As soon as these words were spoken, the old man's eyes flashed. Although he did not speak, his eyes clearly revealed a kind of emotion. Although it was not easy to detect, under Feng Qingyang's gaze, who could see through the world and observe the smallest details, he would naturally be able to discover it.
The old man fell silent. One could imagine the shock in his heart. It turned out that everything was just a vague guess. However, when all the guesses became reality, he was still shocked and caught off guard.
Looking back at the past, he was so weak that he was just a wandering corpse in Guiyuan City back then, but now he has turned into a towering tree.
With a raise of his hand, he can change the weather; with a move of his hand, the sky can collapse and the earth can crack; with a move of his feet, the entire spiritual world can shake. No matter where he goes, he is a super overlord.
With such supreme glory and the illustrious reputation gained through bloody fighting, who would think that he was just an ant in the lower world? Moreover, he was a zombie clan rejected by the Heavenly Dao.
"We, the Dongtian clan, are here to welcome the arrival of the king." Suddenly, the old man broke the silence and surprisingly bowed deeply to Feng Qingyang.
When he stood up, his face, which was originally full of vicissitudes, suddenly showed relief and pride. He was relieved that perhaps he had once given advice to the other party, and he was proud that he could have such a powerful being as a friend instead of an enemy.
"Dongtian Clan?" Feng Qingyang withdrew his mind and focused on these words. However, seeing that the old man seemed to be hesitant to talk, he finally dispelled the doubts in his heart.
The other party will naturally say what you should say. Otherwise, even if you are anxious, you will not get an answer. On the contrary, if you are too hasty, it will only have a counterproductive effect.
…
Half an hour later, the two appeared at the top of a thousand-foot-tall ancient tree. Feng Qingyang originally thought that this was just a tree crown, but now it seems that he underestimated this place. This is clearly a plain.
The huge top was submerged in clouds and mist. Not only that, the originally dense branches and leaves were now intertwined with each other, giving off a turquoise green color.
The crystal clearness and the regular aura that emanates everywhere, coupled with the clouds drifting by from time to time, make people feel like they are in a fairyland on earth. At least, that's what Feng Qingyang thinks.
"The spirit world is in turmoil now. I'm afraid that in a short time, there will be rivers of blood and broken limbs. I never thought that there is a pure land here. With your cultivation level, I'm afraid no one can invade here."
Feng Qingyang stood at the edge of the plain, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and spoke quietly. Unconsciously, his eyes had penetrated the void and reached the top of the vortex.
The two worlds were opened, but the deep vortex still had no end in sight. It was obvious that the barrier was still not completely opened. It was just that the power of the curse that came through the vortex from time to time made him visibly shocked.
Obviously, even if it has not been opened, it has been a short time. Standing above this vast void, the sky above seems so close, and the twinkling stars are reflected in the eyes, as if they are within reach!
"Under the Heavenly Dao, if there is unrest, do you think I can still hold this place? Not to mention defending it, I'm afraid that the whole tribe will have to migrate, and I don't know how many people will survive in the end. I'm afraid... not many people will survive."
The old man smiled bitterly, and there was a vicissitude in his tone that only Feng Qingyang could understand. He seemed to understand that perhaps the other party was also like him, clearly having left his hometown.
He was slightly shocked in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the sky above and said meaningfully, "Why do you say that, Senior?"
"You have been in the spiritual world for many years. Have you ever heard of the Dongtian Clan?" The old man did not answer, but asked Feng Qingyang a question, as if he was waiting for something.
"Dongtian Clan?" Feng Qingyang remained silent, but his mind was thinking rapidly. It seemed that he had never heard of the existence of the Dongtian Clan. So, what kind of race is this
The important thing is that, apart from the tens of thousands of wronged souls left on this ten-thousand-foot-tall tree, there is no Dongtian Clan at all. Could it be that? Feng Qingyang's heart was shocked, and he suddenly thought of something.
“Leaving their homeland, the Dongtian Clan!”
"Senior, are you also from the lower realm? Your hometown is not here, but in another world?" Feng Qingyang's eyes were like torches, his gaze was like thunder, and his clear pupils carried an unquestionable look.
"Yes, I am not from here..."
"My hometown..." the old man then spoke slowly, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. There was nostalgia in his tone, but also a lingering hatred.
“My hometown is called the Supreme God Realm… and my Dongtian Clan is the top family in the God Realm. The members of our clan are born with the ability to open their eyes of wisdom and see through the world, so we have enemies all over the world.
When I was born, I was born with my devil eye open, and because of that I suffered a conspiracy from my enemies. That was a generation of God King, and his strength was enough to wipe out my entire Dongtian clan, but he didn't do that. Instead, he sealed my clan, extracted my soul, and threw me into the abyss with one palm!
Countless years later, when I woke up, I found that I was no longer in the original world, but in this so-called spiritual world. And what about me? I became a broken person, with my soul divided into three parts, two of which were in the Supreme God Realm, and the remaining one was me now. "
Feng Qingyang did not speak, but just looked at the old man quietly, listening to him telling a myth that seemed like a myth in a myth. In this myth, there was the Supreme God Realm, the God King, and countless terrifying powers and existences that he had never heard of.
“When I met you in the lower world, which is what you call the world of cultivation, I knew your identity, so I opened my magic eye to observe your past and present lives.
But what surprised me was that your past life was so hazy that even I couldn't observe it, but your current life was so similar to that of a God King in my Supreme God Realm. It was even better than that.
The pure blood in you is the purest blood I have ever seen..."
"By the way, the world you are in now is not a complete world, but a cave world. I don't know which great being is in this cave, but since I was able to wake up here, I think it must be someone from my enemy's family. Even if he is not a God King, he must be a God-level being."
"The reason I told you so much is that I hope that one day you can take me back to my hometown, open the cave world, and achieve true freedom. I am just a poor person who wants to go home."
After a pause, the old man continued, "In fact, the consciousness sleeping in your body, that is, the strange bird on your shoulder, is also a thing from the Supreme God Realm, but I can't see through it!"