The entire Nine-Layered Heaven Palace trembled, and the violent mood was like a madman, which turned into the last ray of sword light with a whistling sound, which was long and distant yet extremely sharp.
That almost arrogant state of mind made Feng Qingyang, after he had gained enlightenment, turn the world upside down. His fearless sharpness was enough to create a new world. This was his realm and also his improvement.
As it swept across, there was a rumbling sound on the earth, and countless evil spirits from the Nine Heavens Palace rolled back, including the several sacred mountains around them. If they had not been suppressed to the ground by powerful men, they would have been rolled back in this violent mood.
Even the sky, the supreme Nine-Layered Heaven Palace, was shaking suddenly, with winds and clouds surging, and just one glance was enough to make one change color.
Qian Shangli and others stared in amazement at Feng Qingyang who was standing at the foot of the Demonic Cliff. His thin figure was like a small boat under the violent momentum, but this small boat had the power to stabilize the sea.
No matter how the sky collapses and the earth breaks, he is as steady as a rock and as heavy as Mount Tai. He is not startled when the sky collapses and remains silent when the sky shatters. You can call him arrogant or domineering, this is his way and also his devil!
The human face gradually retreated, and in the moment of retreating, there appeared a touch of relief, and a faint hope. Although it was weak, it existed. This is what hope is.
We can only keep it in our hearts, and not deliberately instill hope for its growth. When one day everything comes true, then enjoy the joy after the surprise. But when hope fails to break out of the shell, then laugh it off and treat it as a pipe dream.
The years passed quickly, and another half a month had passed. It had been almost a month since Feng Qingyang returned to the Nine Heavens Palace. In this short month.
Little did they know that two-thirds of the three thousand ancient emperors were killed or injured in the melee, and the eight hundred curse masters were almost all killed. If the great saints had not taken action at the last moment, they would have probably perished suddenly.
The forced interference of Heaven has made the battlefield between the two worlds completely chaotic, and the full moon hanging in the sky has also begun to change rapidly, revealing a weirdness in the scarlet color.
Like an eye, yes, just an eye, he looked down coldly, enjoying watching their fight. He had no mercy, in his eyes these fights were only to increase his chances of winning the battle.
No matter whether it was Feng Qingyang, or the cultivators who controlled or sealed the world, the whole world was filled with blood. The duel between cultivators caused mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, and the battle in the mortal world caused rivers of blood.
Smoke rose in the air, and countless strong men were reduced to ashes while chatting and laughing. The sky turned blood red, and the entire spiritual world, whether it was the world of cultivation or the world of palm, was filled with blood.
The atmosphere was filled with a strong sense of blood, but the strange thing was that no one seemed to notice it. They just sat cross-legged quietly on the battlefield between the two worlds, swallowing the blood-red air in the void, and then fought each other with red eyes.
The endless collision caused the entire population of the two worlds to be almost decimated by half within just a few months. The stars of cultivation withered, and those ancient emperors fell, which directly led to turmoil in heaven and earth and triggered a series of major collapses.
Some monks even died unclearly. Finally, one day, a Buddhist chant suddenly came from the sky. He, who was known as the Saint Du'e, made a great wish to save all sentient beings.
But his appearance was just a drop in the bucket. Even if he was a Saint, he could not reverse the tide of time that was forcibly pushed forward by the Heavenly Dao. All things withered, no matter they were humans, demons, or cultivators in the sealed realms.
One day, Feng Qingyang was just waking up from meditation when a huge golden notice suddenly floated out from above the originally clear Nine-Layered Heavenly Palace, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, exuding an aura that only Feng Qingyang could understand.
"Ten days later, the two worlds will overlap. From now on, the Wuzhu Realm will be sealed, and only the Spirit Realm will remain! Under the heavens, the Spirit Realm will reign supreme! When the Xuanhuang Realm is opened, you can go there to find the secret of eternal life."
This picture appeared not only in the Nine Heavens Palace in the evening, but also in the entire spiritual world. Countless people were shocked by it, as if a storm had been set off. They looked at the words in it for a long time without being able to speak.
When Xuan Huang is opened, does it mean that this game has come to an end, and when they are all in, they are ready to reap the victory in one fell swoop
Feng Qingyang's eyes flickered, and he couldn't make out what was going on. Instead, he held a miniature version of the notice in his hand, bowed to his senior brothers and sisters from the Jiuchongtian Palace, and then left for the spirit world.
If so, can he fish in troubled waters? The fall of the ancient emperor has left a flaw in the Three Thousand Great Daos... Although he has not comprehended the other great Daos, he can always rob them, right
Therefore, Feng Qingyang, under the pretext of saving all sentient beings, successfully transformed himself in the spiritual world and became a bald monk with a magnificent appearance. Wherever he went, he attracted countless people to worship him.
After all, Buddhist principles can indeed easily numb people's nerves. These few short months of war are almost unforgettable for them. Those who survived by chance never want to return to the battlefield between the two worlds.
The bloody sight of cannibalism almost made them collapse. As Feng Qingyang walked by, he went to various major cultivation stars one by one. It was very simple. Every ancient emperor secretly matched the three thousand great ways. As long as he swallowed them all into the Dantian world, wouldn't he have perfected the power of his own world
His Buddha's light shone everywhere, opening the Buddha's kingdom, which was his own Dantian world, and telling people how wonderful it was to enter this place. What's more, people didn't believe it at first, but when they saw the Ghost King and the Ten Yamas, their doubts were dispelled one by one.
After all, the Ghost King controls the entire spirit world and ghosts. If he can enter, then what is he? Little did they know that after they entered, the entire Dantian world was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
The rapid expansion, the expansion of territory in the Dantian, is extending infinitely every day. The three thousand cultivation stars are evolving rapidly. Although it is only in its infancy, it has already begun to take shape.
However, what made Feng Qingyang feel a little relieved was that fortunately there was the suppression of the Corpse King's bloodline at the original place, otherwise he really couldn't believe that his Dantian world could accommodate the cultivators from the spiritual world.
All of this seemed like a dream to him, but it was real, so much so that after his breakthrough at the Demon Cliff, his cultivation level once again reached the peak of the Zombie King.
That kind of domineering power, although only a tiny bit of the Dantian world, is enough for him. He is confident that if he encounters any Hunyuanzi now, he can easily blow him up with his iron fist.
In and out of the secular world, he transformed himself into a monk and walked in the spiritual world. Half a year had passed. During this half year, he had traveled to hundreds of cultivation stars, looking at the battlefield between the two worlds which had not yet dissipated in the sky, and recalling the ancient emperors who were still fighting in it.
He was thinking about what their expressions would be when they returned to their homes and found that there was no one left in their nest. He couldn't help but feel pity on his face and said: Amitābha!