"As expected..."
The old man muttered to himself, his expression changed instantly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"Do you know what this is?"
After a pause, he raised his hand and suddenly a small fang appeared in his hand, as big as a dog's tooth, flashing cold light in the dim hall.
"this… "
The moment the old man took out the fang, Feng Qingyang's eyes suddenly widened, and his heart seemed to stop beating at this moment. Everything was gone in his eyes, and only the tiny fang remained.
“This is… This is…”
He murmured, and couldn't help stretching out his right hand, and naturally took the fangs from the old man. The old man didn't seem to want to stop him, and just looked at him quietly.
“It’s a tooth!”
"puff!"
Hearing this, the old man's body shook, and his two cloudy eyeballs almost fell out. His cold old face turned purple, and he stared at Feng Qingyang blankly. It was not until a long time later that he came to his senses.
He thought Feng Qingyang would reveal some happy secret, but he actually blurted out such a sentence, almost choking on his own saliva.
Just as he was about to reach out to take back the fang, Feng Qingyang casually waved his hand away and immediately moved his hand away. His eyes were shining with a strange light and his expression was more serious than ever before, as if he had finally returned to the point at this moment.
“Is this a zombie tooth?”
"That's right!" The old man collected his thoughts and his expression returned to indifference, as if the previous depressed look was just an illusion.
After a pause, his expression suddenly changed, as if he remembered something.
"Indeed, you are the legendary Son of Language..."
At this moment, the old man became excited, his eyes were burning, and he looked at Feng Qingyang as if he was looking at a naked girl. His face flushed red, and he no longer had his previous calmness.
"With your presence, our thousands of years of fighting can be ended, and we can finally leave this world!"
He seemed unable to control his mind, and did not care about Feng Qingyang's reaction. He rushed forward and grabbed Feng Qingyang's arm. Then he waved his hand, and a whirlwind suddenly blew up, and he disappeared with a whoosh.
Feng Qingyang seemed to have no reaction to all this, like a wooden man, he followed the old man's pull and disappeared. When he came to his senses again, he found himself at the shore of the lake that had just appeared.
"Little brother, come with me!"
Hearing the old man's excited voice in his ears, he ignored it and pulled Feng Qingyang to fly away again. At this moment, the old man burst out with the pressure of the Golden Core Power. Even if Feng Qingyang wanted to resist, he was powerless.
Just like this, he kept flying along the lake. After an unknown number of hours, when a blood moon hung in the blood-red sky, the old man finally stopped.
He stared blankly at the sky, tears streaming from his cloudy eyes, and his whole body exuded a sense of vicissitudes and desolation. In this situation, even if he didn't say a word, Feng Qingyang could feel the sadness.
"It's been thousands of years... Can the hatred that has lasted for thousands of years finally be resolved? Will the fighting between the tribes finally be resolved at this moment?"
He asked questions one after another, then loosened his hands and flew high into the sky alone. Then the power of the golden elixir burst out in an instant. His white hair moved without wind, and his simple green robe rustled. He swept away the vicissitudes of life before, and instantly burst out with a heroic spirit.
"Huo Chi, Jin Lie, Mu Yan, Tu Shan, old man, the son of destiny has appeared, wake up!"
He raised his head and roared, sound waves emanated from his mouth, instantly producing a visible light that spread to the entire world in an instant, with the lingering sound lingering and echoing endlessly for a long time.
Feng Qingyang was stunned. He looked around and his heart suddenly beat wildly, as if he had discovered something incredible. His blood was burning and flowing in his body, and he even let out bursts of roars.
Following his gaze, I saw an ancient battlefield beneath the sky. On the battlefield, countless corpses were piled up, and between the piles, cold light flashed from time to time.
The cold light was so chilling that it seemed as if it could pierce into the bone marrow with just one glance. Feng Qingyang was a little dazed. He had never seen such a tragic phenomenon. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was miserable.
Just one look at those white bones can instantly make you feel the desolation. It seems that the desolation also contains a sense of tragedy and sadness.
"Shuitian, what are you yelling about? Is it because too many of your Shuizhen died in this fight, and you're not happy about it, so you want to be beaten up by us?"
Not long after, a loud roar came from the horizon, and at the same time, several red lights flew quickly from the end of the sky and earth. Only a few breaths passed from their appearance to their end.
When Feng Qingyang came back to his senses, he saw a few more old men in front of him. They all had white beards, white hair and youthful looks. Their long beautiful beards swayed in the wind. They seemed peaceful, but they unintentionally revealed a sense of oppression.
However, when they saw Feng Qingyang standing nearby, their gazes narrowed at the same time. They immediately stopped paying attention to Shui Tian standing nearby and stared blankly at Feng Qingyang. After an unknown period of time, they all shed tears.
There seemed to be a deep sigh between heaven and earth. That sigh seemed to contain relief, but more of it was helplessness.
"Son of destiny, son of destiny!"
An old man in a golden robe said excitedly. He looked at the other old men beside him and saw that their expressions were the same, all revealing excitement from the inside out, and... as well as suppressed sadness.
"You finally showed up..."
Among them, there was an old lady wearing a dark green robe. Although she had white hair, her skin was as white as a child's and one could vaguely see the elegance of her youth.
"Mu Yan, the legend is true. The child of destiny will appear in our generation. I always thought it was just a legend, but I never expected that this legend is actually true."
"good."
The old woman named Mu Yan nodded slightly, her eyes a little red, as if she was thinking of something in the past. She looked at Feng Qingyang carefully, afraid of missing any clues.
"A zombie's body, a human's soul, it seems the legend is true, Shuitian, I didn't expect you to be the first to discover the child of destiny."
After a pause, he continued, "This time, countless strange cultivators also appeared in our tribe at the same time. They seemed to appear out of thin air. They did not have the aura of our five major tribes. On the contrary, everyone carried a sense of truth."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly said, "Senior, I dare to ask, are the strangers you are talking about all young men in their twenties, and most of them wearing the same uniform?"
"Oh? How did you know?"
Mu Yan was slightly stunned, as if Feng Qingyang's question surprised her. However, at this moment, everyone had collected their minds and no longer behaved as they did before. Each of them was filled with the spirit of an immortal.
"Mu Yan, those are not important. What's important is that the Son of Fate has appeared. We can finally break free from this cycle of fate and return to the real world!"