Luo Jianqing remained silent.
A faint light flashed in Jiulian's deep eyes: "I choose to become this sky. From now on, the way of heaven exists, and Jiulian is immortal, but Jiulian will never be Jiulian again. I will live forever, but I will no longer have the right to choose."
The Way of Heaven is Jiulian, but Jiulian is not the Way of Heaven. He seized Heaven, but Heaven also seized him.
Jiulian shared eternal life with the Heavenly Dao, yet he lived on, living forever in the most tragic way. He watched as the withered mountain range, home to the sixty-four demon lords, crumbled one by one, and watched as each gust of wind from the Wind God Sea further shattered the soul of a powerful human. He watched the Mo family decline day by day, no longer the head of the aristocratic families, and watched as Mo Qing's descendants were banished to the cold desert, suffering untold hardships.
He used his eyes to watch for thirty thousand years.
Seeing that the human race and the demon race were mortal enemies, and seeing the blood of the powerful people of the two races spilled all over the Xuantian Continent.
In the past thirty thousand years, no one has become an immortal; in the past thirty thousand years, the world has changed dramatically!
What was all this all about? Why was Heaven so cruel to the millions of beings on Xuantian Continent? Why couldn't anyone on Xuantian Continent achieve immortality? Everything seemed to be moving toward a fixed destiny, as if someone had set up a series of loops, forcing everything in the world to follow their trajectory, advancing step by step.
Jiulian smiled faintly, holding the small storage ring. His smile was pale and powerless. He was just a remnant of soul, clinging to the Jiulian Heaven-Seizing Record. He had no spiritual power, and it was impossible to tell when he would quietly dissipate.
Luo Jianqing's eyes were gloomy, not knowing what to say. After pondering for a long time, he still did not put down the Frost Floating Sword pointing at the Nine Lotus Venerable. Instead, he asked solemnly, "You cannot control the way of heaven?"
Jiulian shook her head gently: "After becoming the Heavenly Dao, I am no longer myself."
Luo Jianqing said coldly: "Then how should I overthrow you?"
Jiulian said: "You are too weak, only comparable to Mingjia back then, not as strong as Moqing, not as strong as Cangruo, not as strong as my former self, and even less so than me who has already integrated into the Heavenly Dao."
Luo Jianqing was resolute and resolute: "How can I overthrow you?"
Jiulian's expression was stern. "Only by comprehending the eighth plunder can you possibly overthrow me. But I know you can't retreat any further at this moment. I am just a remnant soul before you, a trace of obsession, sleeping for 30,000 years, without any spiritual power. I can't do much for you, but today, I will take you to the end."
On the long, narrow, dark road, a blue lotus jade lamp slowly moved, guiding the way ahead. There was no more lightning or thunder on this road, but there were faint gusts of wind blowing from afar, blowing Luo Jianqing's hair back.
When he reached the ninth step, a gleaming line appeared before Luo Jianqing's eyes. He dodged it and continued forward.
However, as he walked further, these lines became more and more numerous, until finally, they became unavoidable, forming a curtain of light that blocked Luo Jianqing's path. On this curtain of light, time flowed by, reflected in Luo Jianqing's eyes, shocking him and causing him to sink into it.
When I opened my eyes again, it was Yuxiao Peak.
The bamboo forest was shady, rustling in the breeze. Two elegant bamboo houses loomed among the green bamboos. Luo Jianqing pushed aside the leaves and stepped forward. Before he left the forest, he saw a figure in white standing in the herb garden in front of the bamboo house, nourishing these spiritual herbs with spiritual power.
The man looked up and saw Luo Jianqing, his expression was cold and indifferent, and he said calmly: "Jianqing, why did you take so long this time?"
Luo Jianqing walked forward with a smile and gently hugged the man. The latter opened his eyes wide in surprise, but before he could say a second word, the illusion shattered.
When Luo Jianqing opened his eyes again, Venerable Jiulian stood beside him, holding the Azure Lotus Jade Lamp, looking at him calmly. Luo Jianqing nodded slightly, and Venerable Jiulian also nodded slightly. Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword and, with powerful spiritual power, activated the "Nine Lotuses Heaven-Seizing Record". With a single strike, he pierced the light curtain and continued forward.
Then, there was the second ray of light.
This time, the illusion was in Fengcheng, Wusha Country. Luo Jianqing stood shoulder to shoulder with the man, waiting to buy a piece of Fenggao. After buying the piece, Luo Jianqing took a light bite, then smiled, raised the corner of his lips, and offered it to the man.
The man was quite flattered and took a small piece. Luo Jianqing smiled and asked, "Master, what does it taste like?"
The man thought for a moment and said softly, "It's a little cool."
Luo Jianqing smiled: "I feel... very bitter."
The next moment, the illusion shattered again.
As the curtains of light appeared, Luo Jianqing's time lost in the illusion grew longer and longer. Jiulian's remnant soul, clinging to its own natal lamp, quietly waited nearby. This illusion was useless to him, and he didn't worry about whether Luo Jianqing would become trapped and unable to extricate himself. He simply watched Luo Jianqing's calm expression, his gaze growing deeper and deeper.
When the two reached the end, a light curtain stretched from sky to earth in front of Luo Jianqing.
This time, Luo Jianqing closed his eyes and didn't open them again until three days and three nights had passed.
When he opened his eyes, they were moist with a hint of tears. In the blink of an eye, tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.
At this point, Jiulian finally couldn't help but ask, "Your strength is far inferior to mine back then, so when you encountered this light curtain formed by the long river of time, you couldn't directly break through it. But I never thought you could break through the illusion at such a fast speed. What did you encounter in the illusion?"
When he raised his head again, Luo Jianqing had already calmed down, his eyes were dark and calm.
"What did I encounter? Venerable Jiulian, I think your strength was greatly reduced during your second attempt to seize the sky, and you should have been stopped by this final light curtain. What did you encounter then?"
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