Feng Ci fell asleep not long after.
He felt that his soul was floating in this world, flying over mountains and rivers, crossing rivers, and finally staying on the top of a cliff.
Feng Ci showed his figure on the cliff, realizing that he was dreaming again.
There is probably no one in this world who hates dreamers more than Feng Ci, because every time he dreams, nothing good happens.
This time it shouldn't be much better.
The sky was overcast with heavy clouds, Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, the wind blew up his clothes and hair, making his slender figure look thin. He waited quietly, and after a while, a ray of light penetrated the clouds and fell in front of Fengfeng.
"Long time no see." Feng Ci whispered, "Father."
A tall and majestic blurry figure emerged from the light, Feng Ci felt a surge of force coming towards him, and before he had time to dodge, he was hit by the force and took a few steps back, kneeling on one knee.
A breathless feeling of oppression also descended.
Feng Ci's face suddenly turned pale, and even his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
is fear.
It is the instinctive fear of being angry with Heaven.
No one is immune to this inherent fear.
Feng Ci pressed his heart with one hand, took a few difficult and silent breaths, and the voice of Heavenly Dao resounded in the world: "Do you know what you did wrong?"
The voice was majestic and solemn, without sadness or joy, without any emotion.
"I don't know." The injury that fell directly on the soul was so terrible, Feng Ci could only feel that his lungs were aching from the pressure, which made his voice hoarse, "I'm just fulfilling my father's order, cleaning All the hidden dangers that may lead to the destruction of the world."
"-lie."
A more tyrannical spiritual pressure swept in, Feng Ci's body trembled, and he tasted a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.
"Son of Heavenly Dao, you can't deceive me." Tiandao looked down at the young man bent over at his feet, "You should know that the awakening of your physical body is also part of my plan."
"Plan?" Feng Ci chuckled, "Your plan is to let 'me' destroy the cultivation world with my own hands?"
He tried his best to raise his head, his voice hoarse: "Since, why did you help me in the first place!"
The spiritual pressure that oppressed the whole body suddenly dissipated.
Air was refilled into his lungs, Feng Ci gasped for breath, and a warm light fell on his side, helping him up.
Tiandao stood in front of Feng Ci with his hands behind his back, his body slightly floating in the air, high above him.
"I never helped anyone."
The duty of the Dao of Heaven is to maintain the order and stability of the thousands of worlds, and when the demons invaded the human world, it broke this balance. The negative power brought by the demons is the only existence that threatens the stability of the heaven.
That's why the way of heaven came to the world in the first place to help Fengci resist the demons.
Feng Ci closed his eyes and calmed himself down a bit: "Father, I don't understand."
He knows that the Dao of Heaven does not interfere with the development of the world if it is not necessary. Even when the demons invaded, he begged in every possible way for the Dao of Heaven to come to the world.
But this time, Tiandao actually manipulated the puppets to kill wantonly in the world.
Is there a reason why it must be done this way
"... It all started with you."
Feng Ci was taken aback.
There was a dazzling white light all over Tiandao, and Fengci seemed to be pulled by a force in the void. He plunged into the light, and his body began to fall quickly.
Strands of green smoke gathered around Feng Ci's side, and then dispersed with a bang, showing a picture like an ink painting.
The young man in white sat on the high platform, and six young men bowed down and bowed to him.
This is the scene of Fengci's acceptance of apprentices.
"Three thousand years ago, you privately passed on the Taoism bestowed to you by the Heavenly Dao to the world, which led to the establishment of the Six Gates." The voice of the Heavenly Dao came from all directions.
The six young people stood up and walked in different directions, and they set up sects to subdue demons and subdue demons.
"The six sects have been passed down for thousands of years. They have experienced prosperity, decay, division, and union. The descendants have spread all over the world, established their own sects, and countless new sects have emerged..."
Scenes of pictures flashed before Feng Ci's eyes, and he lowered his eyebrows, vaguely guessing whether Tiandao wanted to tell him.
Rapid development brings not only prosperity, but also human greed, plunder, and unscrupulous methods.
And this thing, when he first returned to this world, he had seen it before.
Sure enough, the scene in front of him changed to a brutal fight and plunder.
But he knows it's not that simple.
For thousands of years, the human race has fought for countless things. Although Feng Ci doesn't like this unscrupulous fight, he has to admit that this is the law of the world.
Without this, there would be no survival of the fittest, and dynasties would change.
The Dao of Heaven will never intervene because of this reason.
"... The human race's greed is endless. The Taoism you inherited has opened the door of cultivation to the world, and it has also become the key to fight this greed."
Feng Ci's eyes moved slightly.
Heaven is right.
Three thousand years ago, cultivators were extremely rare in this world. Because of the unsystematic practice methods, those who can achieve Taoism and practice must have both natural and karma.
But since the appearance of Fengci, everything has changed.
He passed on the exercises learned from the heavenly way to the world, which reduced the difficulty of practice and made cultivation no longer an unattainable legend.
So to this day, there are countless sects of cultivation in the Central Plains, and there are many practitioners.
The more cultivators, the greater the consumption of spiritual power.
"There are more and more cultivators, and everyone wants to use the power received from the sky for their own use. In order to achieve their own greed, the human race wantonly snatches the spiritual veins, and they are popular..." The ink paintings turned into green smoke again , Tiandao's voice rang out, "Do you know, if this continues, will this world happen?"
Feng Ci's body was still falling, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't know."
Wow—
His body suddenly fell into a bottomless cold pool. The dazzling white light was completely blocked by the water surface, Feng Ci continued to sink in the darkness, and everything around him became calm.
— is nothingness.
Humans and even immortals and demons can cultivate and survive forever, all benefiting from the aura of this world.
Once the aura is exhausted, all they face is... death.
"One thousand years." The tall body shrouded in white mist showed his figure in front of Feng Ci. perish."
Not simply the destruction of the human race, but the demise of the entire world.
After careful calculation, this catastrophe is indeed more terrifying than the demon invasion three thousand years ago.
The dark bottom of the water was so quiet that no sound could be heard. Feng Ci stood there in silence for a long time before he said softly: "So... Father wants to stop the cultivation world from continuing to develop like this?"
"It's not to stop, it's to control." Tiandao replied, "The world of comprehension needs order. It's a good idea to create a fairy alliance, but it's a pity..."
Feng Ci suddenly raised his head.
He had wondered before, why those massacred immortal sects could escape temporary calamity as long as they were willing to join the immortal alliance, why his physical body had awakened three hundred years ago, but the massacred immortal sect has only just now beginning.
With that said, he understood.
Because three hundred years ago, Pei Qianyue created the Xianmeng.
Xianmeng is another possibility that Tiandao sees.
If the Xianmeng continues to develop smoothly, the Xianmen sect will restore the order of the past, control the collection of spiritual power and the recruitment of disciples, maybe it will be able to slow down the disaster.
Unfortunately, the expected situation is not the future.
The hearts of the six sects were not in harmony. After Pei Qianyue appeared, the various sects of the immortal sects not only failed to unite, but instead coveted the secret books of the Qianqiu Patriarch. The consumption of spiritual power did not decrease, but was unprecedentedly powerful.
Pei Qianyue gave the Six Sect three hundred years, and the Dao of Heaven also gave the Cultivation Realm three hundred years.
The results available are unsatisfactory.
Therefore, Tian Dao used his physical body at this time.
All these causal loops are the consequences of the human race.
Feng Ci closed his eyes and asked again: "The list..."
"There is no need for so many cultivators in this world. Heavenly Dao randomly selects some cultivators and destroys them first."
Feng Ci couldn't believe it: "Random screening?"
He and Pei Qianyue have been investigating for so long, even if they later realized that the Dao of Heaven was interfering with it, they still didn't understand why this sect was going to suffer.
In the past six months, how many people's families have been destroyed, and how many families have been destroyed.
But the answer turned out to be... Random screening.
It really is ruthless.
Feng Ci seemed to have heard some extremely absurd joke, he lowered his head, and finally couldn't help laughing: "It's been so many years, you haven't changed at all."
Without waiting for Tiandao to say more, Feng Ci took the lead and said, "So, what does father want me to do?"
"The spiritual power of the exterminated people is taken from the heaven and the earth, and it should return to the heaven and the earth. What you need to do is this."
"Back to heaven and earth..." Feng Ci said, "So this is the reason why I was chosen."
Randomly screening out the extinction of the immortal gate can not only eliminate the practitioners, but also a way of killing chickens and monkeys. But more importantly, take the spiritual power of the cultivator and return it to the world to make up for the consumed spiritual power resources.
This serves multiple purposes.
And in this world, only the physical body of Feng Ci, the son of heaven, can not only slaughter immortals, but also serve as a container to accommodate powerful spiritual power.
Moreover, after the container absorbs too much spiritual power, it is inevitable that the spiritual power will get out of control.
So Tiandao chose to say goodbye to Feng's body and soul.
"You have to get rid of him." Tiandao ordered, "After he completes the task, get rid of him, and return all the spiritual power he absorbed to heaven and earth."
This is the real mission of Tiandao Zhaofengci to come back.
Feng Ci didn't answer.
Tiandao asked him: "You don't want to?"
"Father means that the mission of the physical body has not been fully completed." Feng Ci said, "Is it the assessment of the Immortal Alliance?"
In that list, anyone who wished to join the Immortal Alliance escaped a catastrophe.
This shows that Tiandao still agrees with the Xianmeng and encourages the existence of the Xianmeng.
But this also means that the Xianmen who failed in the Xianmeng assessment will still face the disaster of extinction.
"yes."
Feng Ci: "But that way, many people will die."
There are more than a dozen immortal alliances waiting to be assessed, and the casualties are even greater than now.
But Tiandao just repeated: "You don't want to?"
Feng Ci stared at the tall figure in front of him, and said indifferently: "Why should I agree to the indiscriminate killing of innocent people?"
"Really?" Tiandao's voice was calm and cold, "Then you have been struggling in your heart for three thousand years, and you don't want your painful desire anymore?"
Feng Ci was taken aback, all the blood on his face faded in that instant.
The figure of Tiandao disappeared into the void, leaving only the distant and ancient voice: "Obey to Tiandao, you will get what you want, otherwise..."
***
Feng Ci opened his eyes.
The sky is still full of stars and bright moon, and the bonfire beside me has been extinguished for some reason, leaving only a mass of burning ashes.
He was lying in Pei Qianyue's arms, and as soon as he moved, he was hugged tightly by Pei Qianyue.
"woke up?"
Pei Qianyue's voice was low and lazy, with a bit of satisfaction.
Feng Ci looked up at him, the other side had a handsome profile, with a faint smile on his lips. But the smile gradually subsided under his gaze, did Pei Qianyue realize it, and asked, "Dreaming again?"
"... Is it the way of heaven?" Pei Qianyue's voice became tense, "Did he tell you?"
Feng Ci was silent.
He suddenly turned over, leaned over and pressed Pei Qianyue under him, and said, "Shall we do it again?"
Pei Qianyue was stunned: "Master..."
"Hush." Feng Ci didn't wait for him to say any more, and directly lowered his head and kissed his lips.
After the lingering and deep kiss, Feng Ci raised his head.
He was short of breath, and his eyes were slightly red. But Feng Ci didn't pay attention to this at all. He stared at Pei Qianyue and said softly: "Let's do it again, shall we?"