Daozi on the altar lowered his head and looked down at the ocean made of people at his feet. The expression on his face was as calm as if it did not belong to this world.

Perhaps only Jiang Ling, who is closest to Him, could see that there was a golden light like a vast sea in his eyes.

“It’s not time yet.”

He spoke out, and the sound seemed to come from the sky, pouring down the altar, filling the entire mountain top.

"Why?" The host's expression was frozen, "Is it because... it's not enough preparation?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes immediately turned to Han Jiangchen behind him.

Hundreds of gazes around him turned with him, causing Han Jiangchen's movements to froze immediately, as if he was being clenched by an invisible giant palm. The huge pressure made him almost unable to breathe.

"I just ran away... Is there one less spirit body!"

The host pointed his finger: "He is also a spiritual person! Grab him! Give him his eyes and offer it to Daozi!"

Immediately, several people left the line, dozens of spiritual power locked in all directions, and rushed to him without any dead corners.

This offensive did not leave him any gaps, and he could not even move and dodge.

The "mirror flower and water moon" just now had exhausted all his spiritual power, and the battle with the cultivators had already left him covered in bruises. At this time, he could only raise his sword to resist and struggle to death.

But the attack did not fall on him in the end. Because at that time, Kunlun Daozi on the stage raised his hand slightly.

He pointed casually, and the sharp breaths flew in half and stopped in the air, dissipating like smoke.

“No sense.”

He withdrew his hand in amazement: "In his current state, the return of the fairy world will inevitably bring this world to ashes-but you have not done anything to break it before you can establish it."

"Now you have obtained the 'inheritance' of some real people. But do you know how to preserve this inheritance in the midst of a disaster?"

Everyone in the audience looked at each other, and no one could answer.

Finally, the presidency leaned over to the altar and spoke with absolute respect.

"Please give me some advice."

"This is not something that can be achieved at the moment. In the future, I will slowly convey it to you."

Kunlun Daozi shook his head: "Time is coming soon, and this body has not fully adapted to Daozi's power. Now, I want to take this blessed land to leave first, and everyone will retreat."

Taking Blessed Land away? Han Jiangchen was slightly stunned when he heard this from the audience. Can Blessed Land still be taken away?

Before he could figure out the problem, he felt that the heavy pressure on his body suddenly decreased.

The people around him who were absolutely suppressed did not attack him anymore, but turned into streams one by one and disappeared from the spot.

It turns out that the Dharma is following. As soon as Daozi spoke, everyone was forcibly "don't" out of the blessed land.

But Han Jiangchen ignored these things. At the moment when the pressure was lifted, he had already jumped up like a whirlwind, flew over the long steps, and rushed upwards.

At the end of the steps, Kunlun Daozi's figure suddenly blurred, and behind him, golden light shone brightly, like a surging torrent to submerge His outline.

Jiang Ling, who was falling in front of the steps, suddenly woke up. She jumped up like a female leopard and rushed towards the figure like a flying one.

"etc!!!"

She shouted hysterically, the blood in her eyes spread, and only the spiritual light in her pupils rose, like a beast with red eyes, looking at the person ahead.

She wants to keep this person, keep Him at all costs, and ask everything clearly, and for this she spares no effort to live and soul.

"stop!!!!"

The heart-wrenching scream awakened the sleeping sea of ​​consciousness, and black smoke suddenly burst out around her. As the smoke and clouds surround her, the black illusory giant spread her arms and stretched out her hand towards the young man, as if she wanted to seize the time to cross.

At that moment, Daozi, who was moving forward, stopped.

The turbulent spiritual wind suddenly stopped, and all the sounds disappeared. The black light around Jiang Ling dissipated, and even the spiritual light in her pupils dimmed instantly.

Her movements were frozen there, as if she had bumped into an invisible mirror and could no longer move forward.

At the other end of the mirror, the boy slowly turned his head.

She saw a slight struggle in his eyes, but a smile appeared on his face.

Sunny, bright smile.

"You've grown so tall." He said with a smile, "It's great."

Jiang Ling behind the mirror trembled, she lay on the invisible mirror, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the mirror-like figure at that end.

When he said this, his voice no longer seemed like a fairy and god, and his aura around him was no longer domineering, as if he suddenly returned to the earth from heaven.

"You have seen this 'real world'." Jiang Yang stared at her, "soon, the outside world will change. Next, just wait. Remember, you just wait."

His figure became farther and farther away from his vision. Jiang Ling opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but she could not make any sound. Until the mirror light drowned the entire altar, everything around her became a shadow, and her shrill shouting exploded on the stage.

"Don't leave-!!!"

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world could hear her shouts, which reached Han Jiangchen's ears below the stage, making his feet more powerful. He turned into a gust of wind and instantly climbed to the highest point of the altar.

But when he stepped on the last ladder, what was greeted was the light blooming in the majestic mirror.

"This should be the last time I've spoken to you."

Jiang Yang opened his mouth again, and through the light, he could see a golden light flashing through his pupils.

He ignored Han Jiangchen who was running down the steps, but just looked at Jiang Ling who was kneeling on the other end of the mirror, and said in a voice that was exactly the same as before.

“…Don’t follow.”

Don't follow me.

Don't follow me.

Jiang Ling, who was kneeling, opened her eyes wide.

The next moment, a golden light swept over, submerging the figures of the two in nothingness.

...

The light shone down from the top of the mountain like a fountain. At the foot of the mountain, Su Yuzhu rushed down the last step, rushed over the gate of hell, and then ran towards the empty Naihe Bridge, without thinking, stepped onto the bridge and crossed the yellow spring.

What happened in the past few quarters of a month was something he had never dreamed of, and at this moment his mind was blank.

Is this the "immortal" he always believes in?

Is this the "Tao" he insists on seeking?

Too scary.

This is so scary.

If all this is just a scam, then why do these people live and die?

He ran on the long Naihe Bridge, not even knowing where he could escape, but just ran forward mechanically, not even noticed the change of color in the world. As long as he was a little further away from the mountain, he could do anything.

But soon, he realized something was wrong... The mountains in the distance were magnifying, as if the fairy peaks were rushing towards him; the water on all sides began to flow abnormally towards the peaks behind him, and the bridge in front was shortening step by step!

It's not an illusion! He is approaching the edge of this space, but it's not because he is moving forward, but the entire space is regressing, like an oil painting being put away!

Is this also brought by those people?

Su Yuzhu stood there, shocked by the scene, and could not move a step for a moment.

He suddenly became cold all over, as if he was being watched by something. A golden light from behind caught up with him. With just a little bit, he stopped halfway through his body.

The next second, his eyes went dark and his whole body fell downwards.

...

"Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu..."

The little girl's voice is calling.

Su Yuzhu suddenly opened her eyes, and the little girl with tears in her eyes was kneeling beside him.

“…Xiaomei?”

He smelled the familiar smell of cooking smoke in the small village, and the scene on all sides had turned back to the familiar small mountain village.

He was also thrown out of that space, everything was like a dream.

"Just just now, everyone was awakened by the rocking. When you went out to see you, you saw you here." Xiaomei said, "Brother Zhu, it's going to dawn. You still have to leave and be a god..."

She didn't have time to finish her words, because Su Yuzhu suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged her sister tightly.

"No, I won't leave." He whispered, "Brother will not leave, I will always be with you."

The little girl opened her eyes wide, and tears flashed in her eyes.

She also reached out to hug her brother, her small arms trembling.

"Brother, I'm scared." She sobbed, "Those people... so many people came suddenly. Are they going to catch us away?"

Su Yuzhu suddenly looked up.

Hearing this, he realized that something was wrong.

The mist that enveloped the small mountain village disappeared, and the mirror-like mazes around it disappeared, just like the egg shells being stripped, and the soft and fragile core was completely exposed in broad daylight.

In the early morning light, all the villagers came out. They took hoes and sticks and looked at the outskirts of the village with vigilance.
To be continued...