The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Time, this ruthless sculptor, carves everything in the world with its unique rhythm.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years of time passed by quietly like a white horse passing by.

This is not just an accumulation of numbers, but also a testimony to the change of generations and the rise and fall of civilizations.

And when the dawn of this day, which was remembered by history as the "critical day", first appeared, it seemed to carry a certain fatalistic meaning, heralding that a new round of changes and challenges was about to begin.

Looking back, the scene of the last critical day seems to be still vivid in my mind.

Those thrilling moments of the war between the two races and those stories about courage and sacrifice seem to have happened just yesterday.

In fact, they have been buried by the dust of thousands of years and turned into a few lines of text in history books for future generations to pay tribute to.

At this moment, Li Qing was sitting in his quiet training room, surrounded by a faint spiritual energy. His eyes seemed particularly deep through the mist of time.

The shadow bracelet in his hand is not only a precious magic weapon, but also a bridge connecting the top powerhouses in the human and demon worlds.

At this moment, the bracelet was flashing a faint light, conveying messages from all parties.

The voices of the fifth-rank demon lord and the human race's deity crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and gathered in the bracelet.

The message conveyed was that the top powers of both the human and demon races invited him to the place where they had discussed cooperation last time, the conference room of Tianyi Temple.

For some reason, there was a hint of anxiety in the words of both the humans and demons.

It seems that this is not just a simple gathering, but more like the calm before the storm, foreshadowing major events that are about to happen between the two worlds.

Li Qing's heart couldn't help but ripple. He knew very well that every critical day was accompanied by unpredictable changes.

I don’t know whether the ancestors of the two human and demon tribes will bring bad news again this time when they invited him over.

The information contained in the words of those powerful men made him feel a little uneasy and curious.

However, he did not indulge in speculation. As a fifth-level demon lord who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, he knew very well that only action could reveal the truth.

So he slowly stood up and stretched, and every cell in his body seemed to be expressing his desire for the outside world.

He spent a hundred years in Longhaizhu. With the company of his beloved wife Chi Feng and young son Li Yanning, these days were filled with warmth and happiness.

But now that he has the chance, he plans to go out and walk around.

Li Qing waved his sleeves lightly, walked out of the training room, and immediately glanced around.

From the perspective of the soul-detecting eyes, the warm and familiar scene in a corner of the palace was instantly captured.

In the alchemy room, Chi Feng was patiently instructing Li Yanning. The two figures, one big and one small, looked particularly harmonious under the interweaving of firelight and medicinal fragrance.

Looking at his son's focused and serious look, Li Qing's heart was filled with satisfaction and pride.

But he did not go over to disturb him. He just left a green feather in Chi Feng's study and turned away.

Over the endless sea.

The sea breeze outside, with a hint of salt and humidity, blew on Li Qing's face, making him feel a long-lost freshness.

He took a deep breath, as if even his soul was purified.

Li Qing was still in the Endless Sea, but in order to receive the souls and various resources and spirit stones from the Shadow Tower, he did not leave the mainland too far.

Afterwards, Li Qing stretched out his body, and his Wind Transformation Ability was instantly activated. He turned into a gust of breeze, shuttling across the sky above the Endless Sea at an unimaginable speed, rushing towards the direction of the continent.

One day later.

Tianyi Temple, a holy place that had long been immersed in tranquility and seclusion, miraculously brought with it unprecedented vitality and bustle.

At dawn, the golden sunlight penetrates the mist and gently falls on every corner of the temple, but it cannot hide the stormy event that is about to unfold outside the door.

The monks in the Spirit Transformation Stage, each dressed in colorful robes, came in droves like stars descending from the sky.

Their arrival not only disturbed the sleeping forest, but also attracted curious onlookers from all directions of independent practitioners and sect disciples. The crowd was surging and the place was bustling.

And beyond this hustle and bustle, in the deepest part of Tianyi Temple, there is a bamboo forest that has been treated gently by time. In the depths of the bamboo forest, an ancient and elegant courtyard stands quietly, as if isolated from the world.

This was once a holy place where humans and demons put aside their prejudices and discussed peace plans thousands of years ago. It was also the isolated residence of the great god Xuan Fuzi.

The bamboo house has withstood the test of wind and rain for thousands of years in its natural state. Instead of showing any signs of decay, it has gained a touch of otherworldly charm under the nourishment of morning dew and moonlight.

This timeless scene is due to the careful maintenance by generations of disciples of Tianyi Temple, making this place a gentle harbor in the long river of time.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was completely different from that in the outside world.

There are several top warriors from both the human and demon races. Their names are as loud as thunder in their respective races. Even the slightest action is enough to trigger a chain reaction between heaven and earth.

At this moment, they were silent, sitting around the stone table, everyone's face was filled with solemnity and expectation, as if they were waiting for a critical moment that would decide the fate of the two tribes.

Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme and about to suffocate, a tiny crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then, a figure with a black robe and a ghost face appeared out of nowhere, like a messenger walking out of the underworld, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

This is Li Qing, well-known in the human world as the Master of Shadow Tower.

His arrival was like a flash of lightning, instantly breaking through the heavy air.

"Junior Mu Sixue, nice to meet you, Senior Youying." As Li Qing landed, a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes, with noble temperament and cold arrogance stood up first and saluted Li Qing respectfully.

Her voice was gentle yet firm, revealing a power that should not be underestimated.

Mu Sixue, as a leader among the younger generation of the human race, is known as the "Iceberg Beauty".

However, at this moment, in front of the black-robed ghost-faced figure, she showed unprecedented warmth and respect. This scene made everyone present look sideways.

Following closely, other strong men from the two races, the demon and the monster, also stood up, some bowed, or expressed their respect to Li Qing with the etiquette of their respective races.

Among them, a fox demon lord had several long tails as white as snow swaying behind him, and her expression was mixed with a hint of complicated emotions. She thought to herself:

"The rumored Mu Sixue is cold and unkind, but today when I see her, she would be so humble for the owner of the Ghost Shadow Tower. It's really unpredictable!"

This sudden change not only broke the tranquility of the courtyard, but also indicated that today's meeting might open a new chapter between the human and demon races.