The "opportunity" mentioned by King Zhou Yi was the sword that Shen Qian raised and put down at those countless moments.
"If you can be more decisive, although you may not be able to really cut off my foundation, you can at least severely injure me and make me run away today because I am not sure."
King Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you are still like that mediocre sentient being. You didn't have the courage to sink the boat until the end, so you could only pass away with full of regrets."
Shen Qian was silent. Indeed, he had been hesitating.
Because he couldn't decide which moment was the basis for the real change in the fate of King Zhou Yi.
So until the end, the sword in my hand was not cut out.
It is precisely because there is only one opportunity that Shen Qian is extremely cautious. Once he lets King Zhou Yi go today, there will be no second sky-gazing mirror for Shen Qian to squander.
"Shen Qian, give up your resistance. My king's previous promise is still valid. You can leave your life and fly away with your family and lover. Even if the Yuandi is not guaranteed, this universe is so big, where can't you go?" King Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I can erase all cause and effect for you and ensure that you can live a happy life on a hidden planet. What are these conditions?"
When Shen Qian heard this, he suddenly sighed and said, "This condition does sound very tempting. After all, my original dream was just to have a healthy family and a garden villa with three bedrooms... But, King Zhou Yi, I still have one thing that I don't understand.
."
"What's the matter?" King Zhouyi asked.
"After you 'wake up', this scroll of destiny indeed stopped flowing, but why does it still exist?"
Shen Qian raised his head.
King Zhou Yi's expression froze in an imperceptible manner.
"Is there a possibility that you still haven't gotten rid of the suppression of the sky-gazing mirror? Otherwise, why would you tell me so much? You could just pretend to be asleep and take advantage of my unpreparedness to seize my destiny... Yes
Yes, given your ability and character, this is the most logical result."
Shen Qian said softly, "But you didn't do that. Instead, you took the initiative to 'wake up' in front of me. Isn't this a kind of fooling?"
"You want to tell me that I have actually failed. From the surface, it does seem like this... Even if the sky-gazing mirror is still suppressing you, your destiny no longer appears, and I have lost it.
I have failed the chance to cut off your foundation."
"But..."
Shen Qian's voice suddenly changed, and his eyes gradually became sharper, "Maybe there is another possibility. In fact, the sky-peeping mirror has not completely suppressed you from the beginning to the end. After all, you are the King of Zhou Yi, the supreme being of destiny, even if
The artifact jointly created by Bai Emperor and Jiangling King will not make you completely lose yourself."
"Your real 'fooling' is not what you are saying to me at this moment, but the fog you have been creating from the very beginning, when the scroll of destiny was opened."
As Shen Qian spoke, the long sword that transformed into the Heavenly Mirror in his hand also shone brightly.
Before King Zhou Yi, whose expression changed, could say anything, he had already thrust the long sword in his hand into the ground.
Wow!
The surrounding scenes began to shatter, the magnificent palace began to collapse, and the Qin army that invaded the Zhou Dynasty began to be annihilated. As Shen Qian's eyes flashed, he returned to the city from the beginning again.
The tall aliens were walking, and the humans walking on the street corners were groveling, not even daring to raise their heads, for fear of incurring the insults of the aliens.
All the pictures are gray and white, except for Shen Qian himself, everything is the same as it was at the beginning.
He strode forward and soon arrived at the slum where humans gathered.
Bang!
A broken bowl fell at Shen Qian's feet. He followed the sound and saw that in the alleyway on one side, several adults were beating a child.
Pedestrians passed by from time to time, but they just looked at this scene indifferently, no one wanted to interfere.
Shen Qian walked over and watched quietly until a tall man entered the alley, revealed his identity as a Daxia tribe, and drove away the fortune tellers on the street.
The man knelt down and pulled the child up. He looked at the child and then frowned, "Born with bones, this ominous person...can't let you live!"
As he spoke, the man raised his palm, as if he wanted to directly end the child's life.
At this time, the child woke up from the coma and opened his eyes. Those eyes, which were much brighter than those of ordinary children, were full of confusion and fear.
The man's movements froze. After hesitating for a long time, he finally put down his hand and sighed, "That's okay, you can follow me from now on, but you may lose your freedom... But at least I can guarantee that you will have enough to eat.
There are winter clothes to wear."
"My name is Yu, Yu from the Daxia tribe."
The man took the child's hand and took him back to the Daxia tribe.
He hid the child in his house, and besides strictly forbidding him from going out, he took good care of him.
He taught the other party how to read and took the children to practice martial arts. At the children's request, he would visit all the markets of the human race to search for all kinds of books for the children to relieve their boredom.
As time went by, the man had long forgotten the uneasiness he felt when he first saw the child. He regarded the child as his own, but he didn't know that every time the child lowered his head, there was something in his eyes.
, only indifference and disgust.
For a child, none of the thousands of things the man in front of him has done is as profound as the hand that was only a few centimeters away from his forehead when they first met and almost took his life.
He longs to see the colorful world, and he hates the feeling of being dominated by others.
When Dayu brought back more and more books, even though Dayu never told the children any knowledge about "Tao" as a precaution, the children still figured out their own "Tao" with their unimaginable talents.
"Tao".
Yes, King Zhou Yi's promotion path is different from that of any normal warrior. On the surface, he does not seem to have any cultivation, but he has already begun to quietly communicate with the "Daohai" while others are still practicing.
This is the magic of fate, he can even fool his own cultivation.
In Dao Hai's eyes, children are already at the pinnacle of martial arts and can undertake the projection of the avenue without any obstacles.
As the human race migrated to Yuandi, children passing by the Yellow River hid at the bottom of the carriage, but their small eyes radiated bright light.
No one knows that at just ten years old, he has already reached the terrifying realm of mountains and seas.
Boom!
When the Yellow River burst its banks, the first tribe to be submerged were those who migrated from the "Yangcheng".
And Yangcheng is where the children met Dayu.
Amidst the flooding and the loss of life, Dayu stepped forward and led countless strong human beings to quell the flood.
But when Dayu, who was seriously injured in a confrontation with a water beast one night, returned to his house, he found that King Zhou Yi, who had grown into a young man, had been waiting for him for a long time. p>
Countless mysterious symbols were carved into the house, as if a mouth was opening wide, trying to choose someone to devour.
Just when the stunned Dayu showed a relieved and self-deprecating expression, the long sword in Shen Qian's hand finally came out, but this sword did not stab at the child, but seemed to pierce the phantom of time and space.
Stab back into that alley.
Gua!
Accompanied by a strange cry, the long sword in Shen Qian's hand stopped abruptly, and black blood gurgled down. At the end of the long sword, there was a black crow with its body pierced.
All the scenes were shattered again, and the black crow transformed into a figure that resembled a lake. He looked at the long sword fixed on his body in disbelief, as if he never expected that this sword would actually hit here.
"You...how did you find out where my true identity is?"
The figure in Mohu gradually became clearer, and he clearly looked like King Zhou Yi in his youth.
"Because of the color."
Shen Qian smiled calmly, "When I was introduced to the Fate Scroll for the first time, I noticed something was wrong with the crow. Although it was black and gray at first glance, it had some weird agility."
"Since you have been misleading my senses, there will always be some flaws left. This black crow that appeared at the beginning is undoubtedly your flaw."
Shen Qian said and sighed, "You want me to bring you into your tragic fate. Even if you only empathize with me, it will make it difficult for me to do it... But the truth has never been like this. Maybe you were really ostracized when you were young, but
Everything after that is your own choice."
The destiny picture scroll shown for the second time is the true past of King Zhou Yi, but where Shen Qian's sword thrust is still crucial, and there is a second "misleading" in it.
If Shen Qian stabbed the young man in the room with his long sword, he might be able to damage King Zhou Yi's foundation, but it would be impossible to cut off his fate with one sword.
So Shen Qian finally chose to believe that when the Peeping Mirror moved for the first time, the fate of stealing Dayu was not the turning point in King Zhou Yi's life, that encounter was.
Peeping Mirror took Shen Qian to the right place from the beginning, and everything after that was just unnecessary interference.
The butterfly effect always begins with the first flapping of wings.
At this time, as the true body of King Zhou Yi hidden in the scroll of destiny appeared, it also meant that... Shen Qian's bet was right.
Boom!
Everything began to collapse, and in the blink of an eye Shen Qian and King Zhou Yi returned to the second floor of the Vientiane Tower.
Only this time, the one hundred and eight chains that bound Shen Qian had disappeared without a trace. On the opposite side, Gu Donglai, who had been pierced by the sky-gazing mirror, had undergone strange changes.
His face kept twisting, sometimes transforming into Ling Tianhou, sometimes transforming into various appearances that Shen Qian didn't recognize, and behind Gu Donglai, a long shadow was pulled out on the ground, and the shadow was also covered by a long
The sword penetrated, and Ju was hunched over and writhing in pain.
……
At the same time, thousands of miles away, on the top of a snow-capped mountain, a young man in cloth was sitting cross-legged. He lowered his head in confusion and looked at the crack that quietly appeared on his body.
Dazzling white light emitted from the crack, and no matter how much he exerted his power, he could not heal it.
The sky-gazing mirror pierced the intersection of King Zhou Yi's fate. Even if his true body is not in the Vientiane Tower, it is equivalent to cutting off his "Tao".
Feeling his own state of collapse, King Zhou Yi slowly raised his head and suddenly laughed.
"What I want is actually not the 'fire' in that boy, but his ignorant and enviable life..."
After a long time, King Zhou Yi stopped laughing and murmured.
He has stolen the lives of countless people, but there has never been anyone like Shen Qian who could let countless people from ancient times to modern times lay the groundwork for him and willingly pave the way for him.
This has nothing to do with final strength, but only with the fate of being stared at and warmed by countless people.
The vitality of King Zhou Yi also began to dissipate.
Although Shen Qian only cut off his "Tao", it also cut off his life span. He has survived for tens of thousands of years. Once he loses the support of "Tao", he will instantly turn into a withered skeleton. p>
In fact, he does not need to die. He has an incarnation that has already severed all connections to deal with the situation.
But King Zhou Yi suddenly felt so excited that he did nothing. He just stared blankly in the direction of the foot of the mountain, letting his body rot little by little.