As soon as he stepped into the Star Tomb, Wei Yang felt that his hands were empty. He was filled with tension in his heart and was about to smile slightly. It seemed that he had really taken it for granted. There must be something mysterious about this Star Tomb. Isn't it beyond his control?
Control what you do?
Originally, Wei Yang planned to use the power of his racial bloodline to surround Mengyaoqin in order to deceive the teleportation formation of the Star Tomb, thus making Mengyaoqin follow him.
But at this moment, Wei Yang also knew that this was impossible. Even his disciples were afraid that they would not be able to meet him. Everyone might be in such an independent space.
There is darkness all around, but for Wei Yang, this kind of darkness is not darkness at all. Compared with the underworld Nether Realm, this kind of darkness can only be regarded as the dark starry sky, and even the five turbid auras are filled with it.
Not even as much space.
Step by step forward, the substantial dark energy was like the bumpy ground, each step deeper and shallower, reminding Wei Yang that the road he had traveled in his life was also so bumpy.
Being in such a dark space, Wei Yang didn't feel panic at all. Instead, he couldn't help but recall the years since he traveled through Pangu Continent step by step.
There are sorrows and joys, injuries and pains. Although the journey along the way seems calm and waveless, under the calm and waveless sea, there are turbulent undercurrents. Cultivation, going against the will of nature, is also in line with it.
What you do.
Going against the will of heaven is almost like fighting for life, racing against time, competing with life, what is this if not going against the will of heaven? Following the way of heaven, the way of the road is nothing more than the rules. As long as you follow the rules of each world, fighting for life is also smooth.
It’s just what God does.
Rules, what are rules? With every step forward, Wei Yang began to examine himself, realizing the ultimate true knowledge in his heart, and wanted to ask his heart, what is it that he wants in this life? What is it like?
The rules are the definition that restricts him.
Rules, for everyone who is practicing cultivation, the strong is the rule. The weak and the strong are the most correct rules in the cultivation process.
As long as you are strong enough, you can change the rules. As long as you are strong enough, standing at the top of the pyramid, you can make new rules. As long as you are strong enough, you can control the rules of a world and set new rules.
The rules you specify are the same even for the great road.
There are great roads in the Pangu world, and there are great roads in the star realm outside Pangu. Whether it is the Jiutang world or the Tao world, they all have their own great roads. However, in Wei Yang's eyes, these great roads still depend on the strongest person.
The rules set by the strong, whether they are good or evil, are the Great Way.
Once upon a time, Wei Yang thought the same way. As long as he was strong enough, he could make rules and that would be the great way. However, with each step he took, this truth seemed to have collapsed in Wei Yang's heart.
Being strong enough is really the rule? What you do is the right way? As a weak member, Zeng Jin also looks up to the sky, hoping that the way is fair and just, and can tolerate weak people like them and not be
Bullied by those in power? Not treated as ants by those in power? Not treated as pawns by those in power?
And when one day they reached the pinnacle of the Golden Pagoda and took control of the avenue of the world, weren't they going in the direction they hated most? The avenue? What exactly is the avenue?
Step by step, getting slower and slower, as Wei Yang became more and more confused, the will faintly exuding in the darkness began to surround Wei Yang's body, and even a faint voice told him in his ears: The great road is nothing more than
Just break it with one punch? Anyone who doesn't respect him will be killed, and anyone who hates him will be killed. Only by doing this can he achieve the great road in his heart.
Yes, this avenue was exactly what he had in mind after he set foot in the world of Jiutang. It was precisely because of this desire to kill that he watched in cold blood, watching the battles between the creatures, watching the fall of the gods, and watching the death of the gods.
The quarrels among the retinues.
In Pangu Continent, Wei Yang was also fighting. He had to be on guard against the schemes of the superiors at all times. He was not fighting against the gods and Buddhas in the sky at all times, but at that time Wei Yang fought happily.
The calculation is easy and the killing is guilt-free.
Now, it seems that he is no different from those gods and Buddhas. Even Zhunti and Randen, whom he regards as the most abhorrent, are the same as he is now, with the same indifference, the same ruthlessness, and the same selfishness.
It seems that the most important thing is for relatives and friends, but it is not the case that the blood of others has been used to create the peace of relatives and friends. How is this different from the gods and Buddhas in the sky? Isn't it the same that they are all fighting for profits for their own relatives, friends and disciples? Maybe
This is the avenue.
And just when Wei Yang seemed to agree with this truth, another voice told Wei Yang: This is wrong. The strong must have the responsibility of the strong, and this heavy responsibility is to benefit the people of the world.
Even if you cannot benefit the world, you must still be worthy of your heart, follow an upright path, and be willing to sacrifice your own path. In this way, you will be worthy of this life.
But Wei Yang found it funny that he had to sacrifice himself for the benefit of the people in the world. Who can be so selfless? Even Mu Yao, who practices ruthlessness, cannot do this. Unless that person is ruthless.
Dear, ruthless, without love, without hatred, but is there such a person? No?
'boom'
Just as Wei Yangyang was walking in the darkness, with his heart spinning, a roaring sound suddenly came from the front, and he saw a skeleton covered in blood in front of him. Standing not far in front, holding a broad sword in his hand
, looked at the sky coldly, as if he would rather die than bend down.
He took a few steps forward and came around the skeleton. Before Wei Yang could make any move, the skeleton in front of him suddenly moved. No, to be precise, it should be a scene that appeared in Wei Yang's mind.
A man in a bloody battle robe, holding a broad sword in his hand, looked coldly at the primitive man with a ferocious ghost face in front of him, wearing animal skins, riding a huge alien beast, and fiercely
Swinging a sword.
A sword, like a streak of blood, quickly killed the group of primitive people. Following closely behind, countless primitive people rushed in crazily. In their eyes, there seemed to be no other emotions, only a thick
Hatred, that is sworn hatred, hatred in the land of life and death, hatred that cannot be resolved.
"kill."
I don't know how many swords passed by, but those primitive people were still coming in a surging force. People kept dying, and people kept coming to kill them. There seemed to be no end.
Killing, this is completely a one-man show of killing. The man in the bloody robe seemed unwilling to fight like this, but he still persisted. Even Wei Yang was curious about what it was, or what it was.
What kind of person is he? What makes him have such a firm belief that supports him to kill so ruthlessly.
