been a child of destiny since birth, and his cultivation has been smooth sailing, making him a leader among the younger generation in the world of cultivation. Moreover, he is an unparalleled spiritual body, born with the will of heaven. It can be said that he will definitely be a figure who leads an era in the future.
But when he heard Feng Qingyang's words, he was a little confused. Am I still myself
"You are a spirit, that is destined by heaven. Do you think that is yourself?" Feng Qingyang continued to attack.
Every time he spoke a word, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his pale face became a little scary because of the flowing blood.
"You are not yourself. You are just a poor creature chosen by heaven."
"Who says you can't fight against fate? It's just that you have compromised..."
"Compromise? You said I compromise?" Lu Xun smiled without comment. He just felt that Feng Qingyang was extremely ridiculous. He was a peerless spiritual body. A spiritual body was what everyone dreamed of. It was undeniable that as a spiritual body, he must be the one chosen by heaven.
But so what? As long as I am strong and can be the best in the world, what does it matter if I am not myself
"Poor creature..."