Time leaves no trace, and under the erosion of time, no one can escape the final outcome.
Although Xuan Luo is alive, he might as well be dead. Every minute and every second of his life is a torture. Just ask... who can live in a world created by themselves for tens of thousands of years
In this world, there are no living beings but himself. Even if there is an illusory world, it is just his magical power. In the final analysis, everything is just self-deception.
Tens of thousands of years of loneliness and solitude nearly brought him to the point of collapse. The constant fear and struggle on the brink of life and death were extremely painful and horrible.
"Give me the mantra of this formation, and I will leave and never set foot here again. Your secret will be buried here forever." Feng Qingyang sighed, unable to bear to continue to put pressure on Xuan Luo. At this moment, the murderous intent in the eyes of both him and the other party had disappeared without a trace.
Feng Qingyang felt pity for him from the bottom of his heart, or perhaps it was a kind of pity. Thinking back to the pressure and threats he had exerted on him before, he actually felt a little ashamed when he thought about it now.
These actions were simply adding insult to injury for a man who had been sealed in a different way for tens of thousands of years by himself, but it was undeniable that if there had been no Feng Qingyang, no arrival of his.
Then, Xuan Luo will exist forever in this illusion. It will be very difficult for him to be truly resurrected. Not to mention other things, I am afraid that even the Heavenly Dao will pull him out and strike him to death with thousands of thunders in a minute.
After all, this kind of resurrection method is simply against the will of heaven. It is an extremely rebellious and heinous act. However, Xuan Luo is now in a world where he can conceal his true intentions.
In addition, the destiny of the world is in chaos now, and the way of heaven has no time to take care of the coming catastrophe. However, once Xuan Luo chooses to resurrect, it will inevitably touch the reverse scale of the way of heaven.
The final result was that he was suppressed to death by the Heavenly Dao. After all, his chances of resurrection were very slim, and he could only survive in this world.
He is forever neither human nor ghost. If he wants to get out, he has to die. Moreover, if he wants to keep his soul from dispersing, he has to keep using the propaganda of the Zhan Tai family to devour the souls of others.
In fact, this was a very detrimental thing to one's virtue. After all, their ancestors devoured souls, which would more or less affect the fortunes of the Zhan Tai family.
This is also the reason why the branch of Jiuyou Star was uprooted by Feng Qingyang. Even if that person was not Feng Qingyang, such a person would appear later and destroy the Zhan Tai family.
Fate is unpredictable, but it really exists. Feng Qingyang thought of the past and connected it with the present Xuan Luo. Suddenly, he found that the other party was actually very similar to himself.
Both survive under the oppression of heaven, but they choose different paths. One does not retreat but advances, defying everything with a violent attitude and rebelling against heaven and earth, while the other chooses to compromise, that is, to linger on.
"Are you serious?" After a long silence, Xuan Luo finally asked. He might have been ruthless before the mask, but after taking off the mask, he became desolate.
Feng Qingyang didn't answer, but nodded. He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. For some reason, the longer he stayed with Xuan Luo, the more uneasy he felt.
It's not that I'm afraid, but I feel a lot of pressure after being with him. Whenever I think of him, my heart feels like a thousand horses galloping through it. That feeling is like eating a fly and I can't feel relieved until I spit it out.
Immediately, Xuan Luo nodded, flew forward, and pointed at Feng Qingyang's brow. At that moment, countless pieces of information rushed into his mind like flowing water.
"Here you have everything you want." Xuan Luo added at last. With his compromise, it seemed that the matter would be dropped. It had not been too long since the two of them went from being hostile to each other at first, but in such a short period of time, such earth-shaking changes had taken place.
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and quietly digested the information in his mind. No matter what, the other party was also a top-notch super formation master when he was alive, and an unparalleled genius who devoted his entire life to studying formations. Only such a person could use powerful magic to protect himself under the crushing of a catastrophe.
"The method of entering dreams?" Feng Qingyang murmured. These four words first appeared in his mind. It seemed that this was the real name of the Xuanluo Illusion Array.
"Enter a dream... enter a dream... use the world in the dream to conjure it up, and eventually it will become a real existence." This sounded quite similar to the Tianhuan Wuqing Dao that he had encountered in the Wangyue Tribe.
The ruthless way of Tianhuan is also to use the world in dreams and eventually turn it into reality. Although the Saint Tianhuan died under the way of Tianhuan at that time, the world she dreamed of was indeed evolved by the way of Tianhuan.
It is precisely because of this that Feng Qingyang came. However, the former was the result of the intervention of heaven, which turned false into true. But now, the "Rumeng Dafa" uses powerful magic power to deceive the world and create a dream world, injecting one's own soul into it.
When this technique is practiced to a powerful level, one can cast a large formation with just a glance, and when confronting the enemy, one only needs to look deeply at the opponent and his soul will be sucked into the illusion.
In the duel between monks, every second counts. Once the other party falls into a dream, the result is obvious. Naturally, he will become a prey in the hands of others.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang was overjoyed. Could it be that when he first saw Xuan Luo in person, the other party's eyes were so deep? It must be due to this kind of magical power.
"The Art of Entering Dreams..." After a long time, Feng Qingyang suddenly fell into a state of meditation, his mind completely immersed in this dream-like art. After all, he was also the heir of the art of formations, and he had a natural pursuit for this kind of magical power.
His whole body was gleaming with light, and his body, suspended in the void, was barely visible. An ethereal aura suddenly appeared, making him look extremely ethereal and mysterious.
He had the air of an immortal, without his former arrogance, domineeringness, and murderousness. On the contrary, with his already handsome face, he looked gentle and refined, like a disciple of a scholarly family.
All his changes were seen by Xuan Luo. All of this made him sigh with admiration. He didn't know how long it took him to perfect this magical power when he created it.
But the talent of the person in front of him was so high that it almost made people's eyes pop out. Within a short period of time, he began to comprehend the essentials of the dream entering method.
Not to mention anything else, just based on the ethereal aura on his body, one can be absolutely sure that Feng Qingyang at this moment must have gained some experience. With such talent, even the unprecedented Semi-Saint Xuan Luo would be genuinely surprised.
"Perhaps, this magical power will flourish in your hands!"