The rain kept falling, like a curtain hanging outside the window of the small bamboo house.
If you look closely, it looks like thousands of silver threads, woven into a rain curtain along with the cool breeze.
Inside the small bamboo house, there is Gu Qingying sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing meditation.
The boundless magical power is constantly derived from her.
But no matter how rampant this evil power is, it will only appear in this house.
Under Gu Qingying's control, they turned into streams of pure power.
No matter how much time passes, this power still exists.
Until finally, they will turn into runes, and then evolve into scriptures.
This is the True Demon Immortal Sutra.
Gu Qingying is deducing her method and trying to implement her way.
She followed her instincts and constantly absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
Because of Gu Qingyang, she wanted to become stronger than ever at this moment.
It is true that the current Gu Qingyang is indeed much more tyrannical than her.
But now, she has learned to see things in the future.
Therefore, she knew very well that if Gu Qingyang could not break the status quo.
Then, it won't be long before Gu Qingyang can only choose to live in seclusion.
The world is complex.
This is because of the human heart.
This world is simple.
Because the weak eat the strong.
Gu Qingying knew very well that for people like Gu Qingyang, even if they were allowed to live an ordinary life in peace.
This is a great torture. That's why she can't wait to become stronger. Because only in this way can she protect him well.
She was willing to cry with him.
I would rather laugh with him.
Maybe it was more than six years ago, maybe it was the moment she was born. She felt that it was worth living only for him in her life.
However, her current urgent mentality is not of much benefit to her practice. Time is passing, but she is not growing rapidly.
But she didn't give up.
She is always trying.
She wants to find a faster and more effective way to grow crazily and become stronger. Although she is still far from successful.
"Rumble--"
I don't know when, there was a sound of thunder outside the window, which sounded particularly harsh. Gu Qingying was also completely awakened at that moment.
She opened her eyes with red eyes, got out of bed and went to the window, looked at the rain outside the window, and stood there for a long time without saying a word.
Gradually, she could no longer tell whether what appeared in front of her was the fog brought by the rain curtain, or the fog derived from her eyes.
"Brother, I don't like the rain anymore."
Thunder rumbled and rain rustled.
Feeling the smell that can only be emitted by the blending of rain and soil, Gu Qingying finally couldn't help it anymore.
She closed her eyes, letting the hot feeling appear on her cheeks, and letting that feeling disappear in a flash.
She murmured to herself.
At this moment, she could no longer tell whether this was what she really meant or whether it was something she said against her will. But it didn't seem to matter anymore.
But in countless moments, whenever that feeling of extreme sadness stung her heart, she would remember the real answer.
Yes, it's not that she doesn't like rain.
She just doesn't like rainy days.
If only it could be another day.
But, in this world, there is never anything like if, if, if.
And when Gu Qingying opened her eyes again, she was looking at the figure in the distance.
Black clothes and black hair, as rich as jade.
This is the current Gu Qingyang. It is the feeling that Gu Qingyang has after undergoing transformation, which can only be seen at a glance.
At this moment, Gu Qingyang was also trying to practice, trying to find a new path, to find a path that suited him.
However, he did not succeed.
He meditated in the rain and tried countless times. In the end, he only learned how to activate the power of the tribulation.
Moreover, he can also feel that the destiny sin pattern in his body is not peaceful. Since it was derived, it has never been peaceful.
It was corroding Gu Qingyang's body all the time. Even though Gu Qingyang's body had been refined into an iron armor by himself.
It still hasn't let go of Gu Qingyang.
As time goes by, Gu Qingyang can feel that his power is passing by at an extraordinary speed.
However, the God-Swallowing Ancient Demon Sutra and the Ancient God Immortal Sutra have been deduced by him and are playing the role they should play.
Therefore, although Gu Qingyang's power has been passing away, his body is also slowly heading toward decline and destruction.
However, Gu Qingyang was still fighting against everything he was suffering, the so-called fate, and the way of heaven in the way he chose.
"This world has forgotten me."
"It forgot I existed."
"It forgets the source of fear."
"But, since Dahuang Monument still remembers me."
"Since there is still an emperor in this world."
"Then I will still be the same person as before."
"There is nothing wrong with sinful blood."
"The Sinful Blood Emperor——"
…
As his practice progressed, Gu Qingyang could feel that although his strength had never increased at all.
But his state of mind became increasingly peaceful and natural. It was as if he had been blessed by some kind of power invisibly.
It's just that this kind of power is more hidden than other powers and cannot be easily noticed by others.
Gradually, Gu Qingyang also remembered his past life experiences, as well as his current life experiences.
He thought of the Bone Imperial City, his Imperial Crown, and his Bone Throne.
Gods, demons, mortals.
As he thought about it, he couldn't help but ask about his true feelings again. In fact, he was just asking himself what he really wanted.
And the answer he got was a strange scene. The scene was nothingness, and the nothingness was full of darkness.
But in the darkness, there are still rays of white light.
Such a scene made him feel confused. But secretly, he felt that this was normal.
It's okay to see this kind of situation once and accept it peacefully.
But later on, every time he tried, he would see it again.
In the end, he couldn't help but ask himself what this scene meant.
Or, was what he saw another way of killing someone?
"Heaven has always controlled all living beings."
"Heaven has also been deceiving all sentient beings."
"Therefore, when I was reborn, I thought of three words."
"Destiny, dominion, fraud."
"This is the true face of heaven, but if I say it, who will believe it?"
"All living beings are full of awe and fear towards Heaven."
"Perhaps, for them, the sky is the source of their fear."
"But when the sky faces me, I am the source of its fear."
"Hahahaha——"
"It's true that things in this world are unpredictable."
"But it's not the only enemy I have."
…
As time goes by, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is surging towards Gu Qingyang at an increasingly terrifying speed.
I am afraid that even Gu Qingyang himself has never thought that at this moment, he, who is no longer able to practice, is actually refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at such a speed.
And when he thought about it again, a later thought emerged in his mind.
He also felt that before his eyes, there was no longer a void filled with light and darkness.
All of this was replaced by one face after another and one figure after another.
Among them were the old man Tianzhi and people from the Hanging Coffin Ancient Sect.
Among them, there are people who destroyed the forces of the Gu family, and there are also people he may encounter in the future.
As for these people, he only knows two words: enemies.
"How should I face it?"
“How do I do it?”
"Is it really a dead end if I can't practice cultivation?"
"Is it really impossible to create miracles?"
"I shouldn't be a loser, right?"
…
Gu Qingyang kept asking himself questions.
Questions slowly emerged from his mind.
And soon, he will find his answers to those questions again.
Time is passing.
He is also enlightened.
Until later, when the word miracle came to his mind.
He felt as if something suddenly flashed through his mind.
"The Sutra of Tai Cang Ku Rong."
Finally, Gu Qingyang caught the light.
He opened his eyes and the practice was over.
The spiritual energy disperses.
His cultivation level has not increased by half.
However, his eyes have become determined.
Because he found the answer.
Yes, it’s not like he has never created miracles before.
Once upon a time, he created everything now with the help of the law he created.
So, he raised his head and looked towards the sky.
That expression didn't look like he was looking at an opponent, a mortal enemy.
At this moment, he looked at the sky, more like looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
"I used to worry about gains and losses."
"In the end, it's all about loss."
"Now I have nothing."
"Let's see it together."
"Let's see who can survive to the end."
…
As Gu Qingyang murmured his thoughts to himself.
The rain curtain falling from the sky suddenly stopped.
"Rumble--"
A moment later, with the sound of thunder, a curtain of rain appeared.
But Gu Qingyang no longer sat cross-legged or put on a very formal look.
He just sat on the stone, looking very casual, and then stared at the ordinary weeds on the ground.
What he said means very simply.
He used to cherish everything he had gained through hard work in this life. For this reason, he did not dare to practice the Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra.
He felt that such magical powers could not be practiced with such a weak body. Even if he tried, he would fail and die.
But now, he has nothing.
He has shackles and lost his opportunity.
What else does he have?
He has nothing left.
In this case, why not try to practice Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra, try to practice the most powerful technique he has ever created in his life?