Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 676 The Eternal Death Place

East China Sea.

Feng Qingyan stood there silently.

Who in this world could have imagined that the East China Sea had always been dead, and the Yunmeng Lake had always been dead. They were dead from the moment they came into existence. The East China Sea and the Yunmeng Lake they saw were nothing but the dragon soul or the word "dream"...

This truth was so shocking that he could hardly recover for a moment.

This is not explained.

Is the truth of this world even more terrifying than he imagined?
Moreover, does the truth of the East Sea and Yunmeng Lake indicate that the whole world is like this? People in the world are just living in an illusion, on an unreal earth in their lives? In fact, the earth under our feet has always been dead, and is almost like the underworld?
Is there eternal death beneath your feet? !

Feng Qingyan couldn't imagine, nor did he dare to imagine...

At this moment he stood there silently, not knowing where to go for a moment, and seemed a little confused.

“Perhaps the saint already knew it?”

At some point, Feng Qingyan came back to his senses, looked up at the sky and said softly.

At this moment, the image of the holy image captured in the secret realm of Dongshan emerged in his mind. It was said that it was the truth of the saints tracing their roots in Dongshan...

And he had seen on the Holy Elephant, a holy and incomparable ship of civilization, breaking through the layers of chaos and darkness, and seemed to have finally arrived in his world...

Then.

The world he lives in may be in the mysterious chaos and darkness.

The chaos and darkness is an eternal dead silence, without a single sign of life. Everything is dead, dead...

Maybe the whole world is a dead place?
Feng Qingyan's body trembled uncontrollably, and he still couldn't accept that his world was an eternal deathland. And they were just living in the illusion of deathland...

He stared at the sky for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Feng Qingyan thought so in his heart, and quickly left the East China Sea and returned to Zhoutian.

Therefore, he could not wait to use the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" to observe the cities, mountains and rivers in the world.

Observe everything in the world.

But he did not see the dead land, the land where Zhou Tianxia was located was not dead.

This made Feng Qingyan breathe a sigh of relief.

It turned out that I was overthinking it.

However, he was still worried, so he moved to several places for careful observation and found that there was no dead spot under his feet.

call--

Feng Qingyan completely relaxed.

He was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that the land where Zhou Tianxia was located was also a place of eternal death.

Not long after, he returned to the East China Sea again and then went to Yunmengze.

I have been studying the eternal death place.

In fact, he could not confirm whether these dead soils, which were very similar to the underworld, were the chaotic black soils seen in the holy image.

After all, he had only seen it from the holy image.

As time went by, he didn't come up with anything substantial, so he had to give up.

"Feng Sheng, is it true that your blood cannot revive Yunmengze?"

Yun Zhongjun asked.

"The land beneath our feet may be a place of eternal death, with no possibility of resurrection. It involves too many secrets about the truth of the world." Feng Qingyan sighed and shook his head, "Qingyan is powerless at the moment, please forgive me, Lord Yunzhong."

"Eternal Death?"

Yun Zhongjun frowned in confusion.

"The so-called eternal death place is just my way of saying it, because I feel that the death place under my feet has existed forever. Moreover, it will remain in a state of death forever, so I call it the eternal death place."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"Stay dead forever? Unable to change?"

Yun Zhongjun was a little shocked.

"If one day, it suddenly comes back to life, it will not be an eternal dead place." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "So, its state is fixed and cannot be changed. It will definitely remain dead forever."

"Why is there such a horrible place of death?"

Yun Zhongjun said a little dazed.

"I don't know either. Maybe there is a reason for its existence." Feng Qingyan shook his head. He couldn't figure it out, but the Eternal Death Land gave him that feeling. "However, I will find a way to try to influence it. I hope I can change the inevitable state."

Yun Zhongjun smiled bitterly and asked, "Does this place of death exist at the same time as heaven and earth?"

"should be."

Feng Qingyan thought about it and nodded.

Yun Zhongjun didn't say much, and he was still a little skeptical about what Feng Qingyan said. After all, this was just Feng Qingyan's words, and it might not be correct...

Seeing that he couldn't come up with anything from his research, Feng Qingyan said goodbye.

but.

He came to the foot of Wushan Mountain and said, "Ah Heng."

"What is the canonization?"

Ah Heng walked down from Wushan, seeming a little surprised.

"Heng has known for a long time that Yunmeng Lake and the East China Sea are eternal death places? Heng was born in the ancient times, so he should have some understanding of eternal death places."

Feng Qingyan said that he wanted to learn some information about the eternal death place from Ah Heng.

"I never knew."

Ah Heng shook his head, which surprised Feng Qingyan.

"Ah Heng doesn't know?" Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, and said, "Then Ah Heng, do you know the Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors? Do you know the Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor?"

"Never heard of it."

Ah Heng said.

Feng Qingyan frowned slightly. Logically speaking, whether it was the Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors or the Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor, they should all be terrifying existences from the ancient times. Since Ah Heng was born in the ancient times and was the Emperor's sister, she should know...

Is it that Ah Heng doesn’t want to say it, or is it that Ah Heng doesn’t know?
Or did Ah Heng forget?
Feng Qingyan left without saying anything more.

Ah Heng stared at the figure in white going away, then silently returned to the sea of ​​clouds in Wushan, only to see Yun Yi already waiting there.

"Teacher, how much of what Canonized Saint said is true?"

Yun Zhongjun asked.

"What does Yun Yi think?" Ah Heng asked.

"Three points are true, the other seven points..." Yun Zhongjun shook his head and said, "Whether it is the East China Sea or my Yunmengze, how can it be an eternal death place? If it is an eternal death place, how did I, Yun Yi, come into being? However, perhaps my Yunmengze and the East China Sea are hiding many secrets..."

Ah Heng still didn't say anything.

Feng Qingyan could no longer manage Yunmengze and Donghai, even if he wanted to.

At this time he went to the Burial Mountain. When he arrived at the Burial Mountain, he did not stop, but continued to fly northward until he came to the Misty Ice Field and stopped.

He found that the ghost fog on the misty ice field seemed to have become lighter and less mysterious.

Without thinking much, he walked into the dark space with twisted black lines again and found that the darkness was dead silent. There was no strange sound at all, and he did not see any twisted black lines.

At this moment he stood there in a daze.

After looking around, I still didn't see any twisted black lines. I felt more and more uneasy, and even a little sad.

Could it be that the twisted black lines have all turned into soul ink and become a bridge of guidance?
"Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection..."

"I want to be resurrected..."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

He thought back to when he first saw the twisted black line.

The twisted black line has an extremely strong desire to resurrect, as well as an extremely strong killing intent, and is trying its best to find a slight chance of resurrection.

Finally met him.

So there was a glimmer of chance for resurrection.

But who could have imagined that in the end they would not be able to be resurrected and would completely disappear from the world.

They were all emperors of heaven and earth, but they died for unknown reasons. However, Feng Qingyan vaguely guessed that they died in battle, in an extremely heroic and tragic battle...

And they failed.

So they were unwilling to give in and wanted to fight again...

They kept looking for opportunities to revive and wanted to conquer the world again, but in the end they had to turn into soul ink and become part of the bridge of guidance.

This trace of immortal soul eventually turned into an immortal bridge of guidance.

Didn't they know that after they turned into soul ink, they would completely disappear between heaven and earth? They knew, but they still turned into soul ink in order to draw the bridge that would lead the twelve emperors who defied the heavens...

Aren't they willing?

Do they regret it?
They are indeed reluctant, but they have no regrets.

The reason they were unwilling to give up was that they could no longer fight and kill enemies. But using their immortal souls as a bridge to guide the return of the Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors, didn't they regret it?

They have no regrets.

Never regret it.

Because the Twelve Heaven-Defying Emperors are much stronger than them...

They are willing to exchange the last bit of their immortal soul for the return of the Twelve Heaven-defying Emperors.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stood silently in the twisted space, trying to find a twisted black line, but failed.

In such a huge twisted space, there was not a single twisted black line.

And at the end of the earth, on that mysterious rough black line, countless tombstones weathered and turned into dust.

"The sky is vast, the wilderness is boundless, and beneath the earth, people are in mourning..."

Feng Qingyan murmured as he came out of the twisted black line space.

He stood on the misty ice field with a somewhat sad expression. Moreover, as he emerged from the distorted space, the ghost fog on the ice field dissipated.

Soon it disappeared completely.

All that was left was an endless expanse of gray ice...

The misty ice field that had existed since ancient times completely withdrew from the world and history at this moment.

Perhaps thousands of years later, people no longer know that the Misty Icefield ever existed, let alone the Emperor of Heaven and Earth who transformed into a twisted black line...

Feng Qingyan looked at the dissipating ghost fog and wanted to reach out to grab it, but he couldn't.

I can only watch it dissipate.

From then on, who would have known that there had once been emperors of heaven and earth under the misty ice? Who would have known that these immortal emperors of heaven and earth were willing to turn into a bridge in order to bring back the twelve emperors who defied the heavens?

Do not know why.

He suddenly thought of the Emperor...

At this moment he bowed to the gray ice field.

With this bow, I feel happy and happy to meet my soulmate, and the peach blossoms also smile and reflect on the altar.

He smiled and left the ice field. Although the world did not know of their existence, he knew that they would always live in his heart. As long as he was alive, they would always exist, never disappear, and never "die"...

And they don't need the world to know.

I don’t know when.

In Feng Qingyan's mind, a gray arch bridge emerged. It was the bridge of guidance that once disappeared in the secret realm of Dongshan.

It never disappeared, nor did it collapse.

It has always been in Feng Qingyan's mind and in his soul, like a brand.

As long as Feng Qingyan is not dead, it will exist forever.

As long as Feng Qingyan is alive, it can illuminate the heavens.

As long as Feng Qingyan is not dead, it can guide the souls of the dead.

If you could observe Feng Qingyan's soul, you would be able to see a mark shaped like an arch bridge on his soul.

That is the bridge of guidance.

As soon as he had a thought, the bridge of guidance illuminated the heavens and guided all souls back home...

After a while.

Feng Qingyan came to the Wanli Changting, but he did not go to the First City. Although the Wanli Changting no longer needed to be guarded, there were still many literati in the First City.

They are still guarding.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan looked at the "hell" that seemed to be stuck at the entrance to the Yellow Springs ghost land, and he thought of the "hell" drawn by Miss Hou Xihe.

He was thinking, should he take over Miss Yaoyao’s “hell” as well?

After all, being stuck at the entrance to the Yellow Springs Ghost Land is not a big deal.

However, for the time being, he did not take action, but came to the netherworld to see how the netherworld managed by Gong Lu (the Grand Commander) was doing. He also ordered Gong Lu to lead 400,000 ghost soldiers to build Fengdu City, and he didn't know what it looked like now.

After a while.

He arrived at Mount Feng and saw a towering black city standing on Mount Feng...

However, Fengdu City has not been completely completed yet, and there are still many ghost soldiers busy at this moment. And around the netherworld, Gonglu has also built many cities, etc...

Moreover, most of the souls in the underworld have regained consciousness and awareness.

Many dead souls became ghost soldiers.

Feng Qingyan checked secretly, found nothing wrong, and left.

At this moment, he returned to the Yellow Springs Ghost Land, staring at the "Hell" above his head, thinking about how to bring "Hell" to an end.

But he still had to face a problem.

The world behind the ghost gate.

What does he need to do to restore the world behind the Ghost Gate, the world that the Man in White walked into.

The Man in White was a clone he created, but now he has disappeared.

He couldn't sense the existence of his clone, and he didn't know whether Bai Yijun was dead or alive, or what he saw and heard in that world...

After a while.

Feng Qingyan shook his head, seeming quite dissatisfied with his own indecision.

Since "Hell" was already in front of him, if he didn't take it now, when would he wait? Should he consider it for another two or three years? Why would he need to consider it for several years when he could decide it in a moment? So, he immediately revealed the ghost gate behind him and took "Hell" away.

After the Ghost Gate emerged, black chains of laws emerged and quickly merged into "Hell".

After a few days, the Ghost Gate finally merged with "Hell".

"Received."

Feng Qingyan had an idea.

The "hell" that had been stuck in the ghost land of the underworld for a long time began to vibrate slightly.

Then it disappeared.

This naturally attracted the attention of Wanli Changting and Youming, but before they arrived, Feng Qingyan left quickly.

Shortly after.

He returned to the misty ice field again.

At this moment, he made the Ghost Gate appear and let the five taboos push open the Ghost Gate. Then he walked in with some curiosity to see what the difference was between the ghost realm with two levels of hell.

The first feeling he had when he entered the ghost realm was that it became more solid.

He walked through the gallery and came to the end of it, where he saw two huge black shadows, like two large millstones slowly turning up and down, emitting a mysterious and terrifying aura.

Unfortunately, he still could not enter "hell" and could not get a glimpse of the true face of "hell".

He was still quite looking forward to "Hell".

Not long after, he came out of the ghost realm, took a look at the gray ice field, and went to the Burial Mountain.

Ever since the Bridge of Reception illuminated the sky and he stood on the bridge to enjoy the scenery, countless people all over the world have been looking for him, but no one knows where he is.

Countless people want to ask, what exactly is the Bridge of Reception?

Why can he stand on the bridge?

now.

He finally returned to the Burial Mountain.

It is still spring now, and the flowers are in full bloom.

The burial mountain is still deep, but lush and green, with countless gorgeous flowers in bloom.

He came to the funeral palace quietly, stood in front of the palace gate, looked at the forbidden "Qingjia" and "Xiangliu", and didn't say much.

He walked into the funeral palace.

The bronze coffin turned into a black pottery flowerpot, and the red spider lilies in the pot still pointed to the west.

Two major taboos still exist in the West.

A moment later, he came out of the funeral palace and returned to the academy to meet his teacher.

"Qingyan, what bridge is that bridge of guidance?"

An Xiu really couldn't help asking, and he was asking on behalf of countless people in the world.

"That is the Bridge of Reception. It can receive the souls of the dead in the heavens. It is also a bridge for the dead." Feng Qingyan said, "Teacher, do you want to ask, what is the origin of this Bridge of Reception? Why am I standing on the bridge?"

An Xiu hesitated for a moment and then nodded, saying, "If it's inconvenient, you don't have to tell me."

"It's not inconvenient. The bridge of guidance was drawn by my disciple himself."

Feng Qingyan said calmly, but in An Xiu's ears, it was undoubtedly the thunder of the nine heavens, which shocked him. "Perhaps the teacher already knew that Yunmengze was dead, Donghai was dead, and the Bridge of Guidance could appear in the world, which was indeed closely related to them. It can also be said that it was because of their death that the Bridge of Guidance was built..."

An Xiu remained silent for a long time, and then he said, "Do you really need to draw the bridge of guidance?"

Feng Qingyan was silent for a moment and then nodded.

"Can the Bridge of Guidance really guide the dead souls of the heavens?" An Xiu was still a little curious. After all, not many people in the world knew that the heavens really existed.

Although many people say "all the heavens", not everyone takes it seriously.

This is just talk.

“Yes.” Feng Qingyan said, “Standing at the highest point of the Bridge of Reception, you can roughly see the outline of the heavens.”

"What does the heavens look like?"

An Xiu asked curiously. He also had a yearning for the heavens in his heart. If possible, he would definitely travel to the heavens.

"A bunch of them, right? That's what I saw, but it wasn't clear. Perhaps the heavens I saw were just appearances."

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said.

Regarding the bridge of guidance, he mentioned some things but did not mention others.

He didn't even mention the eternal death waiting for him, because even if he did, the teacher wouldn't know and wouldn't understand...

After he left.

An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui looked at each other in silence.

They never imagined that such a terrifying bridge of guidance, which not only burst out with the power of reincarnation, was filled with the power of time and space, and contained the power of dreams, was actually drawn by Feng Qingyan.

Moreover, it was actually drawn.

The most important thing is that it can guide the souls of the dead in the heavens. Can even the saints do this?

When the leader received An Xiu's letter, he was speechless and powerless.

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