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Chapter 1

Xingyou Island, Tianwailou.

The platform paved with Beiming Hanyu went straight forward, extending into the endless void outside the island.In the void, clusters of chaotic storms whirled in and out.Every storm has the power to destroy the world, but this long platform, under the protection of countless powerful rune formations, has always been stable and majestic.

At the end of the platform, sat a figure.

Daoist Kongji, No. 1 in the world of comprehension today, has been in the world for thousands of years, and no one is his equal enemy.His various deeds have now been turned into legends and spread in the world for future generations to admire and worship.

However, even such a peerless person cannot escape the end of his lifespan.

Daoist Kong Ji's face is still young, like a young man in his early twenties, and even those piercing eyes that seem to contain a galaxy are still shining with vitality and hope.

Only the long black hair that was originally pitch-black was completely white at this moment.

His feet were not wearing shoes and socks, hanging outside the platform, swaying leisurely.A chaotic storm of discoloration was born at his feet, and was indifferently stirred up by the swaying bare feet, as if stirring a river of spring water.

With a smile on his lips, Daoist Kongji called softly, "Yingrong."

After he finished speaking, a woman appeared behind him.

The woman is tall and tall, with black hair and snow skin. Looking carefully, her appearance is [-]% similar to that of Kong Ji Dao Zun.The biggest difference is her eyes.

Those eyes are like a pair of silvery-white pearls, with colorful lights and shadows flowing on the smooth surface, without the slightest look of a living person, but with a strange beauty.

She opened her thin lips lightly and said, "What's the matter?"

Daoist Kongji: "My life is exhausted."

Jing Yingrong silently watched the other person's back.

"Will you miss me?"

"meeting."

Hearing this bland answer without the slightest emotion, Daoist Kongji couldn't help chuckling.

Jing Yingrong tilted her head, seemingly confused by Daoist Kongji's reaction.

"Then don't you have anything to say to me?" Daoist Kongji asked with a smile.

Jing Yingrong still used that stagnant tone, and said decisively: "No."

Daoist Kong Ji smiled and bent over.

"You, you have been like this for many years."

The laughter gradually died down.

"It's finally my turn. Those friends and enemies from back then passed away one by one, leaving me alone. Now, it's finally my turn."

"In the end, only you will send me this journey."

Daoist Kongji's words were tainted with the meaning of being unclear.

Jing Yingrong didn't say a word.

The colors in the beaded pupils are grotesque, as if reflecting the vast world, and in the center of the world is the white-haired Shengxue figure in front of him.

Daoist Kongji sighed lightly.

"What will you do after I die?"

He seemed to be asking Jing Yingrong this sentence, but also seemed to be asking himself.

"The spirit of the Taoist instrument has the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the dust of the sun and the moon. Have you ever thought about how to live in the countless years to come?"

Jing Yingrong took a step forward, and the next moment, she was sitting beside Daoist Kongji.

"No." She said, and after a while, Xu Shi thought about it, and said again: "Seal the spiritual consciousness and sleep."

Taoist Kong Ji turned his head and looked at her side face quietly.

After a long time, he said: "I will build your muscles, bones and flesh with the treasures of the heavens, and I will paint your face and skin with the rare treasures of good fortune, so that you can have a body to rely on and a body to move. If you are sleeping, don't you think it's a pity?"

Jing Yingrong turned her head to look at him, the colorful colors in the pupils faded away, only the face of the Kongji Daoist was very clear.

"I'm a genius."

She only said four words, but Daoist Kongji knew all the deep meaning behind her words.

He raised his hand, grasped it vacantly, and a precious mirror overflowing with brilliance appeared in his palm, as if a bright moon had been plucked off.

Daoist Kongji brushed his fingers gently over the mirror, a soft smile appeared in his eyes.

He turned the precious mirror into Jing Yingrong's arms, and Jing Yingrong was holding his own body. Although there was still no expression on that face, Taoist Kongji could read puzzlement and doubt from it.

He said: "Giving you a human body was originally just an attempt out of my own selfishness."

"Although it took a lot of resources and a lot of time, I succeeded in the end."

"You are the only artifact spirit who has become a 'human' in these nine heavens and ten places."

"Even if it's just a human skin."

Having said that, Daoist Kongji paused.

After a short silence, he said softly: "And now, I hope you live like a human being."

Jing Yingrong's indifferent face finally changed.She frowned, and repeated the other party's words in a questioning tone: "Like a human?"

Daoist Kongji smiled and said: "I have no intention of interfering with your future life, but, if possible, I hope you will go to the world, see all living beings with your eyes, and use your feet to cross mountains and rivers."

"There are many beautiful and painful things in this world. I hope you can experience them all."

"People's good and evil, likes and dislikes, and people's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, I hope you can have them all."

After listening quietly, Jing Yingrong nodded and said, "Okay."

Daoist Kong Ji smiled helplessly: "This is not an order, it's just my wish. If you don't like it, it's okay to choose to sleep."

"I don't like it." She paused, and continued, "I don't like it either."

Daoist Kong Ji burst into laughter with a "puchi".

"Xingyou Island and everything on the island are entrusted to you. I have engraved the control hub of the defensive formation and the sky building into the core of your body. Oh, and this—"

He removed a ring from his left index finger.

"I have already erased the mark of Yuanshen, you need to refine it yourself, do you know how to do it?"

Jing Yingrong nodded, and put it on her left index finger.Her fingers were slender, and the ring automatically changed to the right size when she put it on.

Daoist Kongji stroked his chin, thinking about whether he had missed anything.

"Those of my magic weapons, those that give birth to weapon spirits, you get along well with them; if there are no weapon spirits, you can deal with them yourself."

"as well as……"

He babbled a lot, while Jing Yingrong just listened silently, nodding occasionally, as if she was a little absent-minded.But he understands that she has carefully written down what he said.

"I'm running out of time, and there's one last thing."

Daoist Kong Ji stretched out his palm, covering Jing Yingrong's eyes with one hand, and covering his own with the other.

The incomparable fluctuations of spiritual power spread out from the center of the two of them, the void was still, and even the chaotic storm stopped its birth and death.

It seemed that it was only a moment, and it seemed that after a long time, the fluctuation of spiritual power subsided, and the chaos storm was born again.

Daoist Kongji took his hand away, his eyes were closed, and deep dimples formed in his eyelids.

On the other side, Jing Yingrong opened her eyes.

Those beady pupils that were strangely beautiful and indifferent turned into a deep ink color at this moment.Except for the lack of vitality, the eyes are no different from ordinary people's eyes.

"These eyes are more human-like."

After Daoist Kongji finished speaking, a wide-eyed smile appeared on his face.

His hair was blown up without wind, and his skin glowed a little bit.In an instant, fragments of light danced all over the sky, as if stars were falling, and light and dust were swaying.

In this dreamlike scene, the top of the clouds in the realm of comprehension fell.

Since then, there has been no more Kongji Daoist in the world.

(End of this chapter)