The crowd exclaimed and many female monks shed tears, not for anything else but for his unyielding spirit of preferring death to glory.
In the void, the man shrouded in Dun Dun was looking into the distance in a daze, and the eyes of the old men around him were all bursting with golden light.
Only... Only in Qian Duoduo's eyes there was a hint of concern.
At the bottom of the mountain, Old Man Hou appeared again. His appearance still did not attract any attention. They did not even see him. "Not bad, kid, you actually climbed to that place!" A hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he disappeared again.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was lying on the top of Tiandu Peak. He even thought he was dreaming. He really didn't expect that he would climb up to Tiandu Peak like this. Then his consciousness collapsed.
Dream, he had a beautiful dream. In the dream, he was still an archaeologist, leading a team to excavate an ancient tomb. When they were about to open the coffin, he woke up.
He lay flat on the top of the mountain. He didn't even have the strength to look around. He didn't want to move a finger, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.
I forced my eyes to move, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a flat square. The square was not big, and there seemed to be something in it reflecting the sunlight coming down from the sky.
He turned his body over and crawled towards the place where the light source came from. After a long time, when he finally saw clearly, his mind was shocked.
The light source was not some rare treasure, but rather a set of bones as white as jade, bones that looked human but not human. Even though the bones were just bones, they still stood firmly in place.
There was no wind on the top of the mountain, and it seemed that even the wind could not reach up there.
The human skeleton held a long sword in his hand. Feng Qingyang's eyes flickered and he slightly stretched out his fingers.
call!
As soon as he touched the sword, it turned into smoke and disappeared, and then the human bones disappeared too.
"What's going on?" He was confused, thinking that he was hallucinating, so he fell to the ground and fell asleep again. It was a full day and night before he woke up.
This time, he felt refreshed. Although he still had the scars on his body, at least he was able to move. He stood up and looked around carefully, taking in all the scenery.
The platform on the top of the mountain is not big, and the ground is flat and smooth, like a mirror, or more like it was cut by something sharp.
There was no pressure in the sky, it was unusually quiet, Feng Qingyang could even hear the sound of his wounds healing. He turned around, stood on the edge of the roof, looked up into the distance, but saw nothing but a vast expanse of white.
Everywhere he looked was golden light. It was the sunlight that he liked but his body hated.
"If I could feel my own blood, if I could break the curse that plagues the zombies, if I could make the zombies recognized by heaven and earth, then - how wonderful it would be!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes blurred, replaying memories from the zombie heritage in his mind. Although those memories were only recorded in words, he could deeply feel the desolation and helplessness in them.
He didn't know how high Tiandu Peak was, nor did he know where the pressure came from. He only felt that the sky was so close and so pure at this moment.
"Why can't the pure sky accommodate us? Why is the whole world our enemy?"
"Because you are a zombie - you are the remnant of heaven, a race abandoned by heaven!" A cold voice came from behind.
Feng Qingyang was shocked all over. The ceiling was only a few hundred meters high. He had already investigated Erqing before, but at this moment he heard a sudden voice behind him, which immediately shocked him.
He turned around silently and saw a man standing in front of him, a young man with blood-red hair and wearing a crescent-shaped shirt.
The man had an indifferent look, full of indifference. That person was none other than himself!
Feng Qingyang's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't know whether the person in front of him was an illusion, or another self in his heart.
"You can't resist this fate, because you are going against heaven..." he said slowly on the other side.
Then he pointed to the sky and said, "To defy the will of heaven is to break through the sky. Do you think you can do it?"
Feng Qingyang looked over and saw the sky was blue and flawless.
I feel like I'm very close, but at the same time I feel insignificant. There's a saying that the higher you stand, the farther you can see, but there's one thing missing: the higher you stand, the more you realize how insignificant you are.
What the figure said was right. When Feng Qingyang saw the vast sky, he did feel a sense of awe. It was awe for the sky because he had a human soul.
"Our sky is different..." Feng Qingyang shook his head, and then he pointed to the sky above his head and said: "That day is not my sky!"
"Because there is no me in this sky!" Because - he is not from this world.
"Since this is not the sky I live in, there is no need for me to be in awe of it, nor do I need to obey it."
After a pause, he continued, "I have a mission, a mission to save the zombies. If you want to understand it as fate, then I will go against the will of heaven and change fate."
The man on the other side smiled, and his originally cold expression turned into a smile, but after the smile, he turned into a ferocious one, and the white crescent shirt was torn, revealing the hideous and terrifying armor inside. There were even scars all over it.
"Did you see that?" He opened his chest, revealing the heart that was no longer beating, and said hoarsely: "This is the end of defying the will of heaven..."
"You... still dare?" He looked at Feng Qingyang with a complicated expression.
Feng Qingyang was amused. He pointed at the heart that was no longer beating and said, "Why do you dare to do this? I just followed my heart. I was confused about my mission and even thought it was destined. But do you want to change it?"
"Change?" the man muttered, and then twisted again, transforming into a middle-aged man he didn't recognize.
The man was wearing a white robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and holding a blood-red sword in his hand. He looked at Feng Qingyang with satisfaction, and then swung the sword towards the sky.
When the sword came out, the sky let out a mournful cry, and the blue void was suddenly cut open by the sword, revealing a section of bright stars.
The people at the foot of the mountainside had not left for a day and a night. They wanted to see the result, but at this moment, they suddenly found that the void at the top of Tiandu Peak was opened by a shocking sword energy... and then it was covered by a layer of white mist.
"What is that?" The crowd was shocked!
…
The top of Tiandu Peak!
The man looked at Feng Qingyang with satisfaction and said, "The sky there is your sky..."
After he finished speaking, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared. At the same time, the crack in the sky suddenly turned into a blue sky, as if nothing had ever appeared before.
Feng Qingyang stared blankly at the place where he disappeared, and saw a flash of light on the ground. He walked forward and took it in his hand.
This is a golden token of medium size. A small sword is engraved in the center of the token, and written on the sword is - Tiandu!