The giant sycamore tree was right in front of him. Feng Han drew his neck and cried, rushing into the world inside the tree to accept the inheritance test of the Phoenix lineage. Life or death depends only on fate.
Outside, Lao Feng stroked the old texture of the giant tree, and his shoulders slumped. Lao Feng was really old. At this time, he felt that things hurt his own kind, which was particularly desolate.
The old phoenix is actually the spiritual thought left by the ancestral phoenix of the Phoenix clan. The ancestral phoenix is as old as the sycamore tree because they were born together. Every nirvana of the ancestral phoenix is also its every rebirth. However, this time, After all, it was just a little bit of God’s will...
Feng Han thought that the inheritance test in the tree was thousands of times more severe than the one he encountered when he became the crown prince of the Phoenix clan. In fact, when he opened his eyes, he was pleasantly surprised to see Zu Feng.
Zu Feng's huge body lay in the gray space, and the dazzling light filled Feng Han's eyes. Feng Han's heart was filled with excitement, and he fell to the ground piously, worshiping the ancient beliefs of the Phoenix tribe.
When he lowered his head, Zu Feng opened his eyes and said, "I already know your purpose. Eat me."
"What..." Feng Han looked up in horror, but met his eyes full of love and insight.
Feng Han's voice lowered unconsciously, "Are you kidding? I understand. Is this a test?"
Zu Feng said earnestly, "Every phoenix knows that the reason why we have the opportunity for nirvana and rebirth is because we absorbed the pain and hatred in the world, used self-immolation to eliminate the burden of heaven and earth, and received the grace of heaven and earth to recreate it."
"I know!" Feng Han said eagerly, "You have achieved nirvana many times and lasted for millions of years. You are our role model!"
"Then do you know why the Phoenix clan, which was once so powerful, has withered so much that it can't produce a few quasi-sages?"
Feng Han hesitated, "War."
"This is just one reason." Reluctance, regret, struggle, anger, all the strong emotions of Zu Feng have calmed down after the failure of Nirvana. He said lightly, "A hundred thousand years ago, all living beings killed gods, and the pain of gods made all living beings kill their gods. The world's Qi veins were blocked and the creatures were weak. Our clan bore these pains as a savior under the expectation of the public, and ended this god-killing war, but no one cared about it. After that, every phoenix failed to achieve nirvana."
Feng Han was stunned and asked, "Why?"
“Our self-immolation cannot burn away God’s pain.”
...He couldn't figure out the profound meaning contained in this sentence. It seemed that if he probed for a moment, he would have the fear of annihilating his soul.
"Ancestor..." Feng Han suppressed his fear and asked, "Do you regret it?"
God-killing is the only great victory achieved by the astral creatures and the Holy Spirit of Chaos that cannot be replicated when all these creatures join forces. It is the ultimate pursuit of freedom by creatures. That era has passed, but the unyielding will is passed down from generation to generation. Because of this , there are thousands of majestic ways!
Facing Feng Han's hopeful eyes, Zu Feng once again asked himself, do you regret it?
Digging out its core, gods can influence all worlds just because they are the creators. Others can kill this illusory creator without any thought, but Phoenix has learned from the pain of gods the preference of gods for all living beings.
So much so that He thought that even if He burned away the pain of God, He would not be able to obtain the way of heaven and recreate Him.
Yes, he deeply regretted and felt guilty, but if he did it again, he would still make the same choice.
He wandered and struggled for a long time, hitting dead ends again and again. He didn't know whether killing gods was right or not. It was also during this long time that he understood that there was no right or wrong, it was just the nature of invincibility.
He led the Phoenix clan, surrendered to the third demon lord Bai Ze, and obeyed the orders of the first demon lord Taihuang God, but he wanted to resist the god who sat far above the clouds, named freedom.
It sounds ironic, but it is also His deep fear of the unknown and unknown power, and the best way to get rid of fear is to let it disappear forever.
His biggest failure was that he passed on his struggles to Emperor Huang, which prevented Emperor Huang from firmly standing in the anti-Shinto camp and unable to surrender to the will of Heaven.
Zu Feng finally replied, "I have no regrets. God's pain can affect eighteen thousand primitive star realms, which just proves that we have always been living under God's control."
Feng Han was even more panicked. There was a long-standing argument in Jiutian Liuhe that emperors were a danger to living beings. Their personal desires to control the world were 10,000 times more terrifying than gods.
"I......"
Feng Han wanted to say that he had surrendered to the Heavenly Dynasty, which was probably treasonous in the eyes of Zu Feng, but Zu Feng interrupted him, "Today is different from the past. Although the current emperor can call the wind and rain, he is in check with the Heavenly Dao and has not lost his way. Before, it represents a bit of God’s will.”
Zu Feng did not want another uncertain Phoenix Emperor to appear in the Phoenix clan, so he gave Feng Han a death order, "In the final analysis, our clan must follow the destiny. It is good for you and the whole clan. Since you have surrendered, In the Taiyang Dynasty, you must remember that if the Heaven does not destroy Taiyi, no matter how many people point it out, you cannot change its mind!"
"Ancestor..."
"Can you remember?!"
Feng Han bowed his head and bowed three times, "Remember our ancestor's decree."
Zu Feng said again, "If you are a quasi-sage and discover the pain of God and avoid it, you will not be able to eliminate it."
Feng Han hesitated and bowed again.
"Okay, eat me. I have reached my end. Using my flesh and blood to follow your path is the only thing I can do for the Phoenix Clan."
"Ancestor, you want to give me your bones and blood?" Feng Han cried sadly, "Why are you forcing me? I can't do it!"
"The blood and blood of demons are inseparable from their strength. If I die and my strength is gone, how will you inherit it?"
Feng Han sternly retorted, appearing impatient, "Did His Majesty the late Emperor rely on the flesh and blood of his predecessors to become a quasi-saint? Why should I do such a thing!"
"You are different. Once I die, there will be no Quasi-Saint in the Phoenix Clan. You can only become a Quasi-Saint in the flesh as quickly as possible by eating me and melting my power."
Feng Han was stunned, crying and laughing, feeling blocked in his heart, why is this happening!
He pretended to be relaxed and declined in a joking tone, "Can't I wait until you die?"
"The effect is greatly reduced, and the quasi-sage is slim."
Feng Han stood up and took a step back, thinking that he was crazy, "Ancestor, you are really confused. At least I am protected by Taiyi now and have enough time to practice!"
"I will teach you one last truth. Even if you have a backer, you must not be careless." A blood spot appeared in Zu Feng's eyes. This blood spot magnified in Feng Han's eyes, drowning his reason and making him crazy. ...
The long-lasting glory will eventually dim, and the space inside the tree seems to be covered with several layers of dust.
Lao Feng raised his head and watched the sycamore leaves falling like withered butterflies. He sighed softly and showed a relieved smile. He also dropped to the ground like withered butterflies, secretly mocking that he might not be able to nourish rare treasures after many years.
You can't say for sure, you can't say for sure. When Lao Feng reaches the end of his life, he realizes how lucky it is to be uncertain.
Every uncertainty is infinite possibility.
Even though, He and They once frantically tried to contain the bad possibility.
The hearts of living beings have always been unpredictable, and can be divided into good and evil in a single thought.
