The ancient and potent eyes are regretful, sad and unwilling.
Chen Qingyuan's consciousness seemed to have crossed endless years, and he saw Xiang Qiyou standing on a broken bridge with his own eyes.
The bridge is outlined by thousands of laws, with a large section in the middle, and there is an endless abyss below.
Xiang Qiyou stood in the position of the broken bridge, and it was difficult to cross it with all his life's strength.
He withdrew his eyes and turned his head to look in front of the broken bridge. His eyes were deep, like the long night, and like the frightening deep sea.
His life is coming to an end, and this is his last chance.
Sing!
The sound of the road came from the body of Qiyou, and layers of faint golden light attached to the body surface. With a little blue light in the eyebrows, you can control the law of the world by raising your hand, making it move according to a special trajectory, so that it condenses into a seal in front of you, pointing out.
"Boom"
The French seal crossed the broken bridge and floated in the void, resisting the unknown power of the road and moving forward.
The ray of hope came from the depths of Qiyou's eyes.
The endless darkness seems to have a little light.
However, can this faint light really dispel the darkness between heaven and earth?
France has been transformed into a lotus flower. Above is a net of order intertwined by countless laws, and below is a dark abyss.
"Go!"
Xiang Qiyou separated a divine thought of life, and it came to the lotus flower in an instant.
The body of the mind stepped on the lotus, the left hand was on the back, and the right hand gently fiddled with the unknown law in front of him, as if to pull away the clouds.
At first, it went very well.
But with the gradual depth, the Taoist lotus began to tremble, and some could not withstand the power of the next road.
At the last opportunity, Xiang Qiyou was unwilling to give up.
Bet on everything and keep moving forward.
A splash of incense went forward, and with a "bang", a corner of the lotus flower burst.
"Wow--"
Daolian broke part of it, and the terrible power swept over the incarnation of Qiyou's divine thought, which made several ferocious and terrible wounds on his body in an instant.
Even if the blood gushed out, Xiang Qiyou did not lower his head and kept looking forward with firm eyes.
For him, the pursuit of the road is the reason to live.
Love and power struggle are not important.
"Bang"
Daolian broke another corner and was crumbling.
Xiang Qiyou used all his strength to control Daolian.
"Persist on a nime..."
I don't know where the front end of the broken bridge leads. Because of the law of the road and the obstruction of unknown forces, no force can be peeped. Only when you get close to that place can you look directly with the naked eye.
For another moment, Daolian couldn't hold on any longer. With a "bang", it all collapsed.
Xiang Qiyou's original incarnation sank and almost fell into the endless abyss and was swallowed up by the darkness.
Steady!
The law of resisting terror with divine incarnation consumes the power of ontology.
Despite the unimaginable price, Xiang Qiyou refused to stop.
"da, da, da..."
Every step is extremely heavy.
In this way, Xiang Qiyou walked for another hour.
The legs of the incarnation of God are all white bones, and there is no flesh and blood. The cheeks were sunken, the eyes were raised, and the hair was cut off by the power of the law like a sword, which was very messy.
"That's..."
Xiang Qiyou seemed to see a little white light.
He stretched out his right hand.
I don't know when the palm of my hand was corroded, and there were two or two flesh and blood hanging on the arm, all of which were white bones, which was shocking.
As for the left hand, it has already broken and been swallowed up by the darkness below.
After exhausting his last strength, his incarnation took another half a step forward, so that his blood-stained eyes could see more clearly.
"That's... On the other side?
With a "dong" sound, the incarnation carried it to the last moment, and the legs that turned into white bones collapsed, and the body began to sink rapidly.
The moment the body fell, Xiang Qiyou seemed to see the white light in front of him.
It is a place where flowers bloom, with countless ancient Taoist lines.
Its beauty and splentness can't be described in words.
Later generations of quasi-emperors called it the other side.
Some people say that one day in the future, the broken bridge will be reshaped and the flowers will bloom on the other side, which will be a new prosperous era.
Unfortunately, Xiang Qiyou can't wait for that day.
The darkness nibbled away all the incarnations.
Xiang Qiyou's body standing at the broken bridge was also severely devoured. His mouth overflowed with thick blood, and his body made a slight bursting sound. The few black hair left were also instantly white and much older.
"If the sky is for me for thousands of years, I will go to the other side and witness the flowers bloom."
A long sigh, two lines of tears.
At that time, he was no longer the existence of the invincible world, but an old man with a regretful face.
After all, I will lose after all!
After standing for a few days, he turned to Qiyou and left.
Then, he appeared on a lonely mountain, sat on the edge of the cliff, stroking the piano and seeing himself off.
We are in a sea of suffering and have never seen the other shore.
Who broke the bridge of the road?
Who wrote the ancient scriptures of the other side and the sea of suffering, so that the demons of later generations have a clear goal?
In the future, who can reshape the broken bridge and climb the other side?
With endless regrets and many questions, he sat down to Qiyou.
Before his death, he kept what he had learned in his life, hoping that the inheritance would not be cut off. In other days, it would be a blessing if someone could use the Taoism he taught to cross the broken bridge and reach the other side!
This glance made Chen Qingyuan see Xiang Qiyou's last landing on the bridge and felt the sadness of Xiang Qiyou waiting for death.
Unconsciously, there were tears in my eyes, as if I had experienced it once.
The emotions of unwillingness, helplessness, grief and regret are intertwined in the depths of Chen Qingyuan's heart.
"He... Lost to time.
Chen Qingyuan muttered.
If you give Xiang Qiyou some more years, you will definitely take that last step and reach the other side.
Unfortunately, there are not many perfect things in the world, leaving many regrets.
The person who stepped on the broken bridge is not the first or the last.
However, he may be the closest person to the other side. If his life had not reached the end, he might have really succeeded, broken the shackles of the road, cut off the shackles, and ascended to the throne that no one has succeeded for countless years!
At this day, the world does not know the emperor, but only says that Mahayana is the end of the road to cultivation.
After a long silence, Chen Qingyuan bowed deeply to the stone tablet with a reverence.
After understanding Xiang Qiyou's past, Chen Qingyuan knew how great he was.
Although Xiang Qiyou failed, his will will remain in the world and lead the future.
At this time, the door of the temple opened.
Tianjiao, who entered it, was expelled one by one.
Among them was Song Ningyan. When she saw Chen Qingyuan standing in front of the stone tablet, she came quickly with a happy face: "Brother!"