There's something wrong with my master.

The thunder fell, carrying with it the might of heaven.

This was not the first time that Yun Changsheng had seen the thunder tribulation of ascension. He looked up at the sky.

I saw black clouds covering three thousand miles, and violent energy and thunder were surging wildly in the clouds.

The breath of death permeated between heaven and earth, and it seemed that the next moment, the living beings under the thunder tribulation would be torn to pieces.

Such divine power is almost a dead end for all living beings.

Only cultivators who have reached the peak of tribulation can survive in it.

Only those cultivators who recognize their true nature can overcome the final calamity of the inner demon.

Xunxian asked.

On the eve of ascension, cultivators will always encounter various calamities arranged by the heaven, and most of the calamities are blocked by the heaven-deceiving formation.

If one is unlucky enough to encounter a calamity, such as a calamity of love, the hidden immortals who have never experienced it will always hesitate, wondering whether the Tao or love is more important.

Most of these disasters are actually using emotions to confuse the belief in seeking the Tao. Naturally, mere emotions cannot be more important than the Tao.

But there are exceptions, and it is these exceptions that make many monks who are undergoing tribulation stop and then think carefully.

Whether the Dao is more important or love is more important, if you make the wrong choice and fail to understand your true heart, you will end up in the calamity of your inner demons.

As for the cultivators in the mortal world, if they can see through the mortal world, then they will basically be able to see through the calamity arranged by the heaven on the eve of their ascension.

If you cannot see through the worldly affairs, you must realize before ascending whether the Tao is more important or the obsession in your heart is more important.

If obsession is more important and you cannot let go, you will still be destroyed by the inner demons.

However, the situation encountered by Old Man Feng was rather special. He firmly believed that the obsession in his heart was important, but he still summoned the ascension thunder tribulation.

Because his junior sister was waiting for him in heaven...

He needs to become an immortal before he can pursue his obsession.

"A fairy."

Yun Changsheng looked at the rolling thunder and lightning, and a trace of longing flashed in his eyes.

Tai Shang Wangqing abandoned all the love in his heart and eliminated all inner interference, just to practice Taoism. Apart from practicing Taoism, he would not have any other obsessions.

Becoming enlightened has become Tai Shang Wang Qing's greatest obsession.

Rumble!

One after another, terrifying thunderbolts fell from the sky. In the thunderbolt, an old man with white hair and a youthful face walked forward in the destruction, his body flying higher and higher.

The thunder like a giant dragon struck the old man's body, but was blocked by a layer of golden light on his body.

There seemed to be the sound of reading aloud in my ears.

"Heaven moves in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."

"The terrain is good, and a gentleman carries it with great virtue."

The images of each student flashed through the old man's mind.

Some people come to study and say they want to pass the imperial examination.

Some people come here to look for a technique, hoping to enter the world of cultivation.

There are also those who just want to learn a skill to make life better for their family.

Most of the phantoms of the students bowed to Old Man Feng with their wishes.

Old man Feng smiled and bowed as well.

But some students' shadows suddenly became ferocious.

Those are students who are still in the academy and have not yet graduated.

"Old man, you promised my parents that you would let me learn a skill!"

"You old man don't keep your word!"

"Bah! You are unworthy of being a teacher!"

Old Man Feng remained silent and looked at the shadow that was insulting him.

He was an ordinary mortal in a small town.

This mortal's ancestors had all studied in his academy, and when times were good, they wanted to study and become officials.

When you are down and out, you want to learn a skill.

Regardless of whether they were officials or peddlers, whenever the younger generations of this family came to study, they were always very polite.

So whenever this family came to visit, Old Man Feng would always accept them in.

"Teacher, why did you lead me into the path of cultivation?"

"I have average talent. Even if I have great luck, I will never be able to break through the bottleneck of the Golden Core in this lifetime!"

"Why did you let me see this kind of power!"

"How unfair this world is!"

The shadow of this cultivator roared and vented at Old Man Feng.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face looked at the shadow of the monk and remembered that when this man learned that he had the qualifications to practice cultivation, he knelt outside the academy for three years.

During these three years, apart from eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping, he spent the rest of his time kneeling outside the academy.

Seeing that he was sincere and after explaining the interests involved, he accepted him as his disciple.

Looking at these phantoms, Old Man Feng sighed and then had no more reaction.

He didn't owe them anything.

During the thunderstorm, the calamity clouds were still rolling.

The images of those students in Old Man Feng's mind disappeared one by one.

Rumble!

During the thunder tribulation of ascension, the most terrifying tribulation of the inner demon fell from the sky.

What is reflected in Old Man Feng’s heart are all living beings.

Among all the living beings, there was a little boy who was struggling in the troubled times.

When he was about to die, he was taken in by the academy.

More than ten years later, the little boy grew up. He turned around and looked at the academy, and made a great wish to open academies like this all over the world.

Pictures flashed by, showing war, death, and refugees struggling to cross the river during the chaos of war.

There is still suffering in the world, but do you still remember your ambition?

"Aspiration?"

Old Man Feng thought of his academy, which was the foundation for his gradual improvement in cultivation.

But this cornerstone was built for him by someone who gave up his immortal path, hid in a corner where he couldn't see, and silently helped him build it.

Now that person is in trouble in the fairyland, why would he stay in the human world any longer?

The chaos in the picture continues.

Among those figures struggling to survive, Old Man Feng vaguely saw his own shadow.

His heart was still touched, and as he was hesitating, a sentence suddenly came to his mind.

“There is no end to teaching people, and there is no end to saving people.”

"You know, when you travel around this world, you can see many war-torn places and many people die."

"But more people die from diseases and life expectancy."

"They are all destined to die in the end."

"No matter how good or bad your life is, death is the final destination."

"Compared to the number of people who die every year, such as those who are born, grow old, get sick and die in wars, it is only a very small part of the total number of deaths."

“This is what mortals are.”

“You can never finish saving and you can never finish teaching.”

"They can only reincarnate life after life until their true spirits are extinguished and disappear into thin air."

"Oh, this world." Old Man Feng thought of what people said back then and sighed.

He was redeemed when he was young, so after he learned enough, he spent his whole life redeeming others.

Now I have a deeper understanding of the saying that monks are monks and people are people.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, haha.

This man who spent his entire life saving others eventually gave up on this world.

The world may need such a gentleman, or it may never need him, but it doesn’t matter now.

Because when this gentleman rushes into the heavenly calamity, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, there will no longer be a Mr. Feng in the world.

boom!

All the images in the old man's mind shattered.

His figure floated higher and higher.

A huge crack appeared in the sky, and a beam of light enveloped him.

"Compared to saving the countless sentient beings who can never be saved, I just want to save my little apprentice sister now."

"My junior sister can save you, but I can't save you."

Finally, the old man bowed to this world and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Chapter 189 Lin Xi: Master, your sacrifice is worth it!

He can save his junior sister, but he cannot save all these living beings.

This is the last sentence Mr. Feng left in the world.

So he finally chose to save his junior sister and gave up on all living beings.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

The sun returns to the earth.

Lin Xi waved his sleeves, and the Four Seasons Mountain, which had been affected by the lightning, returned to its previous appearance.

People in the world are still struggling to cross the river, and they don’t know that there is one less person in this world who wants to help them.

They also didn't know that this person eventually gave up on them.

When death is no longer fair, the greatest fairness in the world disappears, and thus the distinction between monks and mortals begins.

In the academy in the small town.

The students inside seemed to sense something.

A Jindan cultivator who had been unable to break through for a long time bowed to the sky and said something.

"Farewell, Mr. Feng."

Behind him, many students stood up from their seats.

Some people recalled every detail of their school days and shed tears unconsciously, while others thought of their unfinished studies and felt unwilling to give up.

But in the end, they all bowed, saluted, and shouted in unison.

"Farewell, Mr. Feng."

Tianji Pavilion.

The two middle-aged men who were playing chess also put down their chess pieces and saluted to the sky.

"Farewell, Mr. Feng."

Everywhere in this world.