However, there are no stars in more places, and there is deathly silence and darkness.
There is no sound in the vast universe.
Not to mention a living thing, even a star is as tiny as dust.
In the infinite universe, everything is insignificant.
Even though the stone ship is thousands of feet long.
but.
In the vast dark void, it is too tiny to be considered as dust.
Yan Qing was alone on the stone boat and followed it away.
It seems like I can't feel the passage of time.
When he opened his eyes, he would always see a dead starry sky, making him extremely lonely and lonely.
At this moment, he sat quietly on the deck, as if he had experienced endless darkness and silence for thousands of years.
Almost going crazy.
"Am I...am I going to die?"
"It's a miracle that you can survive so long without eating or drinking."
He struggled to open his eyes and looked at his hands and body, which had become dry.
I don’t know how many days ago.
His body began to wither, as if it had dried up, leaving only a pair of eyes, which was still a little bit alive.
Is the stone boat carrying the ancient bronze coffin going back to ancient times, or to the other side of the starry sky?
This has nothing to do with him at all.
No longer care.
In the vast universe, there is nothing.
There was only him sitting on the deck of the stone ship, floating alone with the ancient bronze coffin, without anything else.
gradually.
Yan Qing found that her heart was gradually getting older, her hair was turning gray, and her whole body was like a wood carving and clay sculpture.
Sitting cross-legged on the deck motionless.
Time flies.
I don't know how many years have passed.
Yan Qing remained motionless, seemingly in a state of oblivion.
I don’t know what year it is today.
I don't know where I am.
Almost forgotten myself...
His consciousness began to fall into a deep sleep, and his soul also fell into a deep sleep, without any awareness of the outside world.
It's like sitting down.
It's just that he doesn't know.
The soft white light emitted by the stone boat was constantly washing his body, otherwise he would be in a mortal body.
Already dead.
…
…
On the cliff of rebirth.
Feng Qingyan has been standing in white clothes, also motionless.
At this moment, endless gray fog appeared around him, and a strong breath of reincarnation emerged. And the millstone of reincarnation was constantly turning...
I don’t know when.
His eyes opened suddenly.
Penetrating through layers of time and space, it finally landed on a stone ship sailing lonely in the universe.
He saw Yan Qing...
It's just that Yan Qing's consciousness is sleeping, and so is her soul.
If he continues to sleep, he may never wake up and will die completely. However, this is not only the last hope of the Human Emperor, but also the last hope of Jiuzhou. How could he let Yan Qing die?
wake up!
Feng Qingyan shouted in his heart.
However, it is impossible for Yan Qing to hear...
wake up!
wake up!
Feng Qingyan stood on the Resurrection Cliff, shouting again and again...
But Yan Qing still couldn't wake up on the stone boat.
After a while.
Feng Qingyan stopped shouting.
He was thinking about ways to wake up Yan Qing.
However, at some point, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that it was not just a matter of waking up! It was a matter of fate and destiny...
Destiny does not die, destiny does not live!
…
…
In the vast universe.
On the deck of the stone ship, Yan Qing was as motionless as if he had turned into a wood sculpture...
His consciousness and soul were sleeping, and it seemed that he was about to fall into a complete sleep, or even die. However, at this moment, the ancient bronze coffin in the cabin trembled slightly.
When Yan Qing's consciousness and soul completely fell into sleep or died.
A faint mist-like circle suddenly floated out from the ancient bronze coffin and landed on his soul.
then.
When Yan Qing was about to die.
A mist-like circle appeared on the soul.
The mist-like circles, half of which are light gray and half of which are light white, are rotating slowly, some shaped like Tai Chi circles.
As the circle slowly rotated, it pulled his dying soul back.
again and again……
but.
Yan Qing still couldn't wake up.
It seemed that he had fallen into a complete sleep and was about to die eventually.
…
…
On the cliff of rebirth.
The gray fog surrounding Feng Qingyan is getting thicker and thicker.
The reincarnation millstone was spinning crazily, making bursts of terrifying sounds, making the entire Netherworld horrified.
Even in the underworld, there is movement...
In the Yangjian.
Countless supreme beings' expressions changed drastically when they heard the sound of the millstone turning.
But at this moment.
Feng Qingyan couldn't stop, he needed to wake up Yan Qing...
"If fate does not die, fate does not lead to life..."
Feng Qingyan was murmuring softly.
He felt it faintly.
It seems that destiny is dying, but destiny is not born.
Only by awakening Yan Qing, maybe destiny can be born. At this moment, his mind is spinning crazily.
In one thought, I don’t know how many times it turned.
How many times has it been deduced?
now.
Countless images flashed through his mind.
In the north of the earth, there are imperial monuments standing like monuments...
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Feng Qingyan called softly:
"Flowers bloom and fall; flowers bloom and fall;"
"The long river of time."
“A myth is like a wave;”
"A myth is as small as a teardrop."
"You are there in gatherings and separations;"
"I am present in gatherings and separations;"
"You and I are both passers-by."
…
…
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Yan Qing is in a dream.
He seemed to hear a voice, a familiar voice, which seemed to be calling him constantly...
Then he woke up and opened his eyes.
"Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine is a history book, a drop of blood is a monument!"
The ancient and meaningful voice seemed to fall from the sky.
Extremely vicissitudes of life.
There is also a hint of sadness, which makes your soul tremble when you hear it.
Inexplicable sadness in my heart.
Yan Qing's sleeping soul trembled inexplicably when he heard it, and he woke up from his dream.
"Look at the vast smoke waves of the ages, and listen to the gentle singing of thousands of people for generations..."
That ancient voice was full of meaning and seemed to come from ancient time and space, bringing not only desolation.
It also brings hope...
…
…
now.
Yan Qing slowly opened her eyes, and those eyes that had turned into a dead gray looked stiffly into the distance.
I saw an unopened scroll lying across the distant starry sky.
The scroll seemed to be slowly opening, emitting endless light.
The scroll is extremely huge, stretching thousands and thousands of miles across, emitting little bits of light.
In the starry sky.
Like a shining star river, it is very conspicuous.
The scroll seems to be composed of nine paintings, each one is lifelike, like a real world, extremely magical.
only.
These nine paintings seem somewhat familiar.
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered, the ancient bronze coffin!
The nine paintings in the scroll are almost the same as the nine engravings on the ancient bronze coffin.
It's just that the picture scroll in front of me is really too huge, lying across the starry sky, it's very shocking.
The appearance of the scroll.
Yan Qing could clearly feel the stone ship trembling slightly, as if he was feeling a surge of joy, which made him slightly surprised.
At this time, the stone boat quickly flew towards the scroll.
It seems like it’s about to enter the painting!
"Are you going to fly into the world in the scroll?"
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, feeling very shocked. What kind of operation is this?
but.
When the stone boat was about to fly into the scroll.
An extremely terrifying aura suddenly descended from the deepest part of the sky, making his soul tremble.
It was like meeting the God of Death.
This terrifying aura, with its endless pressure, almost crushed him into powder.
This was simply unbearable for him.
Rumble!
There was a shocking loud noise, and the stone ship shook suddenly, as if it had been attacked by something terrifying.
Yan Qing was frightened in her heart.
Don't know what happened.
At this moment, he twisted his stiff neck and looked up at the sky, and saw a huge stone pillar standing deep in the sky.
The stone pillars are tens of thousands of miles high.
It’s still bigger than the vast scroll that stretches across the starry sky.
It was the huge stone pillar that prevented the stone ship from flying into the scroll.
"What's this?"
When she saw it clearly, Yan Qing was extremely shocked, her heart felt like millions of waves, and even her eyes became a little dull.
Along the way.
He saw an incomparably huge ancient bronze coffin, a stone boat more than a thousand feet long, and a vast picture scroll thousands of miles long...
What on earth is this?
Could it be...
Did I really follow Shi Chuan and come to a vast mythical world?
Also, my body has become like a mummy, with no blood flow or even a heartbeat, but I am not dead yet.
But right now.
Yan Qing's eyes suddenly widened, with a look of horror on her face.
That's not a stone pillar at all.
It's a finger with only two joints.
This finger is white and flawless, crystal clear, like a huge white jade pillar, exuding wisps of gleaming light.
The lines on it are faintly visible.
This, this stone pillar that is thousands of miles high is actually a finger!
Yan Qing couldn't believe her eyes. How could there be such a huge finger in the world? How tall was the owner of that finger?
How many thousands of miles high?
How can this be?
Even the mythical Titans were only a hundred feet tall.
This was completely beyond his imagination.
"Are you carrying your emperor back to his homeland?"
It seems to be above the nine heavens.
A hoarse voice fell, carrying supreme majesty.
Although his voice was calm, it carried a boundless domineering air that could not be violated by others.
"Emperor?"
Yan Qing was a little surprised.
Although I had already guessed that the identity of the person in the ancient bronze coffin was not simple, I never expected that he was the "Emperor".
What kind of emperor is that?
He was very curious.
boom!
When Yan Qing was surprised.
That huge finger pressed down again, pressing towards the stone ship, with an aura of boundless terror.
The heaven, earth and universe trembled.
As if unable to withstand its pressure, they were about to break one after another.
And at this time.
The mast of the stone ship fell with a crash, smashed into the distance, and hit an extremely distant star.
The stars couldn't bear the power of that mast and exploded instantly.
It's like fireworks blooming.
Extremely gorgeous.
Yan Qing looked at it with dull eyes, completely stunned by the exploding star.
This destructive power is really too terrifying, far beyond his concept of mythology. In the blink of an eye, a star can be destroyed?
Is this the power of God?
only.
He didn't see that the space was boiling...
But at this moment.
One by one, shadows walked out of the stone boat.
However, their figures became lighter and fainter, so faint that they were almost unrecognizable.
They are either clothed in commoners, or in green shirts, or in Confucian robes, or carrying harps on their backs, or hanging swords, or holding chess, or holding pens, or holding fans...
"Eighty-one saints throughout the ages?"
"You guys, wasn't he already dead? Why is his ghost still lingering?"
Deep in the sky.
That hoarse voice seemed stunned for a moment.
Eighty-one phantoms remained silent, just clinging to the top of the stone ship, guarding the ancient bronze coffin in the stone ship...
"You can kill while alive, and you can destroy after death."
"snort!"
That hoarse voice spoke with disdain in its supreme majesty.
It seemed that he looked down upon those eighty-one people very much.
Yan Qing was startled. Are they all dead?
only.
Who are these eighty-one saints?
If they were dead, why would they appear in the stone ship?
them……
Is it to take their emperor back to his homeland?
Doubts appeared in Yan Qing's heart. At this moment, he was a little frightened and looked at the giant finger deep in Tianyu.
I saw the giant finger standing quietly, exuding an extremely powerful pressure.
There seems to be no rush to destroy the stone ship.
At this time, eighty-one phantoms walked upward step by step, and a powerful aura also appeared on their bodies.
It's just countless times weaker than the giant finger.
Eighty-one phantoms, then eighty-one majestic white air pillars appeared.
At this moment, their shadows also turned into hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, tens of thousands of feet in an instant, fighting against the giant fingers in the sky.
It's just that on the big finger, it's too solid.
"The ghost lingers!"
The hoarse voice said.
Still did not pay attention to the eighty-one shadows.
At this moment, I saw the giant fingers pressing down, and the momentum was unstoppable. The aura was so powerful that the entire universe trembled.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
Voices of grief and indignation rang out from the sky and the earth, filled with the aura of killing.
Eighty-one huge phantoms, like sharp arrows, holding knives, swords, books, chess, piano and other objects, rushed towards the giant finger quickly.
boom--
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the color of the world changed.
Pieces of space were torn apart, making bursts of sharp shattering sounds.
The eighty-one phantoms rushed forward as if they were dead, looking extremely tragic, like moths rushing to the flame, without hesitation, withstanding the fall of the giant finger again and again.
And white pillars of air burst out from their bodies.
It's also fading away little by little.
Their figures became fainter and fainter, as if they were about to disperse.
At this moment, Yan Qing on the deck was watching all this blankly.
Speechless.
All this was beyond his imagination.
as time goes by.
Eighty-one phantoms were destroyed countless times.
However, it condenses again and again.
However, every time it condenses, the shadow becomes lighter and weaker.
From the original ten thousand feet, to a thousand feet, to a hundred feet, to fifty feet, to ten feet...
at last.
It can only condense a faint figure about the size of an ordinary person.
It's almost impossible to see clearly.
Yan Qing felt wisps of sadness from the eighty-one shadows...
"If it weren't for the constraints of time and space, we would have been completely wiped out long ago..."
That hoarse voice was slightly angry, and then the giant finger pressed down again, pressing against the stone ship.
"My Emperor——"
Eighty-one shadows screamed sadly.
There is nothing to stop it at this moment.
An extremely terrifying aura descended.
Yan Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was about to die on the road to the stars before he could return to the mythical world.