That person, that thing, that smell, so familiar!
On the road of life and death, he cut off the giant hand that covered the sky in the secret realm with one sword, and on the Tiandu Peak, he swung his sword to cut off the end of the sky.
The grace of his sword was like that of a fairy from the sky, which awed thousands of people. No one dared to compete with him in that supreme grace. Although Feng Qingyang was overbearing, he still felt impressed when standing in front of him.
"But how did he appear here? This is the road to the spirit world. Could it be that he has walked this road before?"
Feng Qingyang was stunned, muttering to himself, looking ahead, not daring to move. If someone else were here now, they would definitely exclaim in surprise, because this road was the only way for a powerful person to take.
And that shadow is the one who successfully walked through the membrane of the world among countless strong men since ancient times. The reason he stayed here is because he is the last one!
If Feng Qingyang can successfully cross this single-plank bridge, then the one who stays behind will not be someone else, but himself!
Although that figure is sitting at the end of the single-plank bridge and looks very close, he is actually far away. Once you step onto this single-plank bridge, you are destined to meet him, because only by defeating him can you move forward.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in Feng Qingyang's mind, and he said silently: "This is the path that a generation of strong men took, and now, I have set foot on it."
As he spoke, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. Now that we are here, we must make the best of it. Once we are on the single-plank bridge, there is no turning back. If we move forward, we will live, but if we retreat, we will die.
Feng Qingyang walked forward slowly, enduring the whispers coming from all around. The whispers almost made him physically collapse. It was as if thousands of people were talking in his ears. The feeling was extremely uncomfortable.
"If I just walk through this, can I reach the world membrane? Isn't this portal only able to indicate coordinates?"
As he moved forward slowly, his heart was filled with confusion, puzzlement, and more pursuit. He did not stop at all, and even though he was afraid, he still moved forward.
"Back off! Back off! Back off!"
With every step he took, he could hear loud roars in his ears, mixed in with the mutterings, and each roar could easily reach the depths of his soul, making him tremble all over as if struck by lightning. He wished he could immediately turn his body around, walk off the single-plank bridge, and fall into the endless abyss.
"With my level of cultivation, isn't it possible for me to force my way across this single-plank bridge?" He gritted his teeth. Every step he took was extremely difficult, as if his body was about to be torn apart.
Accompanied by severe pain, Feng Qingyang came to a sudden stop. The moment he stopped, the whispers in his ears suddenly disappeared. Looking back, he saw that the original single-plank bridge had shortened again, as if he was stepping on the void.
Standing in the air, like a small boat, in danger of collapse at any time, but it was precisely because of this that he became more determined. If he could not even surpass the ancient powerful man in his youth, how could he explore the mystery of zombies? How to solve the endless curse of the zombie clan
Feng Qingyang was silent. At this moment, he didn't know what to do. After a moment, his storage ring flashed and the Yueshang Bow appeared.
He tentatively shot an arrow into the void. There was a buzzing sound in the air, but there was no ripple at all. Here, there was only nothingness, nothingness.
He put away the Yueshang bow and stretched out his hand towards the side of the single-plank bridge. He was surprised to find that he could stretch out his hand, but he instantly felt a burning force.
He finally understood why there was such a single-plank bridge. Rather than calling it a teleportation array, it would be better to call it a place for postgraduate entrance examinations and a place for rebirth.
Leaving behind the mortal body and being reborn, he, on the other hand, was cleansed of all worldly desires, emerged from the cocoon and became a butterfly, cultivating his black zombie body to the highest level. Only when he entered the spiritual world could he fully adapt to a whole new world.
"The single-plank bridge is the path that every strong man must take. If you want to become a strong man, you must cross this single-plank bridge. But, how can you cross it smoothly?"
He asked himself this question in his heart. With every step he took, he could feel a tremendous pressure. All the pressure was making him retreat.
But if he quits, he will die. Feng Qingyang is not a fool. Having come here, there is no reason to retreat. No matter what else, he must at least ensure his survival.
"I want to walk the path of the strongest man in history."
He stood up with a whoosh, standing tall and proud. The moment he stood up, a black cloud suddenly appeared above his head, as if he was undergoing a tribulation. Countless thunders rolled down, as if he was struck by lightning from the sky.
He took a step forward, his whole body bathed in thunder. Despite being struck by lightning from the sky, he still moved forward. This time, his speed was extremely fast. He did not move little by little, but walked step by step.
Every step was extremely painful, but he didn't even make a sound, as if he had never seen the thunder outside. Even though he was struck by lightning, he still didn't retreat.
Like an iron tree, or even more like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, it stands firmly in the center amidst the endless thunder, and no matter what happens, it does not waver.
When he stood up and moved forward, the thunder from the outside world was no longer important. What was important was his heart. If his heart was not defeated, he would be invincible.
"My faith is strong enough to stand tall and proud. Nothing in the world can block my path forward, let alone hinder me."
He was roaring in his heart, he was shouting, his whole body was covered in black fog, only a pair of golden eyes pierced through the sky, looking towards the end of the single-plank bridge, there, was his nemesis.
If you defeat him, you can enter the spiritual world and become the first person in eternity to enter the spiritual world in this way. You will wash away the dust, be reborn, and soar into the sky.
His face was extremely resolute, without any emotion. The strange thing was that the moment his tenacious will burst through his body, the endless thunder suddenly extinguished.
It came quickly and went even faster, disappearing without a trace, and the whispers surrounding his ears also disappeared in an instant.
He opened his eyes and looked forward, only to see a line of large golden characters suddenly appear in the void, neatly arranged in the void, instantly illuminating the entire darkness.
"The road to strength!" These four simple characters outline scenes of intense murderous intent. Those who can walk on this road have the potential to become the strongest.
Throughout the ages, except for a handful of people who have embarked on this path, no one has ever successfully passed it, and they were all human cultivators.
However, this was the first time that the zombie walked on this road, which was why he was struck by lightning when he walked up.
Because he is a zombie, he is not recognized by the Heavenly Dao of this world. Even if he enters the spiritual world, he is still under the rule of Heavenly Dao. Therefore, he suffers such a disaster.
It is conceivable that if he continued to move forward, there would be more life-and-death crises waiting for him.
"No matter what, I must succeed and pass this road to becoming the strongest person in history!"