Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, and a small world was crashing towards the human race’s cave, with flames shooting up into the sky and the ground rolling.
He was a little dazed and didn't react for a while.
Before he could make a move, figures of the human race rose into the air, and hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators worked together to move the small world back.
Now his children have grown up and no longer need his careful care.
About an hour later, more than a dozen wounded Yuanying were pressed into the White Jade Palace and knelt under the high platform. They were all the leaders of the Heaven and Earth Furnace, and each of them could be called a master of their generation, but now they were in such a miserable state.
The temporary head of the Ship Department bowed and said, "My Immortal, these traitors violated the law and discipline to lure others into the furnace of heaven and earth. They should have gone through 18 procedures before they could be saved. But they actually skipped 17 procedures and only left the last step."
"The Ship Management Department noticed it first, and the traitors were so angry that they started a rebellion, intending to use the Heaven and Earth Furnace to hit Shengshi Cave Heaven."
"Such a heinous crime, he deserves death!"
The temporary chief of the Shipping Department spoke harshly, perhaps because he had just taken office and wanted to show off, unlike Master Feixing who spoke up to help Li Changsheng make decisions.
Although he was not wrong and deserved to die, he still ended up being treated badly.
Some old men shook their heads secretly, saying that these new masters were more than one level lower than Master Feixing.
Li Changsheng cast his eyes towards the wounded Yuanyings and asked calmly, "Children, I don't want to kill you. Give me a reason not to kill you."
Faced with his questions, some people lowered their heads in shame, some burst into tears, some were on the verge of collapse, and some even begged for mercy, but without exception, no one dared to look directly into Li Changsheng's eyes.
No one could give a reason why Li Changsheng should not kill him.
After a long time, Li Changsheng waved his hand and lightning flashed, and everyone turned into ashes.
Another group of people left, and I sent them off personally.
Looking back over the past five thousand years, old friends have passed away and new people have come.
Reality, the temple of incense and worship.
Panhu closed his eyes with difficulty. Li Changsheng didn't cry, but his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
I tried my best to control myself, to close my eyes, and even opened my mouth wide to let my anger overwhelm my sadness. But it was useless in the end. The most offensive thing in the world is the mortal world.
There is great terror between life and death, both your own and that of others.
He does not have the emotions of ordinary people. He has seven emotions and six desires, but they are not what ordinary people imagine. Logically speaking, he has no feelings about the departure of his relatives, nor will he be sad because of it.
But Panhu walked into Li Changsheng's past and entered a world of mortal immortals.
At first he didn't care much, immersed in all kinds of Taoist magic, but later as he slowly got into the play, Panhu felt a kind of heaviness, which was not physical but spiritual.
I can't forget, nor do I allow myself to forget. I remember the past over and over again, remember every moment of my old friends, remember their every frown and smile.
Every step Li Changsheng took seemed like he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.
How strong must a person's will be to be able to carry such a heavy burden for thousands of years?
"Are you okay?"
There was inevitably a hint of concern and curiosity in Dayu Yansheng's words, and he felt a little chilly just watching.
Crying is just an expression, inside is a past that can make the formless cry.
It may also be that Panhu was too deeply involved in the story, but judging from his reaction, at least from a human perspective, Li Changsheng's past was terrifying.
Even if Panhu brought his mentality into humans, he was still a human without form, so how could he lose his composure like that?
"I have no idea."
Panhu was a little dazed, with pictures flashing before his eyes, and he still felt a vague sense of suffocation.
"Brother, I feel like I can't walk for ten thousand years. I don't dare."
Don’t dare?
Dayu Yansheng became even more curious and asked quickly, "What did you see?"
"I said before that everyone is dead. All the people who were close to Li Changsheng are dead, but he still has an extremely long life." Panhu replied.
"That's it?"
Dayu Yansheng couldn't understand, the so-called relatives died.
Although there was a "relative" in front of him, Panhu would never be sad if he died. At most, he would only feel angry for dying at the hands of others.
They have been fighting each other for thousands of years just to kill each other, so how could they allow others to snatch food from their mouths? At the same time, if the Way of Time is stolen, even a little bit, it may cause their own incompleteness.
"Yes, that's it."
Panhu lowered his eyelids, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his inner agitation gradually subsided.
“You have a body of extraordinary strength, but you can’t protect a single person. The greatest sorrow is not powerlessness or failure, but when you try your best and succeed, but the person you want to save is already dead.”
“I missed everybody.”
After saying this, Panhu fell completely silent, like a mortal in a depressed mood, as if he was looking for a way to break free.
Dayu Yansheng observed the changes in his aura and thought it should be the latter.
But the passage of time is mysterious and unpredictable. It can actually turn one into a completely different person. I wonder what Li Changsheng’s past was like.
Three days later, Panhu's body shook, and the spiritual light in his eyes dispelled all confusion. His aura continued to rise and reached a new height.
There is no clear definition of the realm of Wuxiang, nor is there any distinction between strong and weak.
But Panhu was obviously stronger than himself at this moment, and it was obvious that he had succeeded.
"How is it?" Dayu Yansheng asked, "How confident are you that you can fight against Li Changsheng at this moment?"
Panhu opened his eyes, lightning flashed in them, and he answered seriously, "I'm not sure."
(End of this chapter)
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