"They know... but the monk who came from Hao Tu thinks that you, senior, are the only monk in the world under Hao Tu... nothing more than that..."
"That's it?" The white-haired man laughed again.
It is normal for the Nirvana strongman from Haotu to think so. After all, he is a person in the same world. No matter how strong he is, he can only stand in the mysterious light.
Because since ancient times, very few Nirvana powers have been born in the world.
In a pair of eyes, black flames burned, causing the entire Bailu Star to fall into haze.
"I cannot tell this deity yet. Because my current way has gone against the invisible power. Crisis may come at any time. If I continue to contact this deity, I am afraid that it will set me on fire. I will not be able to bear it.
....."
Thirty-five years ago, the Yuanshen escaped and wandered around the world. As a result, the connection with the original deity was severed. Now that the spiritual avatar has returned to its original position, there is still no continued contact with the original deity.
It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't dare. The spiritual avatar has now mastered his own way, and is so powerful that even he himself cannot estimate it.
Because since he achieved great success in countering chaos, he has never met anyone who can fight with him. Although, in the past thirty-five years, he has encountered very few creatures. Even creatures comparable to Xuan Zhao are rare.
Because all the worlds he went to were in ruins. There was no life and no living beings.
Those heavens and earth may once have bloomed with bright light. But they all suffered disasters, and the only thing left was the violent air waves and sand and dust.
But even so, he felt powerless in the face of the crisis that might come at any time, let alone him.
Although the connection with the original deity has been severed, the spiritual clone can still feel that the original deity is not as strong as him now. Even if the gods and demons merge into one, this is still the case.
"Take me to Jingkong Yuan's house."
.......
Clear water flows in the lakes and pools, and the plains are covered with weeping willows and green grass. Everything is green and full of life.
The cicadas were chirping, and there were swarms of butterflies flying among the flowers. But in one place, they were out of place.
The world here is not poor, but there is a cold atmosphere everywhere, there is no greenery, and there are only a few sparse climbs on the rock tops.
This is a prison area.
This is Jingkong Island. This island has a radius of one hundred thousand miles and is a cave. Because it appears in the middle of the ocean, it is called an island by people all over the world.
It's just different from ordinary islands. This is an island suspended in the middle of a high school. A large formation gathers all the spiritual energy from all directions, so it is green all year round.
It is bright here, even at night. The sky is full of stars, and there is very little real darkness.
However, this is just sunny and sunny on the surface.
The bloodshed in the dark is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Intrigues, slanders, conspiracies, frame-ups, and harm to fellow tribesmen are all impossible to prevent.
Even if you become a fool, you will not be immune to it.
That fool, all his immediate relatives had been brutally killed. He did not feel any sadness at the death of these people.
Maybe a fool doesn't know what this heartache is. Or maybe, those who died don't have much weight in his heart.
Because his biological mother was just a maid, an ordinary person, a mortal who had not embarked on the journey of cultivation.
He was not born into the royal family. Although he was classified as a direct descendant of the contemporary generation, his status was still low after all.
His biological mother was poured into poisonous wine and died in front of him. Therefore, as a child, he became a fool at that moment.
But when all the direct lineages were extinct, everyone's eyes were naturally focused on this fool.
For the treasure of a family, even if the direct line is extinguished, it will not be handed over to outsiders. This is a treasure that has been passed down through generations. If it is handed over, how will the spirits of ancestors of all generations be met under Jiuquan in the future?
Most of the 300 people in the direct lineage of the Yuan family died at the hands of Yuan Shu, except for a small number of people.
They were the most core direct descendants. They suffered all kinds of torture, but finally did not tell the whereabouts of the treasure. In the end, they could not bear the hell-like torture and committed suicide.
It's not that they are arrogant in their hearts, but that they really don't know. Those who knew it had already killed themselves when they noticed the change.
Those who stayed behind had no idea. They had never even heard that the Yuan family had other treasures besides the clan's mysterious weapon.
Everyone doesn’t know, but that doesn’t mean that no one really knows.
Those people's guesses were correct, that fool really knew.
Fools are not real fools. In the past, although the Yuan family was not as bloody as it is today, there was still smoke and war everywhere.
His biological mother was weak, so she died in this war. Giving birth to him was a mistake, a mistake that cost her life.
But when this mistake occurs, the mistake does not want to continue to be a mistake, nor does it want to be erased at will like the biological mother.
In order to survive, he can only become a fool. Because only a fool will not pose any threat to others, because a fool has no way to compete for the position of the head of the family.
It is passed down to direct descendants rather than concubines, and it is passed down to the elders rather than the young. This is the usual practice of those big families. But the Yuan family is different. This is for those who are capable.
He had endured it for a long time, but he was not a proud man of heaven. Even if he kept a low profile and kept a low profile, he was destined to not be able to soar into the sky and become the leader of the Yuan family.
His forbearance was just to survive.
Even when he was in front of the person he respected the most and was the first person in the world to treat him sincerely, he was like this without revealing anything different.
Although, that one seems to have noticed it.
Those who forced their mothers to death were also forced to death by their own lives in this bloody storm. However, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
Because his wife and children are in the hands of those who shake the foundation of the Yuan family.
He knew that if he didn't say anything, his wife and children would suffer unimaginable torture. But he also knew that if he did, his wife and children would die.
He wanted them to live, even if they were tortured to madness, it would be better than death. He really didn't want to lose them.
"There's still time...just wait...wait a little longer."
In the dungeon, a figure with disheveled hair and covered in pus and blood was facing the wall with his back to the prison bars.
The man laughed and scratched a long mark on the wall with his nails, going back and forth.
This dungeon is so hard that even if you scratch it tens of thousands of times a day, you can only make a faint white mark.
The entire wall is criss-crossed with threads. Outsiders cannot see clearly. Only this person knows how many horizontal lines there are on the wall.
There are a total of 1,245 lines, each of which represents a day. It represents his daily suffering.
There was madness in his laughter. But in his heart, he was still clear.
He has no despair. These lines represent the hope in his heart.
Perhaps, this hope will turn into despair in the end. A person who is full of hope will become more desperate as he waits hard.
But there is a kind of person in the world. The more difficult the situation, the more it inspires his obsession with living.
If he were to be buried here like this, he would be unwilling to do so.
He doesn't know whether this waiting will become an empty dream, whether what he is chasing is an illusion, whether it will become a regret in the end.
The regret is that in front of the person I respect the most, I can truly be myself, bow my head and thank my teacher for his kindness.
It's just that this hope turned into thoughts in the end. I only thought about it in my heart, but didn't want that person to really come.
Although he knew that that one was very powerful, he also knew that the enemy was also very powerful and terrifying. All the powerful people in the world did not dare to take action easily.
He was afraid that the arrival of that person would not bring him the result he was waiting for.
Therefore, he didn't want that person to really come. He would rather that person not know about it.
Underneath the crazy laughter, the sound of footsteps was mixed.
As the footsteps got closer, the laughter became even louder.
He knew that when those footsteps sounded, it would be the beginning of today's suffering.
While laughing, this man was thinking of someone in his heart.
"gentlemen......."
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps stopped. Then the flow of fine sand was heard.
A voice sounded slowly.
"You are a student of Chu Cheng's sect and my disciple. Who dares to hurt you or harm you before I disappear from this world?"
"If someone really dares to do this, whether it is Xuan Zhao, Xuan Nirvana, or an immortal existence, I will let him die."
When this sound fell, it was like a symphony of drums and thunder vibrating in that person's mind.
It's swaying and blurry. It's like falling into an unreal dream.
Until, he saw the figure in black robe with white hair.
I saw the face of the person who day and night, I longed for but didn't want him to come.
The man was shaking even more violently, shouting, laughing wildly, all concentrated together.
Finally, the tense heartstrings, the grievances and sorrows that had accumulated for several years were released.
The cry was hysterical. Yuan Shao knelt down, trembling and kowtowed with all his strength.
"gentlemen......"
"Master..."
The white-haired man lowered his head and looked at the people kneeling and crying in front of him. He spoke word by word.
"When you shed tears, the feeling of heartache will be reduced a lot. But this is the last time you cry. I promise here that you will never shed another tear in the future. You will completely be yourself."
"Just watch and see how those who hurt you and harmed you are punished by my master. I will also let you witness with your own eyes what the light of the world is."
As he spoke, the white-haired man covered in black robes burst into flames. To kill evildoers, there is no need to use the method of resisting evil. The evildoers will have their own righteous energy to overpower and eliminate them.
A finger was raised, and hundreds of black threads appeared in the pair of eyes that became as dazzling as the blazing sun, connecting the figures outside.
Another finger flicked, and the string moved. Under a gust of breeze, yellow sand was everywhere.
The wind in the sky is angry, and the tidal waves are rushing into the stars. There are thousands of sounds of stars breaking, setting off huge waves of falling stars, with unstoppable roars, which can shatter the entire world at any time and turn everything into nothing.
, razed to the ground.
The people of the world were shocked. They saw a stream of light in the entire starry sky retreating at a rapid speed, and the whole world was engulfed in a stream of light and sparks, causing the whole world to appear in chaos, as if it was about to be reversed back to before the opening of the Hongmeng.
Then, when everyone in the world looked up, they smelled an earth-shattering righteousness.
In the world, there were two great masters who were laughing and chatting about fishing by the lake. But suddenly, the lake in front of them burst into a dazzling white light, like a fairy mist.
Two more black threads descended from the sky in an instant. When the two first photos looked up in surprise, time was frozen there.
There were two stone sculptures by the lake. When the breeze blew by, they fell into pieces and filled the sky with dust.