Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 979: Gray Fog, Ballad, Scroll, Giant Finger

Chapter 979: Gray fog, ballads, scrolls, giant fingers...

The universe is vast.

The star field is endless.

However, in most places there are no stars, and it is as desolate and dark as death.

There is no sound in the vast universe.

Not to mention living beings, even a star is as tiny as a speck of dust.

In the vast universe, everything is insignificant.

Even if the stone ship is a thousand feet long.

but.

In the vast dark void, it is too tiny to be considered even a speck of dust.

Yan Qing was alone on the stone boat, sailing away with the boat.

It seems that I can't feel the passage of time.

When he opened his eyes, he was always faced with a dead starry sky, which made him feel extremely lonely and desolate.

At this moment, he was sitting quietly on the deck, as if he had experienced thousands of years, facing endless darkness and silence.

Almost going crazy.

"Am I...going to die?"

"It's a miracle that he can live this long without eating or drinking."

He tried hard to open his eyes and looked at his hands and body which had already become dry.

I don’t know how many days ago.

His body began to dry up, as if dried by the wind, leaving only a pair of eyes, which still showed a bit of life.

Is the stone boat carrying the ancient bronze coffin heading back to ancient times, or to the other side of the starry sky?

This has nothing to do with him.

No longer care.

In the vast universe, there is nothing.

He was the only one sitting on the deck of the stone boat, floating alone with the ancient bronze coffin, and there was nothing else.

gradually.

Yan Qing discovered that his heart was gradually aging, his hair was turning gray, and he looked like a wooden sculpture.

Sitting cross-legged on the deck, motionless.

Time flies.

I don’t know how many years have passed.

Yan Qing remained motionless, as if in a state of oblivion.

I don’t know what year it is today.

I don't know where I am.

I almost forgot myself...

His consciousness began to fall asleep, his soul also fell asleep, and he had no perception of the outside world.

It’s like sitting in meditation and passing away.

It's just that he doesn't know.

The soft white light emitted by the stone boat was constantly cleansing his body, otherwise his mortal body would be...

Already dead.

……

On the cliff of resurrection.

Feng Qingyan stood there in white clothes, also motionless.

At this moment, endless gray fog appeared around him, and a strong breath of reincarnation was emerging. And the reincarnation millstone was constantly turning...

I don’t know when.

His eyes shot open.

It penetrates through layers of time and space, and finally falls on a stone ship sailing alone in the universe.

He saw Yan Qing...

It’s just that Yan Qing’s consciousness was asleep, and his soul was also asleep.

If he continued to sleep, he might never wake up again and would die completely. However, this was not only the last hope of the Human Emperor, but also the last hope of Jiuzhou. How could he let Yan Qing die?

wake up!

Feng Qingyan shouted in his heart.

But, Yan Qing couldn't possibly hear it...

wake up!

Feng Qingyan stood on the Resurrection Cliff, shouting again and again...

But Yan Qing on the stone boat still couldn't wake up.

After a while.

Feng Qingyan stopped shouting.

He was thinking about how to wake Yan Qing up.

However, at some point, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that it was not just a matter of waking up! It was a matter of fate and destiny...

Fate is not dead, destiny is not born!
……

……

In the vast universe.

On the deck of the stone ship, Yan Qing was like a wooden sculpture, motionless...

His consciousness and soul were sleeping, and he seemed to be about to fall into a deep sleep, or even death. However, at this moment, the ancient bronze coffin in the cabin trembled slightly.

When Yan Qing's consciousness and soul fell into complete sleep or death.

A faint misty circle suddenly floated out from the ancient bronze coffin and fell onto his soul.

then.

When Yan Qing was about to die.

A misty circle appears on the soul.

The misty circle, half light gray and half pale white, is slowly rotating, somewhat resembling a Tai Chi circle.

As the circle slowly turned, it pulled his dying soul back.

again and again……

but.

Yan Qing could not wake up.

It seemed that he had fallen into a deep sleep, but was about to die.

……

On the cliff of resurrection.

The gray fog surrounding Feng Qingyan became thicker and thicker.

The reincarnation millstone was spinning madly, making bursts of terrifying noises that horrified the entire underworld.

Even in the world of the living, there is movement...

In the world of the living.

Countless supreme beings, upon hearing the sound of the wheel of reincarnation turning, all their faces changed drastically.

But at the moment.

Feng Qingyan couldn't stop, he needed to wake up Yan Qing...

"Fate doesn't die, destiny doesn't live..."

Feng Qingyan was murmuring softly.

He felt it faintly.

It seems that fate is dying, but destiny is not being born.

Only by awakening Yan Qing, perhaps destiny can be born. At this moment, his mind is spinning wildly.

In a split second, I don’t know how many times it has turned.

How many times has it been deduced?

now.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

In the north of the earth, there are imperial monuments standing like monuments...

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Feng Qingyan called out softly:

“Flowers bloom and fall; flowers bloom and fall;”

"The long river of time."

"A myth is a wave;"

"A myth is a teardrop."

"You are there in every part;"

"I am there in all gatherings and separations;"

"You and I are just passing by."

……

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Yan Qing is in a dream.

He seemed to hear a voice, a familiar voice, that seemed to be calling him...

Then he woke up and opened his eyes.

"Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine is a history book, a drop of blood is a monument!"

The ancient and meaningful voice seemed to fall from the sky.

Very vicissitudes of life.

It also carries a hint of sadness, which is soul-shaking.

There is an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

When Yan Qing's sleeping soul heard this, it trembled inexplicably and woke up from his dream.

"See the vast smoke waves through the ages, hear the gentle singing of the people for centuries..."

That ancient voice, full of meaning, seemed to come from ancient times and brought not only desolation.

It also brings hope...

……

now.

Yan Qing slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes, which had turned deathly gray, looked stiffly into the distance.

I saw an unopened scroll lying horizontally in the distant starry sky.

The scroll seemed to be slowly opening, emitting brilliant light.

The scroll is extremely huge, stretching for thousands or tens of thousands of miles, and emitting tiny bits of light.

In the starry sky, it is like a glowing galaxy, very conspicuous.

The scroll seems to be composed of nine paintings, each of which is lifelike, like a real world, extremely magical.

just.

These nine paintings seem familiar.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly remembered, the ancient bronze coffin!

The nine paintings in the scroll are almost identical to the nine carvings on the ancient bronze coffin.

But the picture in front of me is so huge, stretching across the starry sky, it is quite shocking.

The appearance of the scroll.

Yan Qing clearly felt the stone boat tremble slightly, as if it was filled with joy, which made him a little surprised.

At this time, the stone boat flew towards the scroll at a rapid speed.

It seems to be included in the painting!
“Is this about to fly into the world in the painting?”

Yan Qing was stunned and was extremely shocked. What kind of operation was this?
but.

Just as the stone boat was about to fly into the painting.

An extremely terrifying aura suddenly descended from the deepest part of the sky, causing his soul to tremble.

It was like meeting the god of death.

This terrifying aura, carrying with it endless pressure, almost crushed him into dust.

This was simply unbearable for him.

Rumble!
With a loud bang that shocked the world, the stone boat trembled violently, as if it was attacked by something terrifying.

Yan Qing was terrified.

Don't know what happened.

At this moment, he twisted his stiff neck and looked up at the sky, and saw an extremely huge stone pillar standing in the depths of the sky.

The stone pillar is probably tens of thousands of miles high.

It is even larger than the vast picture scroll across the starry sky.

It was that huge stone pillar that prevented the stone boat from flying into the painting.

"what is this?"

When he saw it clearly, Yan Qing was extremely shocked. It was as if a thousand waves were rising in his heart, and even his eyes became a little dull.

Along the way.

He saw an incomparably huge ancient bronze coffin, a stone ship over a thousand feet long, and a vast painting of thousands of miles...

What on earth is this?
Is it...

Did I really follow the stone boat into a vast mythical world?

Also, my body had become like a mummy, with no blood circulation and even no heartbeat, but I was not dead yet.

But right now.

Yan Qing's eyes suddenly widened and a look of horror appeared on his face.

That's not a stone pillar at all.

But it was a finger with only two joints.

This finger is pure white and crystal clear, like a huge white jade pillar, emitting strands of bright light.

The texture on it is faintly visible.

This, this stone pillar that is thousands of miles tall is actually a finger!
Yan Qing couldn't believe his eyes. How could there be such a huge finger in the world? How tall was the owner of that finger?

How many miles high?
How can this be?

Even the Titans in mythology were only a hundred feet tall.

This was completely beyond his imagination.

"Are you carrying your emperor back to his homeland?"

It seems to be above the sky.

A hoarse voice sounded, carrying with it supreme majesty.

Although the voice was calm, it carried with it a boundless domineering aura that would not tolerate any infringement by others.

"Emperor?"

Yan Qing was a little surprised.

Although it had been guessed long ago that the person in the ancient bronze coffin was not an ordinary person, it was unexpected that he was actually the "Emperor".

What kind of emperor is that?

He was very curious.

boom!
When Yan Qing was surprised.

That incomparably huge finger pressed down again, pressing towards the stone boat, carrying with it an extremely terrifying aura.

The heaven, earth and universe trembled.

It seemed as if it could not withstand its pressure and was about to break into pieces.

And at this time.

The mast of the stone ship fell down with a loud bang, smashed into the distance, and hit an extremely distant star.

The star couldn't bear the force of that mast and exploded instantly.

Just like fireworks blooming.

Incredibly gorgeous.

Yan Qing stared blankly at the exploding star, completely stunned.

The destructive power was so terrifying that it far exceeded his concept of mythology. In the blink of an eye, a star was destroyed?

Is this the power of God?
just.

He didn't see that the space was boiling...

But at this moment.

One after another, phantoms walked out of the stone boat.

However, their figures became fainter and fainter, so faint that they were almost unrecognizable.

They were dressed in cloth, blue shirt, or Confucian robes, carrying zithers, swords, chess pieces, pens, or fans...

"Eighty-one saints from ancient times to the present?"

"You guys, weren't you already dead? Why are you still haunting me?"

Deep in the sky.

The hoarse voice seemed to be stunned for a moment.

The eighty-one phantoms said nothing, but stood guard above the stone ship, protecting the ancient bronze coffin in the stone ship...

"You can be killed while alive, and you can be destroyed after death."

"Humph!"

That hoarse voice was speaking, with disdain in its supreme majesty.

He seemed to look down upon those eighty-one people.

Yan Qing was stunned. Are they all dead?

just.

Who are these eighty-one saints?
They were dead, so why did they appear in the stone ship?

them……

Is it to carry their emperor back to his homeland?
Doubts arose in Yan Qing's mind, and he was still a little frightened as he looked at the giant finger deep in the sky.

The giant finger was standing quietly, emitting an extremely powerful pressure.

It seems that there is no hurry to destroy the stone ship.

At this time, eighty-one phantoms walked upwards step by step, and an unparalleled powerful aura appeared on their bodies.

It's just countless times weaker than the giant finger.

Eighty-one phantoms appeared, and then eighty-one majestic white gas columns appeared.

At this moment, their shadows also instantly turned into hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of feet, fighting against the giant finger in the sky.

It's just that the giant finger is too solid.

"The ghost lingers!"

Said that hoarse voice.

He still did not take the eighty-one phantoms seriously.

At this moment, the giant finger pressed down, and it was unstoppable. The aura was so powerful that the whole universe trembled.

“Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!”

Grief and indignant voices rang out between heaven and earth, filled with a murderous aura.

Eighty-one huge phantoms, like sharp arrows, holding knives, swords, books, chess pieces, pianos and other objects, rushed towards the giant finger at a rapid speed.

boom--

In an instant, the wind and clouds rose and the sky and the earth changed color.

Pieces of space were torn apart, making sharp shattering sounds.

The eighty-one virtual figures rushed forward as if they were returning home to their own death, looking extremely tragic and heroic. Like moths to a flame, they resolutely withstood the fall of the giant finger again and again.

And white gas columns burst out from their bodies.

It is also fading away little by little.

Their figures became more vague and fainter, as if they were about to disappear.

At this moment, Yan Qing on the deck was watching all this in a daze.

Unable to speak.

All this was beyond his imagination.

as time goes by.

Eighty-one phantoms were destroyed countless times.

But, it gathers together again and again.

However, every time it condenses, the shadow becomes fainter and weaker.

From the original ten thousand feet, to a thousand feet, then to a hundred feet, fifty feet, ten feet...

At last.