He was stunned.
That face was exactly the same as the one he saw in the dark space, except that this one looked a little immature, while the other one was full of vicissitudes of life.
But the thing is, these two faces are exactly the same as his. When he sees them, it’s like seeing himself. Is that the self he was thousands of years ago
Feng Qingyang was shocked. When he saw him, his original high fighting spirit disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by deep confusion and fear.
He has always had a guess that his arrival was like entering a chessboard of heaven and earth. He thought he had jumped out of the chessboard, but now it seems that he is still just a chess piece.
A flag arranged by fate, unable to resist, and even more unable to see the reality, can never jump out, at the mercy of others, and one can only compromise helplessly.
"No!" Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted. At this moment, his worldview suddenly changed, but as it changed, his thoughts became even more confused.
Ancient times, pre-Qin times, medieval times, these are the rings of history, so why are all the starting points concentrated in the cultivation world? Isn't it said that the cultivation world is just one of the three thousand small worlds
What is sealed inside the mysterious Tianzhi No. 8? Why did the four ancient gods disappear one after another? Why did the Houzun, one of the ancient gods, leave such a curse
Why do the giant in the dark and the man sitting on the single-plank bridge look exactly like Feng Qingyang? Is this a coincidence or a trap
He was confused, and fell down to sit on the log, staring blankly at the man, feeling bitter and powerless in his heart, and his lips moved slightly.
Why, why! Why is it like this! Why on earth is this happening!
The cry in his heart was out of fear, but within the fear, there was also a strong struggle, that was unwillingness. Although he was afraid, although he was still scared, he was still unwilling to give in.
"No matter why I'm here, no matter who I am, I only believe in myself. I am myself. I shoulder the mission of the zombie clan. In the endless void, there must be a place for my zombie clan!"
He stood up, his original panic disappeared, and what was left was a strong tenacity. Since he was no longer confused and had determined his goal, he was destined to move forward.
"I don't care who you are. Even if you are the king, you can't block my way forward!" He was full of energy and his black hair was swinging wildly.
He took a step forward and instantly closed the distance between them. When they were so close, Feng Qingyang stretched out his hand, wanting to push him away, but was surprised to find that the big hand went straight through his body.
That feeling seemed to penetrate the air. It seemed to exist, but in fact it was like it was behind countless worlds, or more like an illusion left over from endless years ago.
The two of them looked at each other, but they were not in the same world, even though they could see each other.
The big hand passed through, and Feng Qingyang walked directly over. At the moment when their bodies overlapped, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
He closed his eyes, and the chessboard of heaven and earth appeared again, but this time, he no longer felt the fear he had before, but instead had a sense of confidence.
Even though I am a flag now, even though I still cannot jump out of the chessboard of heaven and earth, I have confidence that as long as I work hard and as long as I persist, I will definitely have the opportunity to jump out.
He closed his eyes and immediately meditated on the spot. At the same time, when they overlapped and merged, the 'Heavenly No. 8' in the cultivation world suddenly erupted violently.
A thick aura of desolation and antiquity rose into the sky, but was instantly cut off by a sword from a giant golden hand, and then everything fell into calm.
And far away in the void in the endless star field, the man who had appeared several times suddenly opened his eyes again, passed through countless skies, and looked directly at the world of cultivation.
"Very good, are you waking up? You'd better hurry up, we are all waiting for you." After saying that, he closed his eyes and disappeared into the void with a whoosh.
Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind entering a state of emptiness. In fact, a person appeared in his mind, it was the man from before.
The two looked at each other, each with a different light in their eyes. They did not take any action, but just watched quietly. The light intertwined, showing a myriad of brilliance.
"Do you know me?" Feng Qingyang asked calmly, looking at him, or to be more precise, looking at himself, but his eyes were so calm, without even a ripple.
"I am you, how can we know each other?" The man spoke, no longer as transparent as before, a little more alive, and his eyes became lively.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang smiled. It was not a sneer, but a brilliant smile, a smile that saw through everything. He walked forward, hugged the man gently, and then slowly merged with him.
Finally, he said: "You are me. What is the difference between each other and what is the talk of transcendence? What I transcend is not you, but myself. The moment I wake up, my past and present lives are all in the past. I am me. I will pursue the mission of zombies and solve them one by one."
After he finished speaking, light flashed around him. At the same time, he stood up from his cross-legged position on the ground and walked forward without looking back.
The moment he stood up, a figure exactly the same as before stayed behind, sitting quietly on the wooden bridge. It seemed that nothing had changed, but it was because he was waiting for this person, waiting for his next reincarnation after his failure in this life!
Of course, Feng Qingyang didn't know all this. He just felt his whole body lighten, as if something was missing, but he couldn't tell what it was.
This feeling was like shedding the mortal body and achieving a golden body, and the heart was extremely refreshed. After surpassing the sitting figure, he instantly appeared in front of a door.
This door was exactly the same as the one he came in through, but the difference was that he was now standing in front of a cliff, while that door was on the other side.
The distance between the two places is about a hundred meters. If it were normal times, Feng Qingyang wouldn't even frown. He could fly over directly with just a thought.
But now, being in this place and unable to use magic power, he could not fly into the air. He took a step forward, leaned on the edge of the pencil and looked down, and immediately took a breath.
Countless bones almost filled up the canyon below, and the ground was slowly covered with a layer of them. He recalled in his mind, imagining that over the endless years, countless monks had come here one after another, and finally fell down and slowly died.
How tragic and vicissitudes it is, but despite this, there are still countless monks coming here, wanting to cross the past and surpass themselves.
But has there ever been such a person? Even if there is, who is that person? Could it be that young ancient immortal
"It looks like this is a broken single-plank bridge. If I walk over and pass through that door, I will probably reach the spiritual world." Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with brilliance as he looked ahead and pondered in his heart. In just a short period of time, countless thoughts came to his mind.
“We must go!”