Junior Disciple C

Almost early in the morning, the imperial city became lively.

The work and rest of the Xiqiang people is no different from that of other countries, and they do not have the habit of getting up early, but they got up so early today because this day is special.

Today is a long-lost day to worship the gods.

A few days ago, the foreigner who intended to rebel was subdued by the priest with his supreme power. In order to punish this person's disrespect, and to deter those who dared to rebel from all directions, a sacrifice ceremony will be held on Jiubu Cliff today. This alien sinner was handed over to the snake god to cleanse his sins.

Different from the impromptu ceremony last time, this time the preparation time for the ceremony was quite sufficient, it was settled three days ago, and almost everyone in the imperial city knew about it.

The matter of worshiping the gods should not be underestimated, it is more important than any work and schoolwork, so, whether it is a commoner or aristocrat, they all got up early, after packing up, they came to the place where the ceremony will be held in groups - Jiubu cliff.

They didn't get too close, because there were soldiers guarding around Jiubu Cliff, and those who had nothing to do with it were not allowed to enter.

The people watching this ceremony, besides the Xiqiang people, also have other spectators.

Around Chenshi, another group of people came from the foot of Jiubu Cliff. The Xiqiang people lived affluent lives, and even the common people wore comfortable civilian clothes.But this group of people who just arrived were different. They were wearing the worst quality linen, and they were not fully clothed, and they could smell the stench of dirt from far away.

The nearest Xiqiang man couldn't help covering his nose, and took a few steps back in disgust.

These people are slaves of foreign races. On such a great day of offering sacrifices to the gods, the slaves did not work, but were brought here collectively to admire the majesty of the snake god.

They were guarded by soldiers, lined up in a long queue, marching slowly, overlooking from a height, this queue looks like a winding snake body, and this snake body is still twisting.

On the 20-meter-high stone pillar in the city, a giant snake carved in stone wrapped around it, and the usually cold eyes of the snake showed a little joy today.

He looked down at his subjects, waiting for their offerings.

Finally, at a quarter of an hour, the host of the ceremony appeared.

The ghost mask priest still wore the same ghost mask that lasted thousands of years, but he changed into a brand new robe today. It was a prosperous dress, and the long hem of the robe dragged on the ground.

Surrounded by everyone, he walked slowly onto the high platform.The eyes behind the ghost face looked down, looking at the dense crowd.

Today is an unprecedented grand ceremony. People from the entire imperial city gathered here, gathered around Jiubuya, regardless of status, regardless of high or low.

All the souls in the Eternal Vision are also here. This is the final chapter of the play, and they come together to watch the moment when the curtain ends.

The black shadows are all here, and finally, the real protagonist of the ritual is also on stage.

Feng Ye was escorted by the soldiers, and walked up to the high platform beside the Jiubu cliff step by step.

The iron hook that pierced his shoulder blades passed in front of him, and behind him was a long chain. The chain fell behind him and made a sound of collision when he walked.

He stood still not far from Jiubu Cliff, and it was not yet time for the ceremony to start.

Soldiers stood on both sides of him. After a glance, the ghost-faced priest began to prepare for the preparatory process of the ceremony. He washed his hands with water, smoked his sleeve robe with fireworks, and then put on the sacrificial jade. ..Etc., etc.

One after another process, cumbersome and heavy.

But he still did it leisurely, and the rest of the people also waited patiently.

The majesty of the Snake God cannot be profaned, and naturally every process must not allow mistakes or omissions.

But these other people did not include Hao Chen. He stood with the crowd at the foot of the Jiubu cliff, looking up at Feng Ye anxiously.

Even if he couldn't get close or touch him, Hao Chen stayed at the closest place to Feng Ye, but this time he didn't, not because he didn't want to, but...

Hao Chen turned his head to look in the direction of the monster, his sanity was on the verge of collapse because of his anger and his powerlessness to the current situation.

He couldn't do anything about what Feng Ye had encountered, and right now he couldn't even get close. The power of the monster formed a barrier, so he could only stand here and look at Feng Ye from a distance.

Hao Chen knew his gaffe, and he also knew that this monster always took pleasure in making him angry, but when he looked over this time, he was surprised to find that there was no expression on the other side's face that always had a beating smile on it. The smile, even the faint smile on the lips, was gone.

He also looked up at the top, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hao Chen was taken aback, he didn't understand why this monster had such an expression.

Obviously everything is as he wished, and Feng Ye's soul has been infected from the inside out by the resentment of the Eternal Vision, and the magic dragon has formed, this soul will never be able to get rid of the darkness rooted in the depths of the soul. up.

Even Feng Ye's last faint soul fire was extinguished on that rainy night.

Perhaps because of his former strength, his ego has not been completely devoured, but it won't last long, probably today, when he was pushed off the Jiubu Cliff.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Hao Chen is not surprised whether this monster laughs proudly or reads their jokes with a half-smile, but it should never be like this, and there is no smile at all.

"Do you think everything is as I wished, should I be very happy?" the man said suddenly.

He was still looking up, not at Hao Chen.But he seemed to know the change in Hao Chen's expression, and thus guessed Hao Chen's inner thoughts.

"Isn't it?" Hao Chen asked back.

The man finally moved his eyes away and glanced at Hao Chen. He gave Hao Chen an unexpected answer: "No."

His denial has no credibility. After all, all the things he has done are the cause of today's situation. His ambition to devour Feng Ye's soul cannot be concealed and cannot be denied.

The man didn't deny it either, he admitted frankly: "I really want to devour his soul."

Then you still have the face to say no?Hao Chengang wanted to retort.

The man said to himself, "But I don't want to just devour him like this."

Hao Chen was stunned again, because the man's short words were repeated over and over again, whether he wanted to or not, he said it all over again, which was simply contradictory.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is not impossible to understand this answer.

Of course he wanted to devour Feng Ye's soul, because Feng Ye was the only one he had stumbled in thousands of years, who wouldn't want to be ashamed?

Besides, devouring the soul of a god and turning it into its own puppet, or even a toy, there is nothing more exciting for a monster than this.

But he didn't want to, because that would be too boring.Everyone who came to the Eternal Vision ended up like this, being assimilated by the huge resentment in the Eternal Vision, without exception for thousands of years.

Finally, Feng Ye came out, and finally made this boring world a little more interesting, and he didn't want this interest to end here.

But whether it ends or not, or the real direction of the ending, is not actually decided by him.

Even if he had set everything up and made all the preparations, someone had jumped out of the ending he carefully designed.

The man's eyes moved up again, looking at Feng Ye.

With a sound of "dong", the sound of drums resounded throughout the entire imperial city.

The worship ceremony officially began.

Hao Chen also turned his gaze back, he stopped talking nonsense with the monster, and looked up at Feng Ye closely.

As the ceremony began, Feng Ye was also escorted to the edge of the Jiubu cliff. The soldiers retreated after escorting him here. They were not worried that Feng Ye would escape. Although his hands and feet were not in shackles, the shoulder blades Being pierced by an iron hook, it is impossible to do any slightly larger movements, because the wound will be pulled between movements, causing pain that reaches the nerves.

Under the excruciating pain, escaping was even more delusional.

Feng Ye had no intention of running away, even though the squirming sounds of the snakes could be clearly heard, and he could almost feel the fishy smell of the snake letters.

Like a stone pillar, he stood on the edge of the cliff, motionless.He listened to the incomprehensible ancient spells chanted by the ghost-faced priest, while his eyes looked at the crowd below.

There were more people below than he had ever seen before, probably the entire imperial city gathered here, old or young, rich or low.

People were crowded together, crowded, Feng Ye looked down from above, it felt like watching a group of ants huddled together, densely packed.

He saw the Xiqiang people, as well as foreigners like him.

Feng Ye saw those familiar people again, the people he could name, including Batu, Amur, Han Meng...Wu Yi was also on the list.

He really did as the voice said, holding a whip, smiling obsequiously at those Xiqiang soldiers, turning his head and lashing out at his former fellow clansmen.

The contrast between the front and back is like a funny clown.

Feng Ye couldn't laugh, since three days ago, he couldn't show any expression on his face.

Can he laugh at others?

It was right for others to laugh at him.

Laugh at him as an overreaching ant, laugh at him as a loser who has suffered a complete defeat.

How funny, he made so many arrangements and thought of so many ways to arrange troops. In order to encourage these people and let them have the courage to resist Xiqiang, he alone carried the beam against the headless ghost. The results of it?

He is a joke.Feng Ye thought to himself.

As if giving up on himself, Feng Ye scanned people's eyes, hoping to see ridicule in their eyes, mockery of his current ending.

But he looked over one by one, but there was nothing he was looking for.

Is there a sneer in these people's eyes?

No.

What is there?

Nothing at all.

They were alive, their chests were still heaving, their pulses were still beating, but they saw nothing.No ridicule, no courage, no expectations for the future.

They have none of the gleam in the eyes of all living people.

If you insist on saying what is in these eyes, there is indeed one thing.

numbness.

Corpse-like cold numbness.

So cold that you can't tell the difference between them and the dead.

They don't have any expectations for the future, they only know to keep their heads down, obedient, obedient, and live every day, even if they are lowly slaves, even if their lives are worthless.

"Boom!" The drum sounded again.

The recitation of the ghost-faced priest also came to an end. He raised his hands high and bowed to the huge snake god stone pillar in the city.

He offered a gift to the snake god, this step was the prelude to the climax of the ritual of worshiping the god, and it would not be long before it was time to push Feng Ye down the Jiubu cliff.

"Feng Ye, the time is coming." The smiling voice appeared again, and he played the final countdown for Feng Ye.

Feng Ye ignored him. Death was approaching, but he didn't have much fear.

He still looked down, looking at those numb eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that such eyes looked familiar.

Not because he knew these people, but because...he seemed to have seen these cold, numb eyes somewhere.

The same coldness, the same numbness.

But where exactly...

Feng Ye was suddenly a little confused. He had no previous memories, but he should have been just an ordinary country boy before. Where did he see these cold and numb eyes?

Suddenly a shadow passed by his eyes, maybe there was no shadow, it was just his hallucination.

He seemed to see a moth, but he didn't seem to see it.

He blinked vigorously, and when he opened it again, the world changed before his eyes.

He saw people, many, many people, just like the people under Jiubuya today, but this is not Jiubuya, not even Xiqiang.

No one needs to be informed, it can be judged only from the clothing and buildings of the people around.

But although this is not Xiqiang, it is similar to Xiqiang in a certain sense, he is still standing alone on the stage, Feng Ye glanced up, with a neck rope hanging above his head, this is a gallows.

In the audience, Feng Ye glanced over and saw those eyes again, eyes so similar to those of the slaves in Xiqiang.

No, not similar, exactly the same.

Feng Ye was a little dazed. During the time he was dazed, the world in his eyes was like a burning scroll, which was completely burned before his eyes. After it was completely burned, the world changed its appearance again.

He came to a country he had never been before, and the people here also wore completely different clothes from before.

But there is a similarity in the differences, that is, he is still standing on the stage, and people with numb eyes are standing in the audience.

This time it was a beheading platform.Feng Ye looked at the guillotine above his head and thought.

Not long after, the world began to burn again, and after the burning, it was the same as before, revealing the next world.

It seemed that it was only a short period of time, but Feng Ye saw pictures of foreign countries being burned before his eyes, one after another, the same, yet different.

Countries are changing, venues are changing, crowds are dressing differently, but certain things remain the same.

Their eyes didn't change, and Feng Ye's ending didn't change either.

Sometimes he is under the gallows, sometimes on the beheading block, and sometimes on the edge of a lonely cliff surrounded by armies.

All kinds, countless.

But he will always have only one ending, the only ending.

It is like a curse that cannot be broken, and it is also like a reincarnation that cannot be escaped.

These fragmentary scenes are absurd and short, like a dream.

But Feng Ye knew that these were not dreams, as if a corner of the locked box had been pried open, and some dusty memories had been leaked, and he suddenly realized that these absurd scenes were all what he had experienced before, and they were all real happened.

As for why he experienced these things, why he fell into such a nightmarish reincarnation...

Feng Ye wanted to know, but couldn't figure out the answer.

An indescribable anxiety and urgency suddenly rose in his heart, accompanied by a destructive desire to destroy everything. He didn't want to recall these memories over and over again. He wanted to figure out how to break out of this cycle.

His blood was boiling, and those external forces surged in his body in response to his mood changes.

Just when he was about to destroy everything in front of him, he saw the shadow passing by again.

Not reality, but another memory.

But this time the memory is very close, it happened just a week ago, the day he met the moth.

The moth landed on his fingertips, its wings on both sides trembling, as if it wanted to say something to him but couldn't say it.So, it speaks out in action.

Feng Ye saw with his own eyes that the moth in front of him ran into the torch that was about to go out just as he remembered.

The flames soared high, and the remains of the moths were burned in the flames.

Moths to the flame, this is the ending of self-defeating.

Just like everything Feng Ye himself did.

A moth jumps into a flame, overreaching...is that what the moth wants to tell itself?

The flames burned more and more intensely, and the bright fire drove away the cold night around, and also dispelled a little of the haze in Feng Ye's eyes.

He suddenly froze.

No, it is not.

Like a wake-up call, or like waking up from a dream, he suddenly understood.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The sound of the drums in the ear became more and more urgent, and the climax of the ceremony was getting closer.

Feng Ye opened his eyes, and his eyes turned into the familiar Jiubuya and the familiar crowd. He stood on the edge of the cliff from the beginning to the end, and never left half a step. Everything he saw just now seemed illusory. dream.

And now, woke up.

Really woke up.

"Hehe." Accompanied by the beat of the drum, the unrecognizable voice couldn't help but let out a low laugh, his plan was about to come true, with an uncontrollable low smile of complacency.

"I suddenly understood." Feng Ye said suddenly.

The laughter froze.

He stood alone on the edge of the Jiubu cliff, and there was no one else around. He was talking to this unknown voice.

It was also the first time to actively talk to the other party.

This abnormal performance made the owner of that voice vigilant, not understanding the reason for Feng Ye's sudden change.

Feng Ye continued on his own: "I understand why I fail. No matter how hard I try or plan, I always fail, time and time again."

He looked down at the crowd below, at the expressionless, puppet-like eyes.

He said softly: "Because this is the Eternal Vision, here is... no light."

Dead silence.

There was a dead silence without a sound.

The drum beat had reached its final sound, and as long as the final hammer fell, it would be the time for Feng Ye to walk up to the Jiubuya Cliff.

But the rapid drumbeat stopped abruptly, together with the noise from the crowd.

The world seems to have pressed the still button, and it is also like a frozen picture. The people in the world, on and off the stage, no matter what they were doing, are now motionless.

That voice didn't speak either, it seemed that Feng Ye was so shocked that he couldn't speak the truth.

Feng Ye didn't care about the other party's shock, he suddenly took a step forward.

There was no drum beat, and there was no spear behind him forcing him forward, but he still took a step forward.

He took the initiative to walk up the Jiubu Cliff.

And, while taking that first step, he answered a question.

"I regret it."

He didn't stop, and after taking one step, it was followed by the second step.

and the second answer.

"I'm really disappointed."

The third step, the fourth step.

"I hated too."

"I was angry too."

the fifth step.

"But I won't run away again."

He took one step after another, one answer after another.

But his walking is actually not very fast, it is the pace of normal people, but for those who were forced to walk over Jiubuya in the past, his walking is also unmatched by ordinary people.

After all, others are unwilling, unwilling, and forced to walk up the Jiubuya cliff, but he is completely different, he walked up the cliff on his own initiative.

After the fifth step, it is the sixth and seventh step...

"I'm not afraid of anything either."

"Nothing to be confused about."

He looked straight ahead, his tone became more and more firm, and his steps became more and more powerful, as unshakable as a heavy Taishan stone.

The owner of the voice finally couldn't sit still, he faintly realized something was wrong.He was very annoyed at Feng Ye's behavior of disobeying his planned ending, and even a little bit out of temper.

"What do you want to do?! You also know that this is the Eternal Vision, and there is no light here!" The voice threatened menacingly.

But no matter how threatening and vicious he was, Feng Ye remained unmoved. He maintained his own speed and took the eighth step.

At the same time, an answer was given.

"Yes." He replied.

These two words made the voice stunned again, together with the three Hao Chen who were looking up at him from below.

Feng Ye's soul was swallowed by the Emberless Vision, turning into a shadow as dark as others, and even the soul fire was extinguished under the erosion of huge resentment.

But until this moment, they discovered that it was not completely extinguished.

Under the cover of the heavy darkness, there is still a little embers before the flames are extinguished.

So weak, so precarious.

Soul fire is not like spiritual power, it can be replenished when it is used up, the decline of soul fire is almost irreversible, even if it needs to rest, it will take a long, long time.

Although his soul fire, which has only a few embers left, can emit a little light, as long as the darkness is a little thicker, it will cover up that weak light.

The darkness around Feng Ye did exactly that, they tried their best to pounce on the embers, trying to cover it up and completely extinguish it.

However, no matter how the darkness spread its teeth and claws, the embers that ignited the soul fire did not go out. On the contrary, it had a tendency to intensify. The fire was expanding, and the embers broke through the blockade of darkness, rekindling a cluster of weak flames in the soul .

Hao Chen stared blankly at the cluster of flames. This was a scene that violated his cognition and the laws of nature. The soul fire that had decayed to this point would never be rekindled for no reason.

Unless... Hao Chen's eyes widened, and he suddenly had a premonition, a question that he had never been able to solve before, perhaps, he was about to know the answer.

While everyone was stunned, Feng Ye took the ninth step.

The last step of Jiubuya.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, there was no way ahead, and he finally stopped moving forward.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the group of snakes under the cliff.

The group of snakes also raised their necks and looked up at him on the high platform. The cold eyes of the snakes were still cold, but Feng Ye no longer avoided looking at them.

Like Hao Chen's deep intuition, that voice seemed to have also sensed Feng Ye's intentions, and said angrily: "What do you think you can do by yourself?! This is the Eternal Vision! Heaven is helpless! There won't be any light here, and there never will be!"

But no matter how angry the voice was or how it jumped, it was the same as the cold snake eyes below, and it couldn't affect Feng Ye in the slightest.

He closed his eyes and recalled that scene in his mind.

The remnant of the moth was burned up in the flames, and it used everything it had to wake up the dying flame and let it burn again for a moment.

A brief moment, an insignificant moment.

But it doesn't seem so insignificant, because it really illuminates the surroundings, driving away the chilling darkness, in that short moment.

This is what the moth wanted to tell Feng Ye. After sinking in this illusion for so long, he finally understood it.

The closed eyes opened again, and they were no longer the dark pupils of humans, nor were they dark red like the blood of a dragon, but brilliant golden.

Bright colors like light.

In the endless darkness, Feng Ye stepped forward with his right foot and took the tenth step.

On the nine-step cliff, there is a tenth step that does not exist.

Like something that doesn't exist in Eternal Vision...

Feng Ye looked down at the boundless darkness in his eyes, gentle and firm.

"Then I am the only light."

At the same time as his voice fell, the cluster of weak flames in his soul jumped up suddenly. It seemed that it had obtained some excellent combustion accelerant, and the flames jumped up to three feet high.

The situation was adjusted at once, and the darkness that barked its teeth and claws no longer opened its teeth and claws. They retreated under the blazing fire, as if they had encountered some nemesis, and they couldn't even get close.

This is not the end yet, the soaring flame is still expanding, gradually spreading to every corner of the soul.Every part of this soul is burning.

Hao Chen stared blankly at this scene. Today, he got the answer to his puzzled question.

Why is Feng Ye's soul so weak?

Because he used his own soul as fuel, and after re-igniting the soul fire, illuminate the Eternal Vision.

The soul... what a fragile place that is, so fragile that any damage done to it is a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than the body.

And burning with one's own soul as fuel, the severe pain is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Therefore, no one has ever been so stupid as to use his own soul as fuel, and Hao Chen never knew that when the soul burns, it can be so blazing.

The huge darkness that was so blazing to the endless horizon was driven back an inch, and the illusion was shattered under the firelight.

Jiubuya, snakes, ghost-faced priests, or those ants-like crowds all disappeared.

There is only this group of flames left here, and under the flames, countless black shadows.

These shadows are controlled by resentment, controlled by that monster, and they make every move according to the other party's thoughts.But at this moment, as if the puppet broke free from the rope, they actually did something that the other party did not order.

They raised their heads together and looked at the fire in the sky.

Around the firelight, the darkness that invaded the limbs and bones once again condensed into the shape of a dragon.

The huge dragon body surrounded the flames, and also wrapped Feng Ye in the flames.

Although the fire was blazing, it was still not pure.

Like Feng Ye, the dragon wore a bone-piercing chain on its back, and a scale on the side of its neck was branded with the totem of Xiqiang.

The chains melted in the flames. This was an illusion made of resentment. Under the burning of the soul fire, it slowly and finally disappeared.

But after the chains were burnt out, the hole pierced through on the back did not disappear, and the bone hole was clearly visible.

The black dragon didn't care about the hole at all. After he got rid of the shackles on his body, the dragon suddenly bent its left claw and grabbed at his neck.

Feng Ye did the same, with his fingertips, he tore off the piece of flesh on the side of his neck that was branded with the Xiqiang mark.

Drenched in blood, the black giant dragon also gouged out the scales on the side of its neck that were branded with imprints. With such resolute and bloody driving, finally there was no more darkness in the flame wrapped around the dragon's body.

Great fire!

It is more blazing and dazzling than before.

The darkness receded, and light and heat blanketed the area around the dragon.

Warm and bright, like the afternoon sun.

Fang Yang opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the figure in the firelight.

The one in the flames was Feng Ye, but it wasn't the Feng Ye he knew.

The soul fire burned all the power of resentment, burning Feng Ye's soul, and also burning his body made of flesh and blood.

The human body melted in the flames, finally revealing the true nature of his soul.

Fang Yang knew this person, and so did Cao Zirui and Hao Chen. That was... the real Ying Long, and also, the real Feng Ye.

Even though there is only the phantom of his soul left, the heroism in his eyebrows and eyes is still undiminished.

He half-closed his eyes, allowing the flames around him to bloom like never before.

But after the peak, is the beginning of decline.

After all, his soul is limited, and when his soul is exhausted, he will disappear into ashes and disappear forever in the world.

Here too, as the voice said, there will be no light.

The light of the fire began to fade, and his soul became weaker and weaker.

But even if it can only illuminate such a brief moment in the Eternal Vision, Feng Ye is still going forward.

Instead of turning into a puppet of the Emberless Vision, he would rather burn everything and become the only light here.

As the fire weakened, the darkness counterattacked again, and they rushed towards Feng Ye, waiting for the moment when the soul was completely burned, waiting for the moment when the light of the Eternal Vision disappeared.

But they didn't wait for Feng Ye's soul to burn out, in another place, in the distance of sight, suddenly a light different from Feng Ye's was ignited.

It was a dancing moth, and it flew unsteadily, revealing a sense of weakness that would fall at any moment.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding darkness rushed to extinguish it.

But it was never extinguished, just as it never fell.

Even though it is so wobbly and difficult, it still moves toward the goal with a clear purpose.

Finally, it came to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye stretched out his index finger, letting the moths land on his fingertips.

The fire that burns in him burns everything, soul and flesh.

Naturally, this moth was not immune to it. The moth began to burn, and its ugly appearance was destroyed in the flames, turning into colorful colors.

As if breaking out of a cocoon, the moth took advantage of the flames on Feng Ye's body and turned into a butterfly. Then, it left Feng Ye's fingers and flew towards the sky with a ray of flame from Feng Ye's soul.

It flew higher and higher, and the darkness became more and more frantic, more and more urgent, trying to stop it.

But it couldn't stop it in the slightest.

Feng Ye looked up, and Hao Chen also looked up.

The man who was so similar to Feng Ye, Fang Yang, Cao Zirui, and even the countless shadows here all looked up.

They looked at the sky, where the butterflies disappeared.

There are cracks appearing.

The light leaked from the crack, and it carried the long-lost aura that did not exist in the Eternal Vision.

This crack is very small, and the light and aura leaking from it are very little.But it is constantly expanding, and finally, it seems to hear a "crack".

A hole leaked above the Emberless Vision, and the sky suddenly broke.

The wind with aura and warmth poured in from the hole, and Hao Chen's robe flapped in the wind.

This scene was reflected in his eyes, miraculously, the scene where the sky light penetrated the Eternal Vision.

Be it butterflies or moths, they are all projections of the power of heaven in the endless horizon.

Such a faint shadow.

So weak that he can do nothing about the souls he created being swallowed by the Eternal Vision.

The way of heaven is to guard the order of the heaven and the earth. He created gods, big and small, just to help him guard the heaven and the earth. Similarly, he also guards every soul in the heaven and the earth, just like he gives these souls the soul fire that is not invaded by evil spirits. Same.

But he made a mistake, a mistake that has not found a solution for thousands of years.

He created the Eternal Vision.

This world is out of his control and already on the verge of getting out of control.

After tens of millions of years of accumulation, the Eternal Vision has become a huge and incalculable mess, but the way of heaven is not human, and it will throw away its hands like a self-defeating one, regardless of it.

Even if he is strong enough to control all the order in the world, his power cannot directly penetrate the Emberless Vision.But his gaze remained within the Emberless Vision from beginning to end, dormant, looking for an opportunity to solve this mistake.

There is no way to do anything about the Eternal Vision from the outside, so we can only attack from the inside.

So he turned into a moth and gave enlightenment to the souls who strayed into the Eternal Vision, told them the way to escape the Eternal Vision, and pointed them to the path to see the sky again.

Tiandao does not favor anyone, regardless of race or country, he will give reminders to every soul who comes here.

But never... no one figured it out.

Most of the time, these souls ignore him and don't notice him at all. Sometimes, like the ghost-faced priest played by Ling Yun, under the influence of the resentment from the Emberless Vision, they will directly crush his power .

He waited for tens of thousands of years, and finally, one day a thousand years ago, a dragon came.

At the last moment before the fire of the soul was extinguished, this dragon understood his enlightenment, and used its own soul as fuel to become the only light in the endless horizon.

Thousands of years later, history repeated itself, and he, like a thousand years ago, opened the way to the sky for this dragon.

This is also... the road to becoming a god.

From the hollow above the Emberless Vision where the skylight shines in, there is an ancient and solemn bell.

Auspicious clouds gather in the sky, and in the waters of the South China Sea, countless divine birds that symbolize auspiciousness are inspired to stretch their wings and hover in the sky.

At the head is a bird with fiery red wings, its golden red tail feathers trailing behind it like tassels made of flames.

The phoenix looked into the distance from the sky, looking at the direction where the auspicious and dark clouds converged together.

This is... such a familiar scene...

Under the sky, within the horizon of Emberless.

The ray of skylight that shot in from the hole shone on Feng Ye impartially, and the dragon shadow transformed by the darkness became more and more solid.

Soul fire can protect the soul from resentment, but it cannot restrain the power of resentment.

But Tianguang is not the case, it is the real nemesis of the Eternal Vision.

Under the shroud of light, the darkness can no longer be rampant, and the ferocity of barking its teeth and claws is no longer, it becomes obedient and obedient.

The darkness that was restrained by the light converged on the dragon, making the dragon's shadow continuously solidify, and at the same time, the incomplete parts of the dragon's body began to grow abruptly.

Where the scales on the side of the neck are missing, there are new scales covering them, brand new scales without any branding.

But this newly grown scale is a little different from the original scales around it, it grows in reverse.

Inverse scale.

Dragons have reverse scales, but Jiaos do not.

He gained the power of resentment, grew five claws and dragon horns, and became exactly like a real dragon, but after all, he was just a monster in the shape of a dragon.

Until now, he used the soul fire to burn out every remaining darkness in his soul, and after getting the approval of the heaven, he finally grew the reverse scale.

But he is still different from the natural dragon in the heavens, the hole where the chains run through his back is also growing.

Huge wings spread from the dragon's back, growing from where the bone had been pierced.

The chains that bound Feng Ye's body, which brought endless pain, finally turned into his wings that stretched across the world.

The giant dragon raised its neck and uttered a dragon roar that resounded across the wilderness towards the sky.

After the dragon chant, he lowered his neck again, and the dragon body formed by the darkness and the soul shrouded in the ray of light slowly overlapped and finally merged into one.

His original body, no matter whether it was the body of a dragon or a human, was torn and melted under the confrontation of the power of resentment and soul fire.

But the way of heaven uses its own light