Star Island, Tianwai Tower.
The platform paved with Beiming Hanyu goes straight forward, extending into the endless void outside the island. In the void, groups of chaotic storms swirled and died. Every storm has the power to destroy the heaven and earth, but this long platform, protected by countless powerful rune formations, remains stable and majestic.
At the end of the platform, a figure sat.
Dao Zun Kongji, the number one person in the world of cultivation today, has been in the world for thousands of years, and no one can be his enemy. His various deeds have now been turned into legends and spread throughout the world for future generations to admire and worship.
However, even such a peerless person cannot escape the end of his life.
Kongji Taoist Master's face is still young, like a young man in his early twenties, and even his bright eyes that seem to contain stars are still flashing with vitality and hope.
Only the originally black hair was completely white at this moment.
His feet were not wearing shoes and socks, hanging outside the platform, swaying leisurely. A shocking storm of chaos was born at his feet, and was dispersed carelessly by his swaying bare feet, as if stirring spring water in a river.
Kongji Taoist Master had a smile on his lips and called softly: "Yingrong."
After he finished speaking, a woman appeared behind him.
The woman is tall and slender, with black hair and snowy skin. If you look closely, her appearance is very similar to Taoist Kongji. The biggest difference is her eyes.
Those eyes were like a pair of silver-white beads, with colorful light and shadow flowing on the smooth surface. They didn't have the look of a living person, but they had an eerie sense of beauty.
She opened her thin lips lightly and said, "What's the matter?"
Kongji Taoist Master: "My life is over."
Jing Yingrong stared at the other person's back in silence.
"Will you be reluctant to leave me?"
"Yes."
Hearing this answer that was so bland and emotionless, Dao Zun Kongji couldn't help laughing.
Jing Yingrong tilted his head, seemingly confused by Taoist Kongji's reaction.
"Then don't you have anything to say to me?" Taoist Kongji asked with a smile.
Jing Yingrong still used that stagnant tone and said decisively: "No."
Dao Zun Kongji smiled and bent down.
"You, you, have been like this for many years."
The laughter gradually died down.
"It's finally my turn. Those friends and enemies from back then passed away one after another, leaving me alone. Now, it's finally my turn."
"In the end, you are the only one giving me this ride."
Kongji Taoist's words were tainted with an inexplicable meaning.
Mirror Yingrong said nothing.
The colors in the beady eyes are eccentric, as if reflecting the vast world, and in the center of the world is the white-haired figure in front of Shengxue.
Dao Zun Kongji sighed lightly.
"What will you do after I die?"
With these words, he seemed to be asking the reflection in the mirror, and also seemed to be asking himself.
"The spirit of a Taoist weapon lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon share the same dust. In the countless years to come, have you ever thought about how you are going to live?"
Jing Yingrong took a step forward, and the next moment, she was sitting next to Taoist Kongji.
"No." She said. After a moment, Xu thought about it and said again: "Seal the spiritual consciousness and fall asleep."
Taoist Master Kongji turned his head and looked at her side face quietly.
After a long while, he said: "I built your bones, bones, flesh and blood with the most precious treasures from the heavens, and painted your face, hair and skin with the treasures of creation, so that you can have a body to rely on and have a body to carry out. If you fall asleep, don't you feel it is a pity?"
Jing Yingrong turned to look at him, the colorful colors in her eyes faded, and only the face of Taoist Kongji was clear.
"My own weapon spirit."
She only said four words, but Taoist Master Kongji understood all the deep meaning behind her words.
He raised his hand and grasped it, and a bright mirror appeared in his palm, as if he had picked off a bright moon.
Kongji Taoist Master gently brushed his fingers across the mirror, with a soft smile in his eyes.
He turned the precious mirror and stuffed it into Jing Yingrong's arms. Jing Yingrong was holding his own body. Although there was still no expression on the face, Taoist Master Kongji could read incomprehension and confusion from it.
He said: "Giving you a human body was originally just an attempt based on my selfishness."
"Although it took a lot of resources and a lot of time, I finally succeeded."
"You are the only weapon spirit in these nine heavens and ten earths that has become a 'human'."
"Even if it's just a human skin."
Having said this, Dao Zun Kongji paused.
After a short silence, he said softly: "And now, I hope you live like a human being."
Jing Yingrong's indifferent face finally changed. She frowned and repeated the other person's words in a questioning tone: "Like a human being?"
Kongji Taoist Master smiled and said: "I have no intention of interfering with your future life, but if possible, I hope you will go to the world, see all living beings with your eyes, and walk through mountains and rivers with your feet."
"There are many beautiful and painful things in this world. I hope you can experience them all."
"I hope you can have all the good and evil, likes and dislikes of people, the joys and sorrows of people."
Jing Yingrong listened quietly, nodded and said, "Okay."
There was a touch of helplessness in Taoist Kongji's smile: "This is not an order, just my wish. If you don't like it, it's okay to choose to sleep."
"I don't dislike it," she paused, then continued, "I don't like it either."
Dao Zun Kongji burst into laughter.
"Star Travel Island and everything on the island are handed over to you. I have carved the defense formation and the control hub of the Tianwai Building into the core of your body. Oh, and there is this -"
He took off a ring from his left index finger.
"I have erased the soul mark. You need to refine it yourself. Do you know how to do it?"
Jing Yingrong nodded and put it on his left index finger. Her fingers were slender, and the ring automatically changed to the right size after she put it on.
Taoist Kongji touched his chin and thought about whether there was anything he had missed.
"Those of my magic weapons that give birth to weapon spirits, you get along well with them; if there are no weapon spirits, you deal with them yourself."
"as well as……"
He chattered a lot, but Jing Yingrong only listened silently, nodding occasionally, seeming a little absent-minded. But he understood that she had carefully written down everything he said.
"We're almost running out of time, one last thing."
Taoist Kongji stretched out his palms, covering Jing Yingrong's eyes with one hand, and covering his own with the other hand.
Unparalleled spiritual power fluctuations spread around the two people, the void became still, and even the chaos storm stopped arising and dying.
It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed. The fluctuations in spiritual power calmed down, and the chaotic storm was reborn.
Taoist Master Kongji took away his hand, his eyes were closed, and his eyelids were sunken into deep sockets.
On the other side, Jing Yingrong opened her eyes.
Those strange and cold beady eyes turned into a deep ink color at this moment. Except for the lack of vitality, it is no different from ordinary people's eyes.
"These eyes are more human-like."
After finishing speaking, Kongji Taoist Master had a hearty smile on his face.
His hair stood up without any wind, and his skin glowed with a little bit of fluorescence. In an instant, broken lights were flying all over the sky, like stars falling and light and dust swaying.
In this dreamlike scene, the top of the clouds in the world of cultivation fell.
Since then, there has been no more Taoist Master Kongji in the world.
