Looking back at his mortal life, he really wished he knew nothing.
But when the truth gradually approached, he found that he was trapped in just another vortex. He wanted to trace the source, but he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
"You guys continue, Feng will retreat first..." Feng Qingyang sighed, looked at the cultivators who were sitting uneasy around him, opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white teeth, then turned into a long rainbow and fled away. The direction he went was exactly where Dao went.
Sooner or later you have to face it, some things can't be avoided by running away. In this case, why not just face it calmly? Thinking of the girl with whom he had a fleeting relationship, an imperceptible ripple suddenly appeared in his calm heart.
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Although the battlefield between the two worlds is one continent, it is divided into distinct camps. The side that controls the world is centered on the three thousand ancient emperors, while the side that seals the world is centered on the eight hundred curse masters.
However, what was strange was that the armies of both sides remained motionless, and only small-scale battles occurred from time to time in the intersecting areas, but no one won or lost.
After all, the rules here are strange, and they are not ordinary people. If they die like this, wouldn't it be too unfair? Feng Qingyang rushed through the two camps without attracting the attention of the other side.
This made him wonder, could it be that he really became a transparent person? He threw all the distracting thoughts in his mind to the sky, and at a lightning speed, he finally passed the center of the battle and arrived at the edge of the battlefield.
As long as he passed this place, he could truly enter the sealed world, the legendary world of curses. In his opinion, this so-called battlefield between the two worlds was just a place he passed by, apart from conspiracy.
At the edge of the battlefield, there was a whirlpool, which was connected to the sealed boundary. Monks from the sealed boundary were constantly being teleported in. Feng Qingyang stood where he was. Although some people focused their eyes on him, they only stayed for a very short moment before leaving.
"Strange." Feng Qingyang snorted and turned his gaze away. In addition to the whirlpool here, there are several others coexisting with it, but those are guarded by powerful cultivators.
At this point, Feng Qingyang was completely depressed. With a thought, he stepped on the ground to shrink to an inch and suddenly arrived at the edge of the vortex. He took a step and disappeared on the spot.
"He went in?"
"Is that a fool?"
“That vortex is the teleportation array leading to my forbidden area…” someone exclaimed, with different expressions, some gloating, but more of them showing confusion and confusion.
If Feng Qingyang knew, he might not have entered so impulsively. However, he had to know that the fundamental purpose of his coming to the sealed realm, apart from Hou Qing's successor, was to get the suppressed and mutilated body parts of Kong Xuan.
Once he entered the whirlpool, it was as deep as the sea. It was pitch black all around, and he could not see any light. The only thing he could feel was the whirlwind formed by countless strong winds whizzing past him. If his cultivation was weaker, he would probably not be able to hold on for long before being torn to pieces by the hurricane.
And he, relying on his strong body, swam upstream in the whirlpool, remaining calm and composed, as if nothing had to do with him. No matter how turbulent the outside world was, he was naturally as solid as a rock and as steady as Mount Tai in the whirlpool.
Time passed slowly in the vortex. The howling hurricane was no longer in my ears. I don’t know how long it had been, but all around seemed to be suddenly quiet.
Everything was silent; even the beating of one's own heart could be clearly felt. The blood was flowing like a river bursting its banks, rushing endlessly through the body, washing over it again and again, shaping it into perfection and strength.
When everything disappeared from his eyes and only the whirlpool remained, the intermittent mumbling in Feng Qingyang's mind suddenly appeared. It appeared suddenly in this quiet place, like a violent snowstorm in March, or like a muffled thunder in the bright July sun. After it appeared, it shocked him to pieces.
“犼尊乱…犼尊乱…” In the darkness, Feng Qingyang’s eyes were exceptionally bright, like two burning fireballs. The endless darkness could not block the brilliance that overflowed.
There was a sound like a mirror breaking, or more like a small stone falling into the calm water. After it spread in all directions, it created a momentum of sparks that set the whole prairie on fire.
He seemed to have entered a vast and boundless world. There was not much light here, let alone stars. Even if there were any, they were extremely rare and almost impossible to see.
And just as he entered, he suddenly smelled a scent that was extremely familiar to him. The appearance of this scent was so intense that Feng Qingyang's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.
But he knew that he could no longer retreat and could only face it calmly. But at least, the feeling of regaining control of his power gave him confidence again. Even though he was now facing dangers and powerful enemies, he could still charge forward fearlessly.
"I was wondering why the vortex I was heading to was the only one without any monks guarding it. Now it seems that this is clearly a forbidden area. However, this forbidden area is only for others, but for me, it is a blessed place!"
Feng Qingyang smiled widely, because the moment he entered this place, he clearly felt the trembling of the mixed-feather bird on his shoulder. Although it was extremely slight, he still caught it keenly.
"I think this is the place where his remains are suppressed, and also, this is where my enemies are." Looking up at the sky, he never thought that he would be welcomed with the most grand "welcome" in the sealed world when he first arrived!
Like an ethereal world, he slowly felt that the spiritual aura that existed in the void was very faint, even imperceptible, and there was only an extreme mysterious and yin aura.
When he thought of the mysterious Yin energy, he suddenly thought of Zhu Xuezhu. He sighed and looked into the distance. The palm world was a paradise with beautiful mountains, clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Then, the sealed boundary is the battlefield that has been occupied for a hundred years after the death of many soldiers. There is only coldness and desolation. Feng Qingyang slowly realized that this coldness became much stronger after his arrival.
This breath is not the breath absorbed by zombies, but a new and domineering breath gathered among the many cold breaths. This breath is so strong that it directly squeezes out the spiritual energy and other essences of heaven and earth, making it the only one that dominates.
"The Way of Curse, the Way of Curse. It turns out that it's not that they don't want to practice other ways, but that there is only the Way of Curse here, which is unique. The only way to enter the Dao is the Way of Curse!"
Feng Qingyang murmured. There was an aura of curse on him, so he would not be rejected in this world. Otherwise, if he were an ordinary cultivator, he would be discovered after coming in. The cultivator would not need to kill him, the aura here alone would be enough to torture him half to death.
"There is actually only one so-called great enemy, and that is you, right?" Feng Qingyang looked up at the void with a deep gaze!