Dijun's black moonlight is back

Gong Liquan was originally just a little immortal. If he hadn't had this opportunity, he probably wouldn't have made up his mind to temper his character.

He would not have been taught by Cang Ji all the way to where he is now.

Four thousand years of struggling in the mortal world, going through difficult times and falling short of success if you were not careful, all in order to become a god like Cangji, worthy of such great responsibilities.

Now that she has led Gong Liquan through the Four Brahma Heavens, he has seen the respect and love of the immortals and knows the weight of it.

Because he once looked up to the monument in this way.

"I will never forget it until my death." Gong Liquan answered her.

Cang Ji was silent for a long time. When she suddenly stopped, Gong Liquan saw her turning to look at him.

"Does she know?" Cang Ji asked.

Gong Liquan shook his head.

"How did you know?" Cangji asked again, "Did Taoist Bodhisattva tell you?"

"Yes and no," Gong Liquan said, "Dao Zun took me to Wuxiangyuan. I told him my guess, and he told me that he had always had this guess."

"In the chaos, no one knows what the future holds," Cang Ji said. "I hope you are right, but I also hope you are wrong."

"If you guessed wrong, at least I still have someone to pass on."

"If you are right..."

Cang Ji did not continue, because she felt that she would not be able to see the outcome.

"Does Tianzun know what is under Mingjing Mountain?" Gong Liquan asked her.

There seemed to be a hint of escape in Cangji's eyes, and she continued walking forward when she came to her senses.

Just when Gong Liquan thought she couldn't get the answer, she replied: "Tower of Babel."

Tower of Babel, these three light words, were like a heavy hammer, hitting Gong Liquan's heart.

He was right, he was sure, he was right.

"Before the Hongmeng opened, there was no distinction between pure and turbid, yin and yang were not determined, and everything grew in disorder," Cang Ji said. "The ancient gods split the chaos with a sky-opening ax. From then on, there were six realms and three realms. Where the thirteenth heaven is.”

Gong Liquan realized that there was no God of Creation in this story.

Cang Ji knew without asking what Gong Liquan was wondering about at this time: "You are wondering where the God of Creation went. At that time, everyone was wondering where she went."

"She didn't go anywhere. She was still creating creatures day after day. Sometimes she made flowers, sometimes she made trees. The human race was born from her hands, and the gods and immortals were no exception."

"When all the tribes united to build the Tower of Babel, she was busy making something called water for birds and animals to drink and for flowers, plants and trees to grow."

These are actually things written in the True God's Record. Gong Liquan is not familiar with the past, not because he doesn't study hard, but because it is too long ago, and he never thought it was related to Mingjing Mountain.

"At the foot of Mingjing Mountain is the site of the Tongtian Tower," Cang Ji said, "but there is no document recording why the Tongtian Tower was not built."

After the envoy Huai Jing came, Cang Ji would look through ancient books when he had some free time, trying to find the connection between everything.

What she told the public right now was all she had earned over the past few days.

Everyone does something for a reason, such as eating because they are hungry or drinking water because they are thirsty.

So she didn't believe that Yan Sheng would hit Mingjing Mountain for no reason, and she didn't believe that the disaster that affected the six realms was just because of her whim.

But after searching again and again, the truth always seemed to be covered with a veil, until she looked at the long-dead God of Creation through a book of true gods.

The answer came to her heart. Although it was still hazy, it seemed to open up all the connections and made her no longer full of doubts.

She sometimes thinks that she always has the idea of ​​​​stopping the right to severance. In fact, it is because maybe the right to severance is really right.

If a certain god had to die to bring this catastrophic transformation to an end, she would prefer it to be her.     But she seems to be outside the bounds of fate.

This is the story of the next generation and has nothing to do with her.

"The resentment that is crying every day in the Wuxiang Abyss," Gong Liquan said, "is it caused by the creatures when the Babel Tower collapsed?"

Cang Ji had never been to Wuxiangyuan, and hearing what Gong Liquan said, he thought it was not impossible.

She nodded and said to Gong Liquan: "Yansheng only knows how to break Mingjing Mountain, but he doesn't know what will happen next."

After thinking about it, Cangji denied his statement: "No, maybe her mission is just to break Mingjing Mountain. The rest of the questions and the answers to them are what we gods should think about, not her."

Gongliquan did not comment on this, saying that everything started when the messenger with the mirror came to visit with the mirror of the future. Apart from this shadow of the future, there is no more news.

Regardless of what Cang Ji has found out now or Gong Liquan's speculation, in the final analysis, no more evidence can be found.

As Cang Ji said, no one in the chaos knows what the way forward will be.

But the reason why a road is a road is because the pioneers dare to walk step by step.

The right to secession is now willing to be the first mover.

"Caixia is so beautiful." Gong Liquan suddenly said.

Cang Ji smiled: "Yes."

There is no rain, snow, wind or frost in the thirty-third sky. Fairy Zhixia uses sunlight to dye the clouds into colorful shapes and decorate them in the sky. This is a scenery that cannot be found anywhere else.

"Such a beautiful scenery," Cang Ji said, "Don't you plan to take her to see it?"

"There are always storms, the world is vast, and she has endless scenery to see," Gong Liquan replied, "What's more, she gets angry when she sees me now, and she can't even see the clouds in her eyes."

Cang Ji cultivates the ruthless path and has no experience in love, let alone any troubles in love.

Seeing Gong Liquan like this, she couldn't say much because she was really not very good at it.

"But locking her in the Kuwen Pond is not an option," Cang Ji said. "She won't be trapped for long."

"I have been to Wuxiang Abyss. If Mingjing Mountain collapses, the formation of the Creation God at the foot of the mountain will be immediately revealed," Gong Liquan said. "With Yan Sheng's current condition, there is no way to escape from that formation."

"The formation?" Cang Ji was a little surprised: "How do you know it was set up by the God of Creation?"

Gong Liquan replied: "Guess."

Cang Ji was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Okay."

She pays attention to evidence and clues in her work, and the method of public separation is indeed different from hers.

"Gong Liquan," Cang Ji turned around and looked at him face to face, "I hope you can come back alive."

It’s been a long time since she called him by his name, and it’s been a long time since she called me a name.

Sanqing is lonely. She has guarded this place for hundreds of thousands of years, and she really doesn't want to send the people around her away in person.

"Can Tianzun promise me something?" Gong Liquan asked her.

Cang Ji nodded: "You say."

"I want Yan Sheng to be the sword in my hand to cut off the fate destined in my life," Gong Liquan said. "If I have this opportunity, please help me forge the sword."

"Don't ask for yourself?" Cang Ji asked.

Gong Li Quan replied: "For her, I do it for myself."