This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar - Chapter 50

     Feng Ci fell asleep soon after.

    He felt that his soul was floating in this world, flying over mountains and rivers, crossing rivers, and finally staying on the top of a cliff.

    Feng Ci showed her figure on the cliff and realized that she was dreaming again.

    The world probably hates dreamers more than Fengci, because every time he dreams, it’s not good.

    This time it should be no better.

      He waited quietly, and after a while, a beam of light penetrated the clouds and Luo Feng resigned.

    “Long time no see.” Feng Ci whispered, “Father.”

      .

    An overwhelming sense of oppression descends.

    Feng Ci’s face suddenly turned pale, and even his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

    It is fear.

    It is an instinctive fear of being angry with the Tao of Heaven.

    No one is immune to this innate fear.

    Feng Ci put one hand on her heart, and changed a few breaths with difficulty and silently, the voice of Tiandao resounded between heaven and earth: “Do you know what you did wrong?”

    The voice was solemn and solemn, without sorrow or joy, without any emotion.

    “I don’t know.” The damage that fell directly on the soul was so terrifying, Feng Ci only felt that his heart was aching in the oppression, which made his voice become hoarse, “I I’m just fulfilling my father’s instructions and removing all the hidden dangers that may lead to the destruction of the world.”

    “—lie.”

      “

    “Plan?” Feng Ci chuckled, “Your plan is to let ‘me’ destroy the world of self-cultivation?”

    He tried his best to raise his head, his voice hoarse: “Since, why did you help me in the first place!”

    The Reiatsu that was pressing on her body suddenly dissipated.

    The air was re-injected into the lungs, Feng Ci gasped for breath, and a warm light fell on his side and helped him up.

    Tian Dao stood in front of Feng Ci with his hands behind his back, his figure floating slightly in the air, high above.

    “I never helped anyone.”

      The negative power brought by the Demon Race is the only existence that threatens the stability of Heaven.

    That’s why the way of heaven came to the world to help Feng Ci resist the demons.

    Fengci closed his eyes and calmed himself down a little: “Father, I don’t understand.”

    He knows that the way of heaven does not interfere with the development of the human world when it is not necessary. Even when the demons invaded, he prayed in every possible way to bring the way of heaven to the world.

    But this time, Tiandao actually manipulated the puppet to slaughter the world.

    Is there a reason to do this?

    “…it all started with you.”

     Feng Ci was startled.

    Roads of blue smoke gathered around Fengci’s side, slamming away, showing a picture like a pair of ink paintings.

    The young man in white sat on the high platform, and six young men bowed down to him.

    This is the scene of Fengci’s first apprenticeship.

    “Three thousand years ago, you privately handed down the Taoism bestowed to you by the Tao of Heaven to the world, leading to the creation of the Six Gates.” The voice of the Tao of Heaven came from all directions.

    The six young people got up and walked in different directions, sectarianism, subjugation of demons and demons.

    “The six sects have been inherited for thousands of years. They have experienced prosperity, decay, rift, and union. The descendants have spread all over the world, established their own doors, and countless new sects have been born…”

    Scenes and pictures flashed in front of Feng Ci’s eyes, his eyebrows lowered, and he vaguely guessed whether Tiandao wanted to tell him.

    The rapid development brings not only prosperity, but also human greed, plunder, and unscrupulous means.

    And this thing, when he first returned to this world, he had seen it.

    Sure enough, the scene in front of me turned into cruel killing and plundering.

    But he knew it wasn’t that simple.

    Without this, there would be no survival of the fittest, and dynasties would change.

    Tian Dao will never interfere because of this principle.

    “…The human race’s greed is endless. The Taoism you inherited has opened the door to the world’s cultivation, and it has also become the key to this greed.”

    Wind Ci’s eyes moved slightly.

    Tian Dao is right.

    Three thousand years ago, cultivators were extremely rare in this world. Because there is no systematic method of practice, those who can obtain the Tao and practice are indispensable for their natural karma.

    But since the appearance of Fengci, everything has changed.

    He passed on the exercises he learned from Heaven to the world, which reduced the difficulty of cultivation and made cultivation no longer a distant legend.

    So to this day, there are countless sects of cultivation in the Central Plains, and there are many who are cultivating.

    The more cultivators, the greater the consumption of spiritual power.

    “There are more and more people who are cultivating, and everyone wants to use the power that is given to God for their own use. In order to achieve their own greed, the human race wantonly **** the spiritual veins and popularize them…” A picture The ink painting turned into green smoke again, and the voice of Tiandao rang out, “Do you know, if this continues, will this world happen?”

    Feng Ci’s body was still falling, he closed his eyes and whispered, “I don’t know.”

    Wow—

    His body suddenly fell into a bottomless cold pool. The dazzling white light was completely blocked by the water surface, Feng Ci continued to sink in the darkness, and everything around was calm.

    —is nothingness.

    Once the aura is depleted, all they face is… demise.

    “A thousand years.” The tall body shrouded in white fog showed his figure in front of Feng Ci, he looked down at Feng Ci, his voice was steady and unwavering, “If you don’t stop it, this The world will be completely dead in a thousand years.”

    Not just the destruction of the human race, but the demise of the entire world.

    After careful calculation, this catastrophe is indeed more terrifying than the demon invasion three thousand years ago.

    “It’s not to stop it, it’s to control.” Tiandao replied, “The world of self-cultivation needs order, and it’s a good idea to create an immortal alliance, but it’s a pity…”

    Fengci raised her head sharply.

    He thought it strange before, why those slaughtered Immortal Sects can escape temporarily if they want to join the Immortal Alliance, why his body was awakened three hundred years ago, but The massacre of Immortal Gate has only just begun.

    He understood.

    Because Pei Qianyue founded the Xianmeng three hundred years ago.

    Xianmeng is another possibility of heaven.

    Guo Xianmeng continues to develop smoothly, Xianmen sect restores the previous order, controls the harvest of spiritual energy and the recruitment of disciples, maybe it can slow down the calamity.

    Unfortunately, the expected situation is not in the future.

      The consumption of spiritual power has not decreased, but it has become stronger than ever.

    Pei Qianyue gave Liumen three hundred years, and the way of heaven also gave the cultivation world three hundred years.

    The results were not satisfactory.

    So, the way of heaven activates his body at this time.

    All of these causal cycles are the consequences of the human race.

    Fengci closed his eyes and asked, “That list…”

    “There is no need for so many cultivators in this world. The Tao of Heaven randomly selects the sects of cultivation and destroys them first.”

    Incredible: “Random Screening?”

    He and Pei Qianyue have been investigating for so long, even if he later realized that it was Heaven’s way to interfere, he still didn’t understand why this sect would suffer.

    In the past six months, how many people have been destroyed and how many families have been destroyed.

    But the answer turned out to be…random selection.

    It really is ruthless.

    Feng Ci seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke, he lowered his head, and finally couldn’t help but chuckle: “You haven’t changed at all for so many years.”

    Don’t wait for heaven to say, Feng Ci took the lead: “So, what does my father want me to do?”

    “For those who were destroyed, the spiritual power they cultivated came from heaven and earth, and should be attributed to heaven and earth. All you need to do is this.”

    “Return to heaven and earth…” Feng Ci said, “So that’s why I was chosen.”

    The immortal gate is randomly selected to be extinct, which can not only eliminate the cultivators, but also kill the chickens and warn the monkeys. But more importantly, take the spiritual power of the cultivator and release it into the heaven and earth to make up for the consumed spiritual power resources.

    It’s a multiplier.

    And in this world, only Feng Ci, the son of Heaven, has the ability to slaughter the Immortal Sect, and it can also be used as a container to accommodate powerful spiritual power.

    In addition, after the container absorbs too much spiritual power, it is inevitable that the spiritual power will get out of control.

    So Tiandao chose the body and soul of Fengci.

    This is the real task of the heavens and the wind.

     Fengci did not answer.

    Tian Dao asked him: “You won’t?”

     “Father means that the task of the physical body has not been completely completed.” Feng Ci said, “Is it referring to the Xianmeng assessment?”

    On that list, as long as they want to join the Immortal Alliance, they all escaped.

    This shows that Tiandao still agrees with Xianmeng and encourages the existence of Xianmeng.

    But this also means that the Immortal Sect that failed in the Immortal Alliance assessment will still face extinction.

    “Yes.”

    Wind words: “But like that, a lot of people will die.”

    There are more than ten immortal alliances waiting to be assessed, and the casualties are even greater than now.

    But Tiandao just repeated: “You won’t?”

    Feng Ci stared at the tall figure in front of him and said lightly, “Why should I agree to kill innocent people?”

    “Really?” Tiandao’s voice was calm and cold, “Then you have been lingering in your heart for three thousand years, and your painful cravings don’t want them anymore?”

    Feng Ci was stunned, and the blood on his face faded in an instant.

    Tian Dao’s figure disappeared into the void, leaving only the distant and ancient voice: “Follow the heavenly way, you will get what you want, otherwise…”

    ***

    Open your eyes.

    The sky is still full of stars and bright moon, and the bonfire beside me has been extinguished for some reason, leaving only a mass of burning ashes.

    He was lying in Pei Qianyue’s arms, and as soon as he moved, he was hugged tightly by Pei Qianyue.

    “Awake?”

    Pei Qianyue’s voice was low and lazy, with a little contented comfort.

    Feng Ci looked up at him, the other party’s profile was handsome, and there was a slight smile on his lips. But the smile gradually subsided under his gaze. Did Pei Qianyue realize it and asked, “Dream again?”

    “…is the way of heaven?” Pei Qianyue’s voice became nervous, “Did he tell you?”

     Fengci was silent.

    He suddenly turned over, leaned over and pressed Pei Qianyue under him, and said, “Do it again?”

    Pei Qianyue was stunned: “Master…”

    “Shh.” Feng Ci didn’t wait for him to say anything, just lowered his head and kissed his lips.

    After a lingering and deep kiss, Feng Ci raised her head.

    He was breathing slightly, and his eyes were slightly red. But Feng Ci didn’t pay attention to this at all. He stared at Pei Qianyue and said softly, “Let’s do it again, okay?”