Dugu Changkong stared deeply at Chen Qingyuan and said meaningfully.
"Have you really decided?"
Chen Qingyuan clasped his hands tightly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
"I've lived for so long, it's time to atone for my sins. I hope that after I die, I can see the ancestors of the Qing Sect."
About to go to the Demon Abyss, Dugu Changkong didn't feel any panic or fear in his heart. Instead, he was very calm and clear-minded.
If it weren't for the purpose of leaving hope and laying a foundation for Qingzong, Dugu Changkong would have no longer wanted to live in this world.
Living is a kind of torture for him.
"Disciple...understood."
Chen Qingyuan saw the determined look in the old man's eyes, said nothing more, and bowed again.
"Everyone is mortal, so don't be sad."
Dugu Changkong showed a kind smile, and the room was filled with the fragrance of tea and mist.
Naturally, Wu Junyan also knew about the Moyuan matter.
When he learned that his master was going to the Demon Abyss, Wu Junyan was in a very low mood, even more reluctant than Chen Qingyuan and others. After all, his skills were all taught by his master, and he had deep feelings.
These days, Wu Junyan rarely practiced spiritual practice and stayed with the old man all the time, pouring him tea and water, spending time together in silence.
The old man understood Wu Junyan's reluctance to give up, so he did not urge him to practice. He just enjoyed this short time between master and disciple, which would never happen again.
"The great pessimistic old immortal is about to pass away."
One day, a piece of news spread to every corner of the empire, causing quite a stir.
One of the thirty-six sects of the Imperial State, it is located in the Weidu Star Region, not very far from the Qing Sect.
"Ancestor, this is an invitation to great pessimism."
An elder came quickly, holding a jade slip in his hand.
Outside the Qingzong's mountain gate, several pessimistic core elders were waiting, the sadness on their faces difficult to hide. Obviously, the death of the old immortal is a fact that cannot be undone.
"I didn't expect this guy to be one step ahead of me."
Dugu Changkong took the jade slip, a flash of spiritual thought penetrated into the jade slip, and saw Lao Immortal's personal invitation.
With only a few days left to live, the pessimistic old man wanted to have a cup of tea with Dugu Changkong and chat for a while.
"Old man, be careful of fraud."
Chen Qingyuan stood on one side and said worriedly.
"No." Dugu Changkong said: "If each sect wants to work together to deal with Lao Chan, a few people have to die. Now that the Demon Abyss is in chaos, they can't even come in time to beg me, so how can they set up an ambush."
"Anyway, I don't believe in those ancient religions in the Holy Land." Chen Qingyuan didn't like the many forces in the empire and said coldly: "If I stand above the Nine Heavens in the future, I will make those ancient religions pay the price."
"What we do in the future is a matter for you young people. Now, I'd better go to the Great Pessimism!"
Dugu Changkong stood up slowly. His body was old and he looked very weak. He could not walk a few steps.
An old acquaintance is about to pass away. No matter whether he was a friend or an enemy in the past, he must give him a ride.
Moreover, the content of the invitation slip was very sincere, and it was addressed to Brother Dugu, for fear that inappropriate words would make Dugu Changkong unhappy.
"You two boys, do you want to take a walk?"
Dugu Changkong turned his attention to Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan.
"Go for it!"
Chen Qingyuan nodded.
Familiarize yourself with the pessimistic route first, so that you won’t get lost when collecting accounts in the future.
This is what Chen Qingyuan thinks in his heart.
"Um."
Wu Junyan was wearing a plain gown. His thoughts were very simple, just to spend more time with Master.
"Come on, let's go out and get some air."
Dugu Changkong waved his sleeve, rolled up Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and disappeared.
Outside the mountain gate, a cold voice reached the ears of several pessimistic elders: "I have passed away, I won't wait for you."
After several elders heard this, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, fearful and frightened.
The Great Pessimism is located on the top of a fairy mountain, surrounded by mountains, shrouded in fairy mist, and inhabited by hundreds of beasts.
This place is full of magical flavor. Sometimes there are thousands of birds walking together and chirping crisply; sometimes there are cranes flying through the sea of clouds, leaving behind many afterimages.
An ancient temple stands on the top of a mountain, as if it is level with the sky. A huge golden needle is inserted at the top of the Taoist temple, which attracts the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to converge. The glow covers a large area, making the entire ancient temple shine.
"I've met Senior Dugu."
With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, all the senior officials of Great Pessimism showed up and showed great respect.
"No gift."
Dugu Changkong looked indifferent.
"The old guy hasn't died yet!"
In front of everyone, Dugu Changkong spoke frankly.
"Ancestor still has breath, please come in, senior."
The pessimistic Holy Lord did not dare to show the slightest anger, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" salute.
"These two old juniors came with me and troubled your noble clan to give them a place to stay."
Dugu Changkong said.
"Senior, don't worry."
Great Pessimism has arranged special people to entertain Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan, and they will not neglect them.
The two of them have the special mark of Dugu Changkong on their bodies. Once they encounter danger, they activate the mark to protect them.
There is a green mountain with a cave halfway up the mountain.
Looking from the outside, the cave is dark, dark and cold, and looking at it for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable.
Ancestor Dabei lives in seclusion in a cave, and his time has come.
"Whoosh"
Dugu Changkong came by the wind and walked directly into the cave.
Sensing the aura of an old acquaintance, Ancestor Dabei lifted the many restrictions, set out tea, and waited quietly.
At the end of the cave, hundreds of spiritual beads were suspended in the air, dispelling the darkness and illuminating every corner of the cave.
"sit."
The old immortal has lived for nearly 30,000 years and is the pillar of great pessimism. He went to Ziyun Mountain before, rode a green bull, and witnessed the scene of Chang Geng Sword Immortal fighting the will of heaven again, and he was deeply moved.
"It seems you really don't have a few days to live."
Arriving at the cave, Dugu Changkong took a look at Lao Bu Shei. His body was thin, his skin was darkened with countless black spots, and there was no trace of blood in his body. The flesh on his face was tightly attached to the bones, and his eye sockets were sunken, like a mummy.
Looks scary.
"Ahem...I finally lost to this thief!"
The old man's voice was weak when he spoke, and he couldn't stop coughing. He used the vast power of his body to forcibly delay his life for a few days and meet his old friends.
"No matter how magnificent the characters in the ancient books are, they have all reached this point. The power of time is the real immortality. We are all passers-by and will eventually become a speck of dust in the long river of time, inconspicuous."
Dugu Changkong sat down, looked at Lao Pusheng and said with emotion.
"You and I have known each other for so many years, but it seems that we have never sat down to drink tea or taste a bar!"
I am about to die, and there are not many things I want to do. One of the things I want to do is to sit across from Dugu Changkong and drink tea.
"This is the Baiyundao tea that I have treasured for many years. You... have a taste."
The old man pointed to the fragrant tea on the table and said in a hoarse voice.