The wick vibrated more violently. Jiulian raised her finger and pressed it on the wick to calm it down.
Like a sigh from ancient times, Jiulian lowered her eyes slightly and said, "When my natal lamp goes out, this wisp of my obsession will no longer exist in this world. Your fate began when I fell, and it is no longer related to me or Mo Qing. Jiulian Qingmodan, perhaps it is this name that binds you. If he can succeed in seizing the heaven, from now on, I will no longer use this name to bind you. Wherever you want to go is your decision."
boom!
The wick of the Qinglian lamp shone with a dazzling brilliance, but Jiulian, with a stern expression, blocked the light with her palm, still channeling endless spiritual energy into the void power surrounding Luo Jianqing. He didn't notice a drop of blood and tear dripping down the wick, or perhaps, even if he did, he didn't care.
Finally, the first spark suddenly went out.
Then came the second spark, which suddenly went out.
Jiulian paused and became transparent. After a moment, he slowly reappeared.
At this moment, the void power surrounding Luo Jianqing had completely enveloped him. Those powers burned and vibrated frantically, transforming into threads visible to the naked eye, strangely entwining themselves with the bright red threads of reincarnation that lined the dark road.
At this moment, Jiulian saw a green light suddenly appear on the cocoon.
Luo Jianqing finally drew the first stroke.
He painted the lines calmly and steadily, neither fast nor slow. With each stroke, the void energy surrounding him would entwine some of the reincarnation lines. As he neared the end of his last stroke, all the reincarnation lines on this dark road were tightly entangled by the void energy.
Luo Jianqing made the final stroke!
Bang!
The power of nothingness formed a stranglehold, and with a bang, it crushed all the red reincarnation threads!
Then the next moment, the world changed, the dark road disappeared, Luo Jianqing also stepped out of the cocoon and saw Venerable Jiulian.
Jiulian's figure was now ethereal, and the light in his hand had completely lost its radiance. He was dressed in white, and his gaze was calm as he looked at Luo Jianqing. When he saw Luo Jianqing coming out, he rarely smiled, a smile that seemed to melt ice and snow, but it was only for a moment before disappearing.
Jiulian said calmly, "This is the end of where I can take you. From here on, everything depends on you."
Luo Jianqing turned his head and looked around. It was a world of white. There was snow-white under Luo Jianqing's feet. The sky looked like an upside-down round pot. The boundary between the sky and the earth was all white, and it was impossible to distinguish the boundary between them.
Luo Jianqing said: "What can I do here?"
Jiulian didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Why did you set up that Absolute God-Slaying Formation? That formation is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and is very restrictive and can't be moved at will. You set it up where Cang Ruo and the others fell. Although according to Mo Qing's calculations 30,000 years ago, that was the weakest point in Xuantian Continent, it has no effect on you."
Luo Jianqing said, "Venerable Jiulian, do you know why you failed to seize the sky?"
Jiulian's body trembled slightly, and his expression changed: "I haven't yet comprehended the true power of conquering the heavens, so I failed at the last moment."
Luo Jianqing shook his head. "Because you haven't encountered the best opportunity. Over the past fifty years, I have traveled all over Xuantian Continent and finally understood one thing. Since forty thousand years ago, many things that have happened throughout Xuantian Continent have been building momentum for one person."
"Forty thousand years ago, when Demon Venerable Cang Ruo was young, he ventured to the Cliff of Broken Love. Relying on the work of his ancestors, he laid nine layers of danger there. Thus, True Immortal Chi Yun's obsession and the Wutong Tree were hidden at the bottom of the Cliff of Broken Love, never to be discovered, waiting for only one person."
"Thirty thousand years ago, you had just reached the Spiritual Transformation stage and traveled with Senior Mo Qing. You arrived at the Land of Dream Demons and left a spiritual mark. Ten thousand years ago, that mark transformed into a Dream Demon, the only ten-thousand-year-old Dream Demon in Xuantian Continent. It has just shed its skin for the hundredth time, and it is waiting for someone."
"Your seizure of the heavens was beyond the expectations of the Heavenly Dao. But since then, the Far North has been formed. The Wind God Sea contains the spiritual power of eighty-one powerful humans, and the Dead Mountain Range contains the demon cores of sixty-four demon lords before their death. They are all waiting for someone to take them away."
"Twenty thousand years ago, a peerless master left behind a relic in the Flaming Sand Wasteland. It was waiting for someone."
"Ten thousand years ago, a fairy from the Feihua Sect disappeared in the Maojia Land. Everyone thought she had perished, but she left behind a trace of her spirit. She was waiting for someone who would practice dual cultivation with her, gain her final strength, and promise her a new life."
"Eight thousand years ago, a green snake with extraordinary talent rose to become a peerless demon king. Her name was Yin Ji, and she would later become one of a man's many companions. Two thousand years ago, a female cultivator, by chance, became a disciple of the Feihua Sect. She was extremely skilled in formations, and her name was Feng Si. Later, she would also become one of a man's companions."
Jiulian's eyes trembled. He had been sleeping for many years and woke up once when Luo Jianqing had just started practicing "Jiulian Doutianlu". After that, he only met Mo Qing because he woke up once.
And now...
"I have a close friend named Mo Qiu, also known as Mo Qianqiu." Luo Jianqing spoke calmly, "Over two thousand years ago, he was born into a small sect. Before he was ten, his family was exterminated and hunted by his enemies. He fled to the Flowing Wind Wasteland, then to the Demon Realm, suffering untold hardships. His life seemed eventful and magnificent, but from the moment he built his palace in the Demon Realm, it was destined that he would cultivate the Blood Spirit Method in order to break through to the Divine Transformation Realm. His Blood Spirit Fruit would be stolen, drifting to the Flowing Flame Valley, and then be obtained by someone."
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