Tiandao didn't respond.
Pei Qianyue didn't urge him either.
Tiandao is not any real creature, he represents the rules, knowledge and order of this world, not human beings, let alone immortals.
Therefore, he does not have the emotions that living beings in this world would have, and any flattery and intercession are useless.
But this does not mean that you cannot negotiate with Tiandao.
Heavenly Dao is like an instrument with a precise program, but the program is not unchangeable. He will weigh the pros and cons, deduce and calculate, and finally choose the most beneficial plan for the world.
Pei Qianyue believed that the conditions he gave were sufficient.
Tiandao intervened this time because he came to the conclusion that the world was about to be destroyed in the deduction, and after weighing the pros and cons, he chose the solution he thought was the best.
Randomly slaughter the practitioners in the world, control the number of practitioners in the world, and return this part of their spiritual power to heaven and earth.
Kill two birds with one stone.
The same is true of the conditions Pei Qianyue gave him.
Perhaps the jurisdiction of the Xianmeng cannot reduce the number of cultivators in this world quickly, but once the situation is brought under control, it will be beneficial in the long run. As for the part of the people who should have died, and their spiritual power that should have been released back to heaven and earth, Pei Qianyue will make up for it.
A great demon who has cultivated for three thousand years, the spiritual power he can provide will only be stronger than those mortals.
This is a transaction that is beneficial and harmless no matter how it is deduced.
Sure enough, after a while, Tiandaoyouyou said, "What's your condition?"
The corners of Pei Qianyue's lips curled up.
The wind gradually picked up, and above the sky in the distance, the strong wind rolled up a small vortex in the clouds. Pei Qianyue raised his head to face the sky, and said calmly and clearly: "Remove all punishment from Fengci...give him back his freedom."
Let him live freely, die freely, and never be bound again.
The wind swept across the sky, and the clouds covered the sky.
Above the sky, a bottomless vortex slowly formed, and the strong wind rolled up the sand, stones and fallen leaves in a spiral, and then was swallowed by the vortex.
In the depths of the vortex, there is a figure in a black robe.
very cold.
Pei Qianyue had never felt such a terrible cold in his life. The whistling wind around him seemed to be some kind of howling. Every wisp of wind that passed by took away a bit of warmth and spiritual power from his body.
His exhalation was covered with white mist, his whole body was frozen by the extreme cold and he lost consciousness, only the sharp pain in his lungs was caused by his breathing. With the rapid loss of spiritual power, Pei Qianyue's hair quickly turned gray, and his whole body became thinner.
It's ugly.
It's a good thing he's not here.
At such a time, Pei Qianyue felt a little lucky in his heart.
Feng Ci likes his face the most, if he is not here, he will never see his current appearance.
Pei Qianyue lowered his head.
The rapidly deteriorating body made his robe appear wider than before, his withered hair was lifted by the strong wind, and his body could be blown down by the strong wind almost at any time. And it is true. Pei Qianyue couldn't stand anymore, even his breath was so light that it seemed that it would dissipate at any time.
The spiritual power of the Yaozu is the source of life, and what is lost along with the spiritual power is his vitality.
Before dying, people will get a moment of peace.
All the hustle and bustle suddenly went far away, and Pei Qianyue seemed to return to the day when he met Feng Ci when he was a child. At that time, it was a similar feeling to now. He was so cold that he was so stiff that he almost lost consciousness.
The little snake just born was entangled in the snow, suffering and helpless, not knowing how to survive.
Then, he saw the man.
Dressed in white, it was as if a god had descended from the mortal world and came to him.
boom-
A loud noise pulled Pei Qianyue out of his deep consciousness, but his drowsy brain could no longer judge whether it was real or just his fantasy.
boom!
There was another loud bang.
The sound even made the ground tremble, Pei Qianyue staggered and finally woke up.
He raised his head, condensed the last bit of spiritual power remaining in his body, and "saw" the figure standing in mid-air holding the sword.
No longer the thin and weak body of a young man, the young man is slender and tall, with loose long hair flying in the strong wind, and his handsome face is as calm as water.
Qianqiu Shengzun finally found his original body.
Feng Ci looked at Pei Qianyue in the gust of wind, as if shaking his gaze. Then, he raised the Qianqiu Sword in his hand high and swung it vigorously.
boom!
Pei Qianyue's deal with Tiandao was completed, and the strong wind formed an indestructible barrier around him. The sword energy slammed into the barrier, but it didn't hurt a bit.
He didn't give up, the light on the Qianqiu sword became brighter each time, and the sword energy hitting the barrier became more and more surging.
do not do that.
Pei Qian wanted to speak more, but he wasn't sure if he had made a sound.
He raised his hand towards the figure in mid-air.
Those hands are now thin and pale, as if even their vitality has been drained.
Pei Qianyue recalled what he looked like now, and withdrew his hand again, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
It's too late... give up...
Too late.
The spiritual power was no longer able to support the vision, and the feeling brought by that little spiritual power gradually dimmed, and also dimmed, as well as the young man's handsome face and slender figure.
Feng Ci's spiritual power surged instantly.
He raised the Thousand Autumn Sword again, and the thunder from the sky covered up the howling wind. The impenetrable cloud layer was finally stirred away by another powerful force that could not be resisted, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky, hitting Feng Ci's sword.
The young man's eyes were silent, and he slammed down the sword with the power of thunder—
The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the indestructible barrier finally cracked a crack.
The fissure expanded rapidly, from bottom to top, and it collapsed little by little in front of your eyes.
Feng Ci finally showed a little smile, but an unprecedented force suddenly surged from the depths of the vortex, and the strong momentum suddenly tossed him out.
Feng Ci was fully forced out by this momentum.
He fell into the woods below, skimming through the treetops, and finally slammed into a thick trunk.
This fall made Feng Ci feel as if his internal organs were all out of place, his mind was buzzing, and it took him a long time to cough out a mouthful of blood foam and slide down from the tree trunk.
With a bang, the tree trunk behind him snapped and fell to the ground.
Qian Qiujian rolled to the side, and Feng Ci landed on one knee, gasping for breath in the strong smell of blood in his chest.
He had seen that scene just now.
At the beginning of everything, in the first dream that heaven gave him.
At the beginning, he thought it was the scene of the imminent catastrophe, but he didn't expect that it was not a catastrophe at all, but a punishment from heaven.
"...Are you kidding me?" Feng Ci wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, picked up the Qianqiu Sword, and barely stood up with his body supported. He looked up at the sky, and the gust of wind that was constantly sucking Pei Qianyue's spiritual power had stopped, but the vortex in the sky still hadn't disappeared.
"Pei Qianyue..." Feng Ci's voice was hoarse, "You crazy."
A white light suddenly lit up in the depths of the woods.
The white light instantly engulfed the entire forest, and also submerged Feng Ci's figure in it. The pain in the body disappeared, Feng Ci raised his head, and saw the figure standing not far away.
Heaven.
Feng Ci stood up straight and looked at the figure coldly: "I disobeyed your order, why did you involve innocent people?"
"Innocent?" Tiandao's voice sounded from heaven and earth, "It was he who designed to break the spell that Tiandao imposed on the puppet. How could he be innocent? He should bear all this, not to mention, this is his own request."
"But he is for me—" Feng Ci's voice stopped abruptly.
Pointless.
God never sees results. Tracing back to the source, Pei Qianyue was the leader of this matter. If he hadn't let Wanfa Pavilion create Wanfa Guizongyi, things would not be what they are today.
No matter what his original intention is, it will not change the result.
Feng Ci closed his eyes.
Pei Qianyue figured it out early in the morning.
That's why he chose such a method, so that Feng Ci could only assist from the side, but absolutely could not interfere. He was able to get Feng Ci out of this matter just for today.
"The transaction has been completed." Tiandao said leisurely, "From today on, you are no longer the son of Tiandao, and you don't need to perform the duties of the son of Tiandao. Go, if you continue to entangle, Tiandao will not spare you."
After his words fell, Feng Ci only felt a lightness all over his body.
In the dark, it seems that an invisible shackle has been untied quietly, releasing the soul that has been imprisoned for a long time.
This should have been his long-cherished wish for thousands of years, but after his wish was fulfilled, Feng Ci did not feel any joy.
He breathed a sigh of relief to calm himself down.
"Father... no, God." Feng Ci said calmly, "Since you like to make deals, how about we make a deal?"
Tiandao didn't answer.
The tall figure lowered his head slightly, staring at the young man in the woods.
There was a mess in the woods, Feng Ci stood there quietly, his plain white robes were slightly lifted by the wind, as if he was a banished fairy descending into the world, untouched by the world.
"You said earlier that if you don't interfere, the spiritual power of this world will be completely exhausted and destroyed after a thousand years." Feng Ci looked up at Tiandao and said slowly, "But what if... this conclusion is wrong? ?”
There was silence in the forest for a while, as if even the wind had stopped.
After a while, the tall figure replied leisurely: "The way of heaven will never make mistakes."
Feng Ci chuckled: "There is no such absolute thing in the world."
Tiandao asked: "What do you want to say?"
"I would like to say that since the reason why Heaven interferes with this world is that the world is about to be destroyed. If this reason is not true, you are not qualified to take away anyone's spiritual power," Feng Ci subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the cliff , "There is still life."
"What evidence do you have?"
"I'm not like you. I can predict the future. Of course I can't produce evidence." Feng Ci smiled and said, "But the prediction of the way of heaven is not always correct, is it?"
"If you can accurately predict the result every time, why didn't you predict that this day would come in the future when I passed on Taoism to the world three thousand years ago, why... didn't you stop me at that time?"
Tiandao fell silent again.
"The human race is unpredictable." Feng Ci said, "Things in this world are changing rapidly. Sometimes, even a small discovery, a casual thought, will change many things."
Just like when Pei Qianyue decided to establish the Xianmeng, it almost changed the direction of the situation.
"You said that the greed of the human race is endless. This is indeed true. But there are so many people in this world. Some people are greedy, selfish, and demanding, and some people work hard to live every day. Pursue, forge ahead, Persevere."
"Why can't these people be given a chance? Do these people deserve to pay for their greed?"
"...Moreover, if you send envoys to kill a few people, do you think you can stop them?"
"Thousands of years of inheritance, they have experienced countless devastating blows, which one is not as terrible as the current disaster. But which one really cut off the inheritance?"
"People are the most fragile and tenacious creatures in this world. Even if you kill them down to the last one, that person will be like a spark, and one day, it will be able to start a prairie fire."
"The fire of the human race is endless, and the natural inheritance is endless. Can you really stop it?"
Tiandao was silent for a long time.
As Feng Ci said, the human race is the largest living being in the world, and it is also the existence of this extremely precise instrument of the Dao of Heaven, which can never be calculated and judged.
That's why the way of heaven can't easily come into the world, and can't interfere with the development of the situation.
Unless the world encounters a major crisis.
"What deal do you want?" Tiandao asked after a long time.
"I am willing to be your ambassador in this world again." Feng Ci calmly said, "Give me a thousand years, and I will guide the human race to the right path. I assure you that the predicted catastrophe will not come. Human race, will There is another way out."
"It took you three thousand years to shake off the shackles, and now you're putting them back on. You don't want to be free anymore?"
"I think so, but since it's been three thousand years, it doesn't hurt to extend it for a while longer. And..." Feng Ci raised his head, looked at the distant cliff, his eyes softened, "I suddenly discovered that there is nothing more important than freedom in this world." important stuff."
He withdrew his gaze and smiled softly: "I seem to be reluctant to let go of it for the time being, that freedom is of no use to me."
The wind gradually died down, and a ray of light broke through the clouds from the sky, dispelling the thick clouds.
Feng Ci took the wind and fell to the top of the cliff, and saw the person who fell there at a glance.
Pei Qianyue's black hair had completely turned white, and a pale hand stretched out from his robe, gradually turning gray and cold.
Feng Ci knelt down on one knee, bent down and hugged the body that had lost all vitality into his arms.
"Fool." Feng Ci said softly.
The breeze blowing from the sky lingered around the two of them, and the wind carried spiritual power, slowly returning it to this body.
As long as thousands of years later, the world's spiritual energy does not dry up as predicted, there is no reason for Tiandao to take away Pei Qianyue's spiritual energy. On the contrary, if the situation still goes to that point after thousands of years, both Feng Ci and Pei Qianyue will bear a price more terrible than death.
This is the consequence of making a deal with Tiandao.
Pei Qianyue's body glowed with light, which was that spiritual power was reintegrating into his body.
Feng Ci put Pei Qianyue back on the ground, and his withered and emaciated body quickly recovered, and blood gradually appeared on his face.
Soon, he moved his fingertips and woke up.
Feng Ci withdrew the hand that was originally covering the back of the opponent's hand like lightning.
Pei Qianyue's consciousness was still in a trance, he turned his head very slowly, facing the direction of Feng Ci: "...Master?"
Now that his spiritual power has not yet fully integrated into his body, he cannot see things with spiritual power. But even in the darkness, he still clearly sensed where Feng Ci was.
Feng Ci cleared his throat and put on a straight face: "Well, it's me."
"Heaven..." Pei Qianyue's voice was hoarse.
Feng Ci said softly: "Let's go."
His voice was clear and cold, he had never spoken to Pei Qianyue in such a voice.
Pei Qianyue moved, as if he wanted to sit up, but just as he raised his arm, he was immediately held down by Feng Ci: "What are you doing, your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, you don't want to live anymore?"
A cold hand covered her, and gently took Feng Ci's hand: "I want to touch you."
Feng Ci's expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't bear to pull out his hand.
Pei Qianyue's body was still very weak, and his hair was still withered and white. Feng Ci knew that it was because Tiandao still took part of his spiritual power from him.
That was the explanation Pei Qianyue promised to give earlier, and it was the price he should pay for going against the sky.
Tiandao never does business that makes him lose money.
But in any case, it is enough that this person is still alive.
After a while, Pei Qianyue asked, "Why did the master come here?"
Feng Ci's eyes fell on the other's withered and white hair, and he said angrily, "Aren't you coming and waiting for you to die?"
His soul power is so powerful, Pei Qianyue's drug can't last long on him.
Fortunately, so.
Feng Ci didn't even dare to recall what it felt like to wake up alone in Lingwu Mountain. He closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the belated shock, anxiety, and... fear that surged up in his heart.
If he was just a moment late...
Pei Qianyue stopped talking again, Fengci was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and said in a muffled voice, "Stupid? You have nothing to say to me?"
"Yes." Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Sorry for presumptuousness.
Sorry to make you worry.
"...but I don't regret it." Pei Qianyue's voice was very soft, as if it took a lot of effort to say a word, "I will never regret it if I die for you."
Feng Ci's eyes suddenly turned red.
He looked away, closed his eyes, and took a silent breath: "What else?"
"Yes, there is one more sentence." Pei Qianyue tried his best to grab Feng Ci's hand, a weak but beautiful smile appeared on his lips, "There was one sentence last night, I said it incorrectly."
"You are my god, always have been."