Feng Qingyang said calmly, there is no doubt about this, no one wants to live under the control of others, the spirit world is like this, and so is he! So, now he finally understands who is the ultimate game behind the scenes.
Even though he did not believe in the existence of ancient gods or gods in heaven, he had to believe that he was indeed in a strange world, as if there was a huge hand that was invisible and always turning the world upside down.
With its immense magical power, it drives the passage of time. This is destiny, and naturally it is also a calamity!
"Old man, how do the Dongtian Clan exist?"
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at him calmly. If that was the case, why not know more news that would be beneficial to him? Could this be considered seeing through the secrets of heaven
The topic returned to the main track and the old man didn't say anything more. He understood that Feng Qingyang had already promised him, otherwise he would never speak to him like this.
With a thought, at the top of the tree, that is, the crown, a small cave was constructed out of thin air with lush branches and leaves, and the two sat opposite each other.
The old man waved his hand, and a light green branch suddenly condensed in the void. The fragrance spread out and filled the entire cave.
Feng Qingyang was cheered up. There was a refreshing fragrance in the light green branches, which could suppress his inner demons and make him reach an unprecedented level of emptiness and calmness. This branch actually had the effect of refreshing the mind.
“This thing… belongs to my Dongtian Clan. My original body, which is now this ancient tree, may seem a little strange to you, but according to my awakened memories, if I were in the Dongtian Clan, I would still be a seedling.
There is no point in saying more. If one day you can break through this world and return to my hometown, I will definitely treat you well. This thing is called millet water, and it has a very powerful effect. If you don’t believe me, try it.”
As he spoke, the old man waved his hand again, and an ancient wine jug naturally appeared in the void. It had a strange shape and did not look like it could be made by someone from the spiritual world. It seemed that this object also came from the supreme divine world in his memory.
Feng Qingyang took it, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Almost at the moment it entered his lips, he felt a refreshing and dry feeling.
It was almost indescribable, it was like the moment when he successfully survived the calamity, all the hairs on his body stretched out again, his whole body was in a state of extreme relaxation, and his soul even wanted to fly out of the sky, soaring across the universe, free and at ease, that kind of comfort almost made him indulge in it.
It took Feng Qingyang half a minute to completely regain consciousness from this state. After recovering, he found that the magic power in his body that was originally surging like a river had calmed down in an instant.
It is like a small stream, with a long flow of water. Under the calmness, there is an indescribable terrifying power. It no longer has the sharp edge as before, but is only deep and restrained.
"This pot is for you." Seeing Feng Qingyang savoring the taste, the old man hesitated for a moment and finally spoke, his words somewhat insincerely.
Perhaps Feng Qingyang didn't know that just this one pot had taken him countless years of refining with his current cultivation level. If calculated from the time he was born to now, it would probably be thousands of years.
Although he and Feng Qingyang had only known each other for a few decades, in fact, no one knew how long he had existed. But since he had asked, he might as well do him a favor. After all, the other party had not agreed to his conditions, and had agreed to take him with him.
In this way, he would feel better, at least he would not feel that he owed him anything, the old man thought. Feng Qingyang knew it very well, so he did not say anything, but just nodded lightly and put it away.
"I have to tell you a secret this time, so that you can be mentally prepared earlier..." Not long after, the old man spoke mysteriously to Feng Qingyang again. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his original wretched appearance, with his two little eyes rolling around.
"Whether you believe it or not, the cause of this catastrophe is indeed the master of this cave world who is secretly making trouble. To the cave world, you are nothing but ants."
Having said this, he silently glanced at Feng Qingyang, and seeing that the other party looked normal, without any change in expression, he felt like continuing to speak.
“The so-called ancient times, the ancient times, the medieval times, and the ancient gods you mentioned, all of these are actually deliberate arrangements of this cave world.
Haven't you noticed that after these monks died, everything they had was returned to the spirit world? Then, who did they give all the things they cultivated throughout their lives to? In fact, they gave them to the master of the cave world. He kept you in captivity just to help him cultivate.
This is actually not a secret method. In my Supreme God Realm, anyone who breaks through the realm of the gods has his own world. The reason why the great catastrophe occurs is because the cultivator has reached the limit. After the limit, he can no longer obtain much, so he needs to start over. For him, it is just a knockdown, but for the spirit world, it is a kind of destruction. "
“But perhaps it’s because too much time has passed, or maybe this spirit world is a little weird, and it actually gave birth to its own consciousness in the end. Originally, the spirit world’s Heavenly Dao should have been the master of the cave world, but now he has his own consciousness, which has angered the master of the cave world, thus promoting the birth of the catastrophe.
Therefore, the game began. The so-called game was just a joke of the cave world master. According to his cultivation, it would only take a snap of a finger to destroy this world. The reason why he continued to do so was perhaps because he was interested and wanted to see what would be born here. After all, the cave world could give birth to consciousness, which was absolutely unique in the entire Supreme God Realm. "
Speaking of this, he looked at Feng Qingyang deeply. Perhaps it was because of his existence. After all, Su Hui, this existence that no one could explain, even his Dongtian clan did not know.
"If you want to survive!" Having said that, the old man looked up at the vortex that appeared in the sky, waved his hand and cast a barrier. Feng Qingyang probably knew very little about his strange magical powers.
“If you want to survive, you must replace the Heavenly Dao of this cave world, make yourself the will of Heaven, and control this place. Only then will you have a chance to blast open this cave world.
Besides, you already have the prototype of the cave world, don’t you? I’m surprised, how did you get it without the cultivation of a god and the realm of a god? "
He was just talking to himself, but he had no idea what a shock these words caused when they fell into Feng Qingyang's ears.