"This breath..."
The old man did not finish the second half of his sentence.
Because the breath is expanding.
It does not spread slowly, but like a star that has been silent for countless epochs, it completes all the burning in the same second, throwing out light and heat without reservation.
The gray-white light spot on Yang Jian's forehead is still embedded there, but it no longer penetrates inside, and the Destruction regular lines on the surface are gradually fading away.
He opened his eyes.
The consciousness has not dissipated, the body is still there, the pain is still there, and the weakness is still there.
But he is indeed still alive.
"What's going on..." Nezha's voice came from the side, half surprised and half confused.
Tongtian didn't speak. He supported Qingping Sword and stood up, staring in the direction where the old man turned his head.
There is nothing in that direction.
Empty.
There is not even Primordial Chaos Currents, only absolute nothingness.
Then the void cracked open.
It wasn't split open, it wasn't torn apart, it was the piece of nothingness that made way for itself.
It was as if something was approaching, and the void itself was actively retreating.
A white light gushes out from the crack.
The brightness of the white light was not dazzling at first, just like the gentleness of the first ray of sunlight hitting the window lattice in the morning.
But the next moment, the white light surged.
Starting from Core Region of the Primordial Origin Land, it spreads outward, passing through Chaos Passage, passing through the crack opened by Yang Jian, passing through the frontline position where Yin Jiao is stationed, and passing through the head of the Twenty Million Army.
Continue outside.
Pass through Tianyuan Star Domain, pass through Bloodwind Star Domain, pass through dozens of surrounding Star Domain.
Still going out.
Cross the border of Temple Territory, cross the blockade of Myriad Races Council, cross the Star Domain barrier of the Firmament Realm.
Everyone at the Twenty Million Army raised their heads.
The white light does not burn my face when it shines on it, but instead gives me an indescribable sense of stability, as if--
"Ruined Temple Daoist!"
I don't know who shouted this first.
Like a stone dropped into a lake, ripples explode.
"It's Ruined Temple Daoist!"
"Daoist has appeared!"
The shouts of twenty million monks gathered into a wave, surging and echoing in Chaos.
On those golden Divine Statues all over Temple Territory, the originally quiet Incense Offerings smoke rose into the sky at the same moment, forming a Vow Power golden river spanning dozens of Star Domains.
The golden river does not flow to Tianyuan Star Domain.
The golden river flows towards the cracked void.
Supreme Temple.
In the unnamed Ruined Temple, the deck chairs were empty.
The person leaning on the back of the chair is no longer there.
He stood in front of the threshold of Ruined Temple.
The threshold is very low, so short that you can step over it with just one foot.
But on this leg, he lay there for a long, long time.
It has been so long that the entire the Firmament Realm has forgotten what kind of existence lives in this Ruined Temple.
Gu Changqing lowered his head and glanced at the worn wooden threshold under his feet.
"Ding, the host has detected that disciple Yang Jian's health has dropped to the dangerous threshold. Do you want to enable remote rescue?"
The system beep sounded in my mind.
Gu Changqing ignored it.
He raised his feet and crossed the threshold.
A very light step.
When the foot fell, a piece of tile fell off the roof of Ruined Temple, and it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Take the second step.
He is no longer in Ruined Temple.
It's not in Supreme Temple either.
He stood in the void in the core area of Primordial Beginning Origin Land.
The white light spread out from behind him. It was not released, but the aftertaste brought out by him when he walked. Just like a person walking out of the snow, his boots would naturally be stained with snow.
Yang Jian was the first to see him.
His vision was blurred, all his strength had bottomed out, and the paused gray-white light spot was still embedded in his forehead.
But he recognized that figure.
When I was lying on the recliner, I was hunched over. When I was standing, I was not very upright. My shoulders were slightly slumped, as if I couldn't lift up the energy to do anything.
An old robe that has been washed and turned white.
No armor, no magic weapon, no decoration.
Just standing in the void so casually, as if I happened to pass by when I was out for a walk.
"Teacher...Master..."
Yang Jian's lips trembled, not because he was excited, but because his body had reached its limit.
Gu Changqing didn't look back.
"I haven't watched you for a few days, and one or two of you have become so virtuous."
The voice was very flat, no emotion could be heard, it was exactly the same as when he was lying in Ruined Temple.
Tongtian is holding Qingping Sword, covered in blood, standing hundreds of thousands of miles away.
He didn't shout Master, he just put the sword back and let out a long breath.
Nezha jumped down from the broken wreckage of Stars, and the flames on Wind-Fire Wheels lit up again. I don't know whether it was because he regained his strength or because he just felt refreshed after seeing Gu Changqing.
"Master is here! Let me tell you, that old guy won't be able to bounce around for long--"
"Shut up." Gu Changqing said without looking back.
Nezha swallowed the second half of the words.
The old man stood in mid-air, his hands still behind his back, and his cloudy eyes stared at Gu Changqing for three breaths.
During those three breaths, he tried to use his own perception to explore Gu Changqing's Cultivation.
The first layer of perception stretched out and touched the surface of the old robe Gu Changqing was wearing, as if it were touching an endless wall.
The second layer of perception is strengthened, but it is still a wall.
The third level of perception suppressed the power of the Sacrificial Dao Realm's rules.
Or a wall.
It's not a hard wall, it's the kind of wall that you can't push no matter how hard you push it, but you can't tell what kind of material it is made of, or even whether it exists or not.
The corner of the old man's mouth twitched.
"Where are you from?"
Gu Changqing turned around and faced the old man.
There was less than a hundred feet of distance between the two.
A man wearing a shabby gray robe, with a stooped waist and half-foot-long fingernails, looked like a mummy crawling out of a coffin.
One man was wearing a washed old robe, his shoulders were slightly slumped, and his hands were empty, like a lazy man who couldn't find a lounge chair.
Gu Changqing looked at the old man.
"Are you the old guy hiding under Primordial Beginning Origin Land?"
The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed.
"I asked you where you came from."
"I came from Ruined Temple." Gu Changqing said, "I have been lying there for a long time and I didn't want to move. If you have to beat my disciple to death, then I can only leave once."
"Ruined Temple?" The old man chewed on these two words and frowned, "The Firmament Realm There are countless sects Temple, but I have never heard of Ruined Temple."
"That's because you are ignorant."
The old man's face was tense, and a few deeper wrinkles were squeezed out of the dry skin.
He slept in Primordial Beginning Origin Land Abyss for an unknown number of epochs. When he woke up, the first person he met that he couldn't see through was still so talkative.