At the end of the road to the Gods, there stands a mountain as majestic as the world. The mountains are extremely thick and exude an ancient atmosphere. It is the legendary Fengshen Mountain. However, the Gods do not bloom with the divine light, but appear dark.

Extremely heavy.

There's also a bit of indescribable weirdness about it.

Feng Qingyan killed strange things all the way and finally climbed to Fengshen Mountain.

Fengshen Mountain is not a mountain, but is composed of nine magical mountains that are between reality and illusion. Each major mountain is equivalent to a world, containing thousands of things, and is even connected to the outside world, and perhaps to the most mysterious Juntian.

The environment is related.

From the first to the ninth level of the sacred mountain world, Feng Qingyan could see the corpses of countless foreign creatures.

There are also the remains of the mountaineer boy.

In the world of each sacred mountain, there are countless ancient battlefields. The earth has been stained black with blood, and the blood rivers have dried up and turned into black mud.

At a glance, the red land is thousands of miles away, with not a single blade of grass growing on it.

Feng Qingyan looked at the tragic battlefield and the withered bones of the young men, with a myriad of thoughts in his heart.

The Road to the Gods has indeed been invaded. The most terrifying thing is that countless foreign enemies have come in on the Nine Divine Mountains.

Once upon a time, there were tragic battles on the Nine Divine Mountains.

All the young men have died in the battle.

However, they also blocked the enemy on Fengshen Mountain, preventing foreign enemies from entering the vast world of Kyushu. However, countless thousands of years have passed, but the world does not know their existence, and they do not know that countless tragic battles have taken place on Fengshen Mountain.

Bloody battles again and again, desperate efforts again and again.

No regrets again and again.

The young men finally killed the foreign enemies at their feet, and themselves also died in the battle.

No one knows your name!

No one knows about your achievements!

But at this moment, Feng Qingyan knew it and silently looked at the corpses on the battlefield. Many of the corpses were more than ten or twenty years old, and they were all young men in their prime...

Have a wonderful life.

However, they died fighting here without the slightest regret.

After a long while, Feng Qingyan came back from his thoughts. With a wave of his hand, countless corpses turned into dust. But only the corpses of foreign enemies turned into dust, while the corpses of young people turned into ashes and were scattered on Fengshen Mountain.

, sprinkled in the vast world of Kyushu.

Half are sent home, and the other half continue to guard here.

The teenagers hope so.

"I remember you..."

Feng Qingyan said softly and walked towards the second sacred mountain.

And at the moment when he turned around and left, and the ashes were scattered, faint shadows emerged one after another, saluting the departing figure in white.

After one salute, the shadow disappeared completely.

And at this time.

In some places in the world of Kyushu, some places have become gray, as if dust has been scattered.

This surprised many creatures.

“Where did this ash come from?”

There is a way of life.

"This is not ordinary ashes, it seems to be ashes..."

Someone stretched out his hand to receive some ashes and looked at them curiously. After discovering that they were ashes, he was immediately filled with fear and said, "It's bad luck."

"It is indeed unlucky for heaven to scatter ashes."

Others echoed.

"well--"

Some people sighed and said: "Who made the big sacrifice when the ashes were sprinkled from heaven?"

"I don't know what's going on, but I can't feel happy. Instead, I feel a little sad." Some people were shaking their heads. Looking at the scattered ashes, their mood seemed low and a little sad, and they said, "Presumably, these are all teenagers."

"juvenile?"

"Maybe, I think, he is also a young man..."

The scattering of ashes from the sky is a spectacle for the small world, attracting many people to watch.

For some reason, some people couldn't help crying. The tears couldn't be controlled and they looked at Tianyu in a daze.

It seems that the ashes scattered from the sky are the ashes of relatives.

There is a feeling of blood resonance.

Although most of the teenagers have no descendants, they do have their own families, and they can also be regarded as descendants. However, they are all people from at least thousands of years ago, and some can be traced back to millions of years ago. It is possible that the blood of the family is

No longer exists.

but.

As more and more ashes are scattered.

No matter whether they are people or enlightened creatures, they gradually become silent, depressed, and feel indescribable sadness.

On the second level of the sacred mountain, there were also countless corpses and withered bones. Feng Qingyan collected the young man's corpses and turned them into ashes and scattered them in both places.

"I, remember you."

He said softly and turned to leave.

Faint shadows appeared one by one, bowed to the departing figure, and then disappeared completely.

Feng Qingyan climbed up the sacred mountains one after another. Every time he walked through the sacred mountains, countless ashes were scattered. As long as the road to becoming a god exists, the sacred mountains will exist as long as they exist. And the battlefield on the sacred mountains has also existed for a long time, possibly hundreds of years.

For thousands of years.

Corpses piled up in mountains.

countless!

Countless young men died fighting here.

Feng Qingyan's calm heart also felt ripples, and he sighed softly.

When he walked to the ninth level of the sacred mountain, ashes were scattered across most of the world in Kyushu. The ashes were scattered very slowly, and it seemed that the figures of young people and those who fought bloody battles were emerging. This made everyone

The creatures in the world were all a little shocked, not knowing what the picture that appeared in the sky represented.

All I know is that the battlefield is extremely cruel.

One by one, the young men regarded death as if they were going home and went to kill them, blocking the terrifying alien race from the sacred mountain and preventing them from entering the vast world of Kyushu.

When all foreign enemies are killed.

They also fell in a pool of blood.

At this moment, they were finally relieved, and faint smiles appeared on their tired and blood-stained faces.

The smile is getting brighter and brighter.

Many people were infected by the young man's smile and couldn't help but choke up in the end.

In the wild world, under the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, many elders suddenly burst into tears when they looked up at the phantom in the sky.

Because, there are many young people's faces that they know...

Those were the disciples who followed the Holy Son into Fengshen Mountain thousands of years ago. They were almost the same generation as them, or several generations older.

They all died in the battle at Fengshen Mountain and have not been heard from since.

"Ahhhh——"

On Tiandi Mountain, there was an old man crying loudly, sitting on the ground and crying like a child.

Tears blurred vision.

They were extremely sad at this moment, as if the time thousands of years ago was like yesterday, everything was still vivid in their minds.

Others cannot imagine and experience it.

The elders of Tiandi Mountain did not care about their face at all and cried loudly, which attracted the astonishment of many disciples. Although they were also sad in their hearts, they were just sad and depressed. They would never cry like children like the elders.

cry.

"How is this going?"

A disciple from Tiandi Mountain asked curiously, "Why did the elder burst into tears suddenly? Is this because of that?"

He motioned to the shadow in the sky.

"maybe."

"Who are these teenagers? Are these their ashes?"

"I don't know, these scattered ashes should be ashes. Well, it seems that there are a lot of ashes scattered on our Tiandi Mountain. What is going on? Could it be?" A disciple of Tiandi Mountain suddenly realized, and was a little stunned, and said

: "Could it be that they are my disciples from Tiandi Mountain? But why haven't we seen them before?"

"These seniors from thousands of years ago..."

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there were a large number of disciples in our Heavenly Emperor Mountain who followed the Holy Son into the Fengshen Mountain..."
To be continued...