The white ash is like snow, blown by the breeze when Liansheng walks, and suddenly flies up and down...these ash is not the white ash left by the saint after his death, it is just the most common dust, the dust is very thick. I don't know how many years it has been there.
, I don’t know how many years I haven’t been here...
But Liansheng knew that there had always been people living in the cave, and the reason why no one had ever come here was because the people who had lived here did not want to come, were unwilling to come, and were even reluctant to come and did not dare to come.
Because under the dust, there is a dust-covered jar, and there are also ashes in the jar, human ashes...
But there was no seal on the jar, and no names were written on it. Because the thin paper was not enough to carry their names, and the fragile jar was not enough to engrave their names. Therefore, those names were deeply engraved on the immortal stone.
On the solid rock, on the last stone wall.
Names are really just names, without sects and origins, without the glorious achievements and achievements of their proud lives, but they do not need to use any brilliant achievements to express their lives, because their names, their wishes and ideals
, is enough to represent all of them.
"Cui Haoran, hereby swear to destroy the gods!"
"The sword travels north, swearing to destroy the gods!"
"Ruan Ji, swear to destroy the gods!"
Each name, each simple sentence, is a sword mark, an eternal breath, and a common wish.
Liansheng looked at the carvings quietly, felt the breath, and could not help but have such a picture in his mind. Countless years ago, a certain saint who made great determination decided to spend his ten thousand years life.
Tied to this ambition, before he pulled it out from his waist, he chopped off the stone fragments with the unyielding spirit in his chest, leaving a line of words.
Thousands of years passed, and tens of thousands of years later, new saints continued to inherit the mantle of the former, and new ones came here holding the ashes of the old ones, and then with the same unyielding spirit in their hearts, they imitated the predecessors and left their own legacy again.
name, establish that common ambition...
Then, countless thousands and tens of thousands of years passed, and the arrogant and powerful men died one by one, leaving only the white ashes of the altar in front of them, sealed by the dust in the years...
But although they are dead, they are still alive. Because here, there are their names. Their names are engraved on the immortal stones, but Liansheng feels that their existence is more like stones than stones;
The stones that stand between heaven and earth, piercing the sky with their sharp edges. Those sharp edges pierced the sky, the light, and Liansheng's heart.
Liansheng suddenly laughed again. His laughter was sad, weak, and extremely crazy.
In laughter, he once again saw the white ashes that Master Kong Ji turned into when he passed away thousands of years ago. He saw the white ashes left when he transformed into a demon and killed saints one after another. He saw him becoming light and walking in the purification of time.
The white ash left behind in the darkness. He saw the face of the great priest Tianyu who told him that this is the light and that people must return to the light, with a face that was fearless but clearly concealed uneasiness.
Yes, he saw it, and he saw it clearly. The Great Priest of Heaven is also uneasy, because even the Great Priest of Heaven believes in the existence of heaven, but he is actually afraid of returning to heaven and the light. Because no matter the so-called priest or the
Saints or devils will eventually turn into ashes.
Then, he thought of the disdainful words a certain hateful young man said when he was collecting firewood to roast wolf meat, and the extremely conceited words the stupid young man said when he practiced hard for thirty years and entered the real martial arts.
"The so-called cultivation only lies in the practice itself?"
"Hahahaha, but who in the world knows what cultivation itself is? It's fake! It's all fucking fake, this world is fake, cultivation is fake, the magic of Tiandaoyuan is fake, and the light is fake, too.
Only white ash is real
"Yes!" Liansheng was as crazy as a demon. He laughed loudly and smashed the stone wall with one palm, breaking through the formation and breaking out of the mountain. Then he laughed wildly while looking at the flowers, grass and trees, and laughed wildly at the full spiritual energy between the sky and the earth. He looked at the top of his head.
That clear sky laughed wildly!
The wind blowing leisurely on the mountainside seems to be the breath of heaven and earth. The trees and green grass sway gently in the sun, purifying the turbid air and making it fresher. It is the breath of plants. Master Liansheng's body
The powerful breath resonates and interweaves with the spiritual power between heaven and earth. It is the breath of the strong and the breath of spiritual power.
However, Liansheng now wants to suffocate and stop all breathing. However, he is simply unable to do this, or even if he can do it, what can he do?
"Hahaha, the so-called practice is so meaningless! But people in this world can't wait to start practicing as soon as they learn to walk!" Master Liansheng said helplessly and mockingly, and then left the mountain...
What is the essence of spiritual practice? What does it have to do with heaven and earth? Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this is not a question worth the slightest. Because the world only thinks about the benefits that can be brought after successful practice, but never
Think about the nature of the problem. Maybe some saints have thought about this problem in boredom, but this problem is too complicated and difficult to understand, so the saints just thought about it for a moment, and then they felt it was a bit boring and too difficult, so they chose
give up.
But Liansheng was different. He knew everything and was very patient. So he figured out the problem.
The so-called practice is the breathing of spiritual power... It is like the breathing of plants. The breathing of plants can freshen the turbid air and allow people to survive better. The breathing of practitioners is helping to purify spiritual power.
.
From the initial awakening of the warrior's martial soul to the opening of the spiritual sea and the mutual communication between the spiritual sea in the body and the outside world, the warrior began to breathe this kind of spiritual power. Countless warriors gradually became stronger because of this breathing, and at the same time they also became stronger.
Using various so-called cultivation techniques, the spiritual power in the entire world will be refined to become purer and more powerful...
But the crux of the problem is that the breathing of spiritual energy has been maintained for at least 40,000 years, but the spiritual energy in the continent has not been much purer, nor has it become much stronger. In the thousands of years that Master Liansheng has lived, it has not become much stronger.
There is no sign that the spiritual energy in the mainland is getting purer.
So, where has the purer and more powerful spiritual energy in heaven and earth gone?
Master Liansheng took a sad look at the trees around him. He thought, there are countless flowers, plants and trees in the mainland, which make the air fresher, but in fact, why is the air always so turbid?
Liansheng greedily took a breath of fresh air, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and got the answer in his heart.
Yes, because there are people on the continent. People breathe fresh air and then exhale turbid air. So even if there are many trees in the world, there are also many people and animals in the world. Therefore, the air is always turbid. So the four human races
Where has the pure spiritual power generated through thousands of years of cultivation gone?
Liansheng looked up at the sky and knew the answer in his heart again, because he knew that there was a god in the sky... The answer was so straightforward and simple. The simplicity made Master Liansheng unable to laugh, so he thought of roasting wolf meat.
The question, “God is not a human being, so why does God love the world?”
Master Liansheng once thought about this question seriously, and even panicked about it. But now he has a clearer answer in his mind.
Of course God loves the world! This is just like people caring for trees and flowers. Because trees and vegetation can purify the air and are beneficial to mankind. This is just like a shepherd loving cattle and sheep, because the cattle and sheep are growing fat, and they will give
The shepherds bring benefits and allow the shepherds to live a better life...
At the same time, God can also ignore the world, just like an unhappy little girl one day broke the flower pot in front of her window because she was angry. Maybe the reason why she was angry was not because of the beautiful flower that annoyed her.
I killed her, but she was angry, so if she wanted to throw the flowerpot, she could throw the flowerpot.
This is like a certain year in the murals. Even if all the people worship the gods on the highest mountains, worship the sky with the most solemn ceremony and the most pious heart, the sky can still rain down the wrath, rain down the fire from the sky, and destroy all things.
Lives were destroyed.
Master Liansheng thought silently and feebly. His figure passed through the vast mountains and saw the secular world, the heaven and the earth, and everything. He saw an old scalper who had worked hard all his life, facing death.
The tears shed by the shimmering butcher knife reminded me of the sorrow expressed by Master Kongji and even countless saints during their lifetime of cultivation when the end came and they were about to turn into white ashes.
Yes, the powerless old scalper is no longer useful, so he should kill and eat the meat. The saint’s thousands of years of practice have finally tempered his ordinary body into a great tonic in the world, so he should also dedicate it to the light and dedication.
Give it to the gods.
As for those ordinary people who have not become saints, they should be lucky, because the spiritual sea in their bodies is too weak, and their bodies are not pure enough to be qualified as tonics. Therefore, the light disdains to favor them and allows their bodies to
The world is rotting and slowly returning to heaven and earth. However, the powerful saints can only be swallowed into dregs, not even their bones can be left behind, and they directly turn into white ash...
As for the so-called martial arts of the human race, people rely on them to survive, make them strong, and even conquer the continent. Liansheng didn't know what it meant before, but when he saw the farmer holding the reins and using a scalper to
When plowing the fields, the shepherd waved his whip and drove the sheep into the sheepfold, Liansheng figured it out.
The martial spirit is the reins, the waving whip, the fences that trap the sheep, the shackles given to the human race by the gods above...
Correspondingly, Tiandaoyuan is just the leader among the sheep, leading thousands of docile sheep into the sheepfold. And the so-called strong men in the northwest region who vowed to destroy gods are just among the sheep.
A few stubborn and ignorant goats.
"Wrong! They are all wrong! The Tiandaoyuan is wrong, and the Saints of the Northwest Territory are also wrong! It was wrong from the beginning, from the moment the human race gave up practicing the difficult physical skills and began to practice the martial arts given by the gods.
The human race has already entered the cage!"
Time is really powerful and cruel. It can make people forget many things, change many things, change people's thoughts, and then change the whole world.
Assume that a person can have unlimited time, and have enough perseverance and patience. Then no matter whether this person is strong or weak, whether he is a mortal, a saint or a god, he will have an ability to almost dominate the world and be omnipotent.
Liansheng is not a god, and he does not have unlimited time. But he has enough time and enough patience, so he spent hundreds of years waiting for the saint from the northwest region to appear. He spent more than 1,300 years to do it for himself.
Tailor-made a female saint, created for herself the love she wanted...
But the gods, who have almost unlimited time, have used thousands of years to destroy all races, thousands of years to erase the physical skills and magic of the previous civilization, and thousands of years to create martial arts, establish methods of cultivation, and let human beings possess martial arts.
, practice tirelessly.
Therefore, the great protoss who are high above and only exist in the legendary divine court created a world for themselves to serve the protoss, turning the earth under their feet into a prison...