He was useless enough, but he was not afraid of fighting or dying.
There were monks lying all around, the ground was stained with blood, and the sky and earth were reflected in blood red.
Shen Qing looked up at the sky. The battle there was still going on, but now it had become Yan Rong who was brutally beating the other cultivators around him.
The world was desolate and barren, and this journey of Pankong Pojing seemed to have come to an end.
It is no longer a battle within the Pankong inner world, nor is it a battle between the Pankong world and the Yunyan world.
The cruelty and bloodiness of war came head-on.
In this war that seems to be a natural disaster, but also seems to be a man-made disaster, those who fall and are buried are no longer the so-called "strong or weak."
Shen Qingyi had almost no place to step. The smell of blood that hit his nose had already overwhelmed the original smell of the bloody monster.
“Boom boom!”
Another deafening explosion was heard, and a dazzling light burst out from the sky.
It was a self-explosion, and the aura of the dissipated Yuan Ling slapped Shen Qingyi's face.
The despair, anger, and extreme sadness almost made it hard to breathe.
Another high-level monk self-destructed...
"Owner……"
Zhu Sheng's voice sounded from the sea of consciousness, as if he could sense Shen Qingyi's mood at the moment. Zhu Sheng, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Master, this is war. The cultivators always say that the purpose of cultivating immortality is to become powerful. Powerful? To protect oneself?"
"Indeed, during a war, powerful monks have a higher chance of surviving, but only slightly."
"Look."
The Zhusheng sword in his hand emitted a faint green light, and the tip of the pen pointed to a messy place.
"There... the fallen cultivators included not only those who were practicing Qi, but also those who were in the Nascent Soul stage, some who were even in the Out-of-Body stage, or even worse, those who were in the Fusion stage..."
The Zhu Sheng at this moment is a little different from the Zhu Sheng of the past. At this moment, another shadow seems to appear on its body.
Through the contract with Shen Qingyi, Zhu Sheng saw the scene of Pan Kong Po Jing at this moment.
How is Pan Kong Po Jing at this moment similar to before?
"So, the powerful people the world pursues... tell me, is it for self-preservation, for survival, or for competition? For war, for the loss of more cultivators..."
"Shen Qingyi..."
Unlike Zhu Sheng's previous soft voice, this time the voice is mature.
Sensing Shen Qingyi's emotional fluctuations, Zhu Sheng spoke.
"Don't worry. I am the former spirit of the Zhusheng... The former spirit of the weapon. I was simply affected by the aura here and awakened the last remnant of consciousness I had planted within the Zhusheng."
"When I wake up this time, it will... completely dissipate."
It's funny to say, he used to be disdainful of it.
Battles, wars? These were just normal things that monks had to face.
This is even more true for weapons and weapon spirits.
Fighting alongside its master is perhaps the most basic requirement for being a qualified weapon, an excellent weapon.
But later, Zhu Sheng realized that it was just the most basic "sharpness" of a weapon.
Unfortunately, these were things he had not realized until his death and disappearance.
Until the birth of the Zhusheng spirit, the ignorant and almost instinctive Zhusheng, who was not yet a spiritual spirit at that time, met Shen Qingyi.
"Shen Qingyi, I suddenly understand why Zhu Sheng chose you."
The newly born Zhu Sheng was not the same as before. Zhu Sheng chose Shen Qingyi on instinct, and it was Shen Qingyi who made Zhu Sheng give birth to a new spirit, a spirit different from the previous one.
"You possess something different, something that is the purest faith. It's something we never possessed before. Do you know why?"
"Because a person's growth and pursuits are all different, and their differences are not solely determined by the individual. You'll find that whether a cultivator is human or demon, the development of their thoughts cannot be separated from their environment."
"Even in the heyday of the immortal cultivation world, I've never heard of such a belief. So I'm curious about what kind of world... what kind of people... what kind of environment... gave rise to you."
What kind of world?
"I'm even more curious. Even though Zhu Sheng is your life-defining weapon, why can't he see through your past? I'm the same..."
Such things made Zhu Sheng suspect that Shen Qingyi either had a sacred weapon that was more powerful than Zhu Sheng's, or he was the reincarnation of a powerful person, or someone had set restrictions on his body or soul.
The first situation is ruled out first. If there is a rare treasure, even if the grade is much higher than Zhu Sheng, as a holy weapon, it will still have some response after the spirit of the weapon is activated.
As for the second and third types...
"Can you tell me what kind of world your world is?"
Her world.
"Green mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming, everyone has something to do, the world is full of vitality... this must be a peaceful and prosperous era."
Zhusheng was stunned. Prosperous times?
Something suddenly flashed through my mind.
"Shen Qingyi..."
Looking at the brilliance in Shen Qingyi's eyes, Mu Zhusheng seemed to see that world from those clear eyes.
That is the place that Shen Qingyi has always held on to in his heart.
The scenes passed quickly bit by bit, and Zhu Sheng seemed to be watching Shen Qingyi's life as he grew up.
Until the light hit his face, Shen Qingyi opened his eyes and became Shen Qingyi in the world of immortal cultivation.
After a long time, Zhu Sheng suddenly smiled.
"I see! I see!"
A spiritual light exploded before his eyes, and the green light on Zhu Sheng's body slowly gathered to form a vague shadow.
The shadow looked at Shen Qingyi, and for some reason she saw a hint of kindness in his eyes.
It was as if he was looking at his own child.
"Do you know why you are here?"
This is a question that Shen Qingyi has always been puzzled about. Perhaps she once thought that she was just like the male and female protagonists in other novels, accidentally traveling through time and space, and even traveling into a novel about cultivating immortals.
But now, she doesn't think so.
This world is real. It is not just a world where the male and female protagonists cultivate immortality and fight monsters. Every life is alive.
Moreover, those familiar old friends also made her feel that perhaps her arrival was not just an accident.
"Perhaps you already have some suspicions, and just as you expected, your arrival is not an accident. Your world may exist... or it may not."
Shen Qingyi's heart suddenly jumped.
"What's the meaning?"
"Ever heard of a mirage?"
Shen Qing nodded.
"Actually, in our area, we have another way of saying mirage: an illusion might not just be an illusion; it could be real. And the real might not be real; it could be fake. It's just that we each stand in different places and from different perspectives, and we view other things from a self-centered perspective."
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