Qin Xuan's mind was moved. He had a feeling that what just happened was definitely not an illusion or a coincidence.
If it came from the illusion in his heart, Qin Xuan had already experienced it countless times, but this time in this sycamore forest, the flowers and leaves gathered together to form an image, but it was completely different.
He frowned and continued walking deeper.
Whether it was an illusion or something else, even Qin Xuan didn't know.
"After leaving Chiquan, I should ask Emperor Yao." Qin Xuan whispered in his heart.
All around, the sycamore forest remains the same, a sea of red gold that dazzles the eyes.
As Qin Xuan went deeper and walked for nearly a hundred breaths, the sycamore forest in front changed again.
Countless sycamore flowers and leaves gather together, and these sycamore flowers and leaves seem to have opened a passage, connecting to another world.
In this world, Qin Xuan came to a monument.
"This is……"
Qin Xuan's pupils were slightly focused as he looked at a monument standing in a place he had never seen before.
There is only one stone tablet, which is spotless and stands on a white stone platform. There are words on the tablet.
‘Qin Xuan, Tomb of Qin Changqing’
There are only seven words, and there is no tomb behind the monument. There is only a breath of white clothes, neatly folded, and only a sword.
When Qin Xuan reached the sword, his expression became more solemn.
No one knows what that sword is better than him. Although its appearance is somewhat different from the Eternal Sword in his hand, Qin Xuan still recognizes that this sword is Eternal.
The Eternal Sword, the Tomb of Clothes, the White Stone Stele... all of these represent that Qin Changqing is dead and has fallen into the heavens.
Qin Xuan looked at this scene. He was obviously alive and here, but he had arrived at his own tombstone and his own tomb.
Suddenly, he moved and was about to take a step. The scene in front of him was immediately blurred. It was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water. It could be seen but not touched.
Qin Xuan looked indifferent, but there were ripples in his heart.
As he said, who in this world is immortal!?
"Come on, this place has determined that I will die." Qin Xuan suddenly laughed at himself, his eyes were calm, and his heart became calmer.
How had he ever cared about life and death? With all his strength, he had no worries about life or death.
What's more, everything in front of you is illusory, and it's not certain whether it's true or not.
He walked in the sycamore forest for a while, and countless sycamore flowers and leaves gathered together again.
This time, he came across a handful of Buddhist beads. There was a monk in white who had a broken arm and was sitting on a broken wall.
The monk raised his eyes to look at the sky, and suddenly, he seemed to notice something.
He was looking at Qin Xuan, his eyes seemed shocked, and he saw the monk in white was about to move, and suddenly the sycamore flowers and leaves were flying.
Qin Xuan looked at the monk in white and fell into silence. It was a battle and his arm was broken, but his aura and expression seemed to have gone through something and became calmer.
He was still alone, facing the world and the earth. If his prediction was correct, that wall should be the wall of the Immortal City of Immortality.
Just a quick glance, but Qin Xuan saw too much.
The ruin of the Immortal City of Immortality. Someone attacked the Immortal City of Immortality. Was it after his ‘fall’?
"Is it Shinto? Or something else!?"
"Does Ye Chiquan represent the future, or is it really an illusion!?"
Qin Xuan murmured to himself, "No, maybe it's just karma."
The so-called karma refers to cause and effect, which is the result of Qin Changqing's current body.
He, Qin Changqing, has too many evil causes, and just the evil causes from the Shinto lineage are enough for him to suffer unimaginable evil consequences.
And he has always been unscrupulous in his actions. Even if he has calculations in his heart, even God can't calculate everything, let alone Qin Changqing.
In this sycamore forest, Qin Xuan gathered his thoughts and moved forward again.
This time, he came to the scene formed by the flowers and leaves of the sycamore tree. He came to a city wall, no, it was a majestic giant pass.
On this giant gate, he saw figures one after another.
Jun Wushuang, Xiao Wu, Mo Qinglian, He Yun, Tu Xian, Douzhan, Da Jin'er, Qin Hao, Jiu Youyan, Xu Zining, Li Qingniu, Ye Tongyu, Xu Wushang, Qin Qinglan, Mo Xiang, Jiu
You Yuanchen, Taishi Futian, Yun Ni, Luo Fuxian, Qin Hongyi, Liu Jingshui, Liu Yunli, Xiang Liu, Li Hongchen, Feng Mo, Xu Hunchen, Taishi Yuntian, and an unknown one
man.
There are twenty-nine people in total, all at this level.
There are only twenty-nine people, all of whom are above this level.
A strong wind came, blowing his clothes fiercely. Everyone's face was solemn, and their eyes looked outside the pass.
Qin Xuan looked carefully, but couldn't see any eyes that showed hope or reliance.
But each person is strong enough to stand up to heaven and earth.
Qin Xuan was stunned. He looked at the figures and each person among them.
From their bodies, Qin Xuan had a hint of meaning. They were already strong enough to stand up to the sky and the earth, and Qin Changqing was not needed.
This time, Qin Xuan did not move, but the sycamore flowers and leaves drifted away.
Along the way, there were scenes, whether caused by karma or hallucinations, but for Qin Xuan, they made ripples appear in his calm heart.
He sat cross-legged here, surrounded by sycamore leaves.
"If one day, I, Qin Changqing, really die, that tomb and white stone tablet will be real."
Qin Xuan whispered softly. He closed his eyes and meditated here for half an hour. After half an hour, he seemed to have the answer. There was no longer any wavering in his eyes and in his heart.
He continued to move forward, and the sycamore leaves around him no longer appeared in the picture.
It seemed that even the sycamore flowers and leaves knew about it, and Qin Xuan already believed it.
The expressions of those old friends no longer looked forward to Qin Changqing, and no longer relied on him.
Maybe one day, Qin Changqing will really die!
There is no Qin Changqing in this world.
Finally, Qin Xuan seemed to have entered the depths of the sycamore forest. In the deepest part of the sycamore forest, there was a woman singing softly.
The ballad was so old that Qin Xuan couldn't even identify the words.
In front of this woman, there is a spring, but the water in it has already dried up.
Qin Xuan looked at the woman and said slowly: "Were you the cause of all the previous illusions? Or were they caused by karma!?"
The woman looked back, she had a delicate face, but there were lines like butterfly wings at the end of her eyes, and a nine-color prismatic scale on her forehead, which did not look like fish scales.
"In this world, everything is at ease. You can observe everything with your eyes. If you believe it, it is true. If you don't believe it, it is nothing!"
The woman looked back and smiled: "The karma on your body is so great that it can burn you completely."
"But you are a person with a great destiny. No wonder you are able to come here. If it were anyone else, they would have been burned out by the karma fire parasol tree. Only a person with a great destiny like you can come here!"
"I once met a woman who claimed to be Yao. Are you her descendant?"
Qin Xuan looked at the woman and shook his head slightly, "She asked me to come here because she said that the red spring of karma would be good for me."
"Besides, my energy has been exhausted, so how can I say that I have a great destiny? If there really is a destiny, I'm afraid my destiny will be extremely bad."
When the woman heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Are you really confused, or are you just pretending to be confused?"
"Heavenly calamity will not be moved by ants, and wind and thunder will not be startled by mayflies!"
"How can you still be alive even though your energy has been exhausted? How many people in these Nine Heavens and Ten Earths can compare with your life?"
She said leisurely, "It's a pity that even you can't escape death. On the contrary, a woman who prides herself on Yao can reach the end of this road."
Qin Xuan chuckled and said: "Fall!? The image made of sycamore flowers and leaves has arrived."
But the woman said with a smile: "I have seen seven people here in my reincarnations from generation to generation, but no one can escape their fate due to the appearance of the Karma Fire Wutong."