Xuanxia

Chapter 1135 Heavenly Power
What is the power and authority of the Way of Heaven?
Control everything, know everything, destroy everything?
Before today, perhaps no one could truly understand it.

Just like Ning Baimei.

His cultivation has almost reached the Tao, and his understanding of cultivation is top-notch in the world. In his understanding, if the way of heaven is split into two, their battle will inevitably turn the heaven and earth upside down and destroy the mountains and rivers!

However, when Fu Qingzhou stood face to face with that "Him" and started the "battle", Ning Baimei realized that he was wrong.

heaven...

Moisturizes things, quietly.

There are no falling stars, no dimming of the sun and moon, and no collapse of the heavens and earth.

As Ning Baimei was the one closest to the battlefield, the first thing he felt was "tearing" - the tearing that came from his own heart!
For countless years, he had always believed in everything he had done and had never doubted it. It was not because he did not know how to think, but because he had truly experienced that kind of "hell".

The thousand years he spent in the cave were not wasted.

"Fang Ruyue" is a person transformed by his mother Jiang Lingyun, and is Jiang Lingyun's first creation. From his physical body to his soul, he is very different from ordinary people. To put it in human terms... he has been twisted a little and his training has been ruined.

In order to fulfill their plan, Fang Ruyue had to completely replace her body and soul from beginning to end and truly complete a rebirth.

Only by reaching the realm of "shortcut" can he bear His will and His existence.

Therefore, Fang Ruyue experienced "reincarnation" over and over again in the cave. All he could do was to experience life in the fictional world again and again with the help of the "protagonist" from outer space in order to reshape his soul... and when each "life" came to an end, he needed to reshape his body and be reborn again.

This happened dozens of times, until the life of "Ning Baimei" this time, he could be said to have truly completed a new life, been reborn, had the ability to practice from scratch, and had a brand new life.

But precisely because of this, Ning Baimei knew very well how painful and terrifying those dozen or so almost identical lives were.

He wants to change all that.

He didn't want everything he had experienced to happen to other people.

But now...

Questions arose in his mind.

Is what you do really right?
What Fu Qingzhou said seemed to make sense... The spirits in this world were different from me. To them, reincarnation was meaningless. What did it matter if they came back thousands of times? All they could feel was this one, precious life, but I had deprived them of their lives...

The moment this thought came to his mind, Ning Baimei was shocked!
"Did Fu Qingzhou change my mind after he seized the power of Heaven?!"

He was horrified and retreated quickly!

Above the desert, Fu Qingzhou and He stood facing each other from a distance. Neither of them moved, but just looked at each other.

Fu Qingzhou lowered the hand that was pressing down his third eye, and the eye between his eyebrows was now fully open. The two pupils that were originally overlapping had now completely overlapped, turning into a black pupil with thousands of starlight flowing through it.

He tilted his head slightly, and there were also countless stars in the center of his pupil.

The two pupils looked at each other, and a calm force began to spread out with the two of them as the center.

This force does not cause any damage, it just acts on people's hearts.

It quickly crossed the desert, reached the Northern Yi, and then drifted across the border to the Yan Kingdom, and then continued to spread...

The battle for the power of heaven has begun.

……

Fu Qingzhou's back was straight, and he felt countless streams converging from between heaven and earth.

It was not spiritual energy, nor was it murderous intent, but the subtlest thoughts of billions of living beings - the murmur of a mother coaxing her baby to sleep, the sigh of a farmer as he wiped his hoe, the sparks from an oil lamp as a student studied late at night.

The monster opposite opened its arms, and the tumors protruding between its white hair began to pulsate regularly.

A hundred miles away, a woman who was giving birth suddenly became quiet. She loosened the cloth she was biting and her eyes became unusually clear.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

She stroked her bulging belly and laughed, but saw the horrified look in the midwife's eyes - her lower body was bleeding black blood.

But the woman smiled happily. She was truly happy for her unborn child who was about to die. He didn't have to come into this world, and he didn't have to endure all the sufferings of the world...

"Is this the mercy you offer?"

Fu Qingzhou opened his mouth softly, and his clear, vibrato-like voice created ripples.

Wherever the ripples passed, the woman was suddenly awakened by severe pain, her pupils suddenly became clear, she screamed and grabbed the edge of the bed, and sweat soaked her clothes again.

The midwife held the baby that slipped out with trembling hands and heard a loud cry.

In the tea stall on the edge of the desert, the storyteller suddenly stopped playing the wake-up stick.

He looked at the tea that suddenly boiled, and stars appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Dear guests..."

He pushed the teacup away with a hoarse voice, "Today I won't talk about General Hong, but will tell you a new story."

The tea drinkers found that the old man's hunched back gradually straightened up. He took out the arsenic from his arms and sprinkled it into the charcoal stove. A whisper came from the rising poisonous smoke: "Tell me a story about eternal sleep..."

The star between Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows flickered violently.

He put his fingers together as a sword and lightly drew it towards the sky.

The storyteller suddenly started coughing, and poisonous smoke poured out of his seven orifices.

The wind chimes hanging on the beams of the tea shed chimed without wind, and the tinkling sound was mixed with the clear voices of children reading. The old man stared blankly at his grandson who ran out of the private school. There was grass debris stuck in the child's hair, and he was holding a freshly made clay figure in his hand.

"Grandpa!" The child threw himself into his arms, and the clay figurine stained his long gown.

The storyteller's shaking hands finally dropped and caught the crooked clay doll. The tea drinkers suddenly noticed that the old man's face, which had been gloomy just now, was now flushed. He touched the whorl of hair on his grandson's head and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's... continue talking about General Hong..."

In a weaving workshop hundreds of miles away, the most skillful embroiderer suddenly cut the brocade on the loom.

With a smile on her face, she walked towards the river, holding an unfinished wedding cloth.

When the cold river water reached her ankles, she heard the sound of bells behind her - her sister, who had been paralyzed for many years, actually ran to the shore on a bamboo frame, drooling from the corners of her crooked mouth, but she held on to the corner of her clothes tightly.

"Sister..."

The younger sister spoke vaguely with tears in her eyes: "You said...you would teach me...to embroider a phoenix..."

The scissors in the embroiderer's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

She turned around and saw the sachet hanging on her sister's bamboo rack. It was a defective embroidery she had made last year. The seams were crooked like a centipede, but her sister wore it day and night as a treasure. Suddenly, the sound of suona for a wedding came from the other side of the river, and she remembered that tomorrow was the day she would get married.

"I'll teach you, I'll teach you..."

The embroiderer came to her senses and burst into tears.

The sand under Fu Qingzhou's feet began to glow.

Every grain of sand reflects a different picture: the private school teacher threw away the hemp rope for hanging himself because the kite folded by the students outside the window was stuck on the treetop; the tavern proprietress woke up her drunken husband, and there was a hangover soup simmering on the stove in the back kitchen; the general who was fighting on the border of a small country thousands of miles away suddenly pulled the reins, and he saw unknown wild flowers blooming in the cracks of the rocks under the beacon tower.

"Alive."

Fu Qingzhou said softly.

The light from his third eye between his eyebrows illuminated the tumor wriggling under the monster's skin.

Countless human faces emerged on the surface of those protrusions, all with their eyes closed peacefully. The most horrifying thing was that every face had the same smile at the corner of its mouth, as if they were compassion carved from the same mold.

The bronze bell in the imperial city of Yanguo suddenly rang. Yue Heng walked through the long alley holding the "Petition on the Resettlement of Refugees" and came to Yan's Mansion.

He came in front of Yan Yidong and watched the old prime minister holding the red pen above the memorial for a long time without putting it down, and the ink dripped on the word "starved corpse" to form a bloody circle.

"teacher?"

Yue Heng had just opened his mouth when he saw Yan Yidonggang suddenly put down his pen and sighed.

"look."

Yan Yidong looked at the green leaves stubbornly remaining on the branches among the endless falling leaves outside the window: "Even in the coldest late autumn, it is struggling to survive."

Yue Heng didn't understand what was going on. He raised his head, with a look of confusion in his eyes: "You are..."

"When people get old, they always have some inexplicable feelings." Yan Yidong smiled and wiped the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes for some reason: "Okay, continue, what's the matter?"

Thousands of miles away, the Northern Desert.

Fu Qingzhou felt a warm force coming from all directions.

It was not cultivation nor spiritual power, but the wake-up stick that the storyteller in the tea stall struck again, the blood beads from the embroiderer's fingers when she picked up the scissors, and the warmth of the green bud in the palm of her hand.

These tiny fluctuations gathered into a galaxy in his palm, forming a sharp contrast with the collapsed stars in the monster's eyes.

“You only see the mercy that ends suffering.”

He took a step forward, and green grass sprouted out of the sand immediately. "But he forgot the tears in his mother's eyes after the child fell down when learning to walk for the first time."

When he took the second step, the grass buds blossomed into star-shaped wild flowers: "I forgot the yellowed family letter that my private school teacher treasured, and the typos in my father's annotations on it."

A chaotic roar came from the monster's throat, and its seven pupils contracted at the same time.

The faces embedded in the tumor suddenly opened their eyes, and the expressions on each face began to change - some were frowning, some were crying, and there was even a young face sticking out its tongue and making a face.

In the distance, Ning Baimei was breathing heavily.

He could feel that the part of his heart that Fu Qingzhou represented was gradually taking over his heart, and the belief that had been firm for a thousand years was constantly wavering.

And He...

Why did He not do anything?

What is He waiting for?
He was waiting for Fu Qingzhou to come.

When Fu Qingzhou approached, a face suddenly appeared in its seven pupils at the same time...

Cang Yun, or rather, the face of a smoker.

Before this, he was taken into Ning Baimei's Heavenly Eye, and Ning Baimei's Heavenly Eye was Him.

"He is... Styx's choice."

"The Styx is the tears I shed, and also my compassion, although... this compassion is still trapped in the cycle of heaven."

A strange and hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "If you give in, the Styx will turn into Hades, establish the six paths of reincarnation, and control the birth and death of all living beings. Cang Yun can become the master of Hades, jump out of reincarnation, and be immortal forever."

"If you insist on fighting..."

In his pupils, the expression of the smoker began to become painful, distorted, and struggling: "He will also become the Lord of the Underworld, still jump out of reincarnation, and be immortal, but he will no longer have any consciousness of his own."

(End of this chapter)