The young monk with an immature face did not answer in a hurry. Instead, he laughed a few times, and then said slowly and logically:
"It's nothing serious... It's just that I think you have been sitting in this position for too long and it's time to take a rest..."
Having said this, he grinned, revealing two rows of cold white teeth.
"Master Daozu, what do you think of my proposal?"
Hearing this, the stalwart man narrowed his eyes and responded expressionlessly:
"You want to take my place?"
Upon hearing this inquiry, the young monk maintained a smile on his face and responded:
"Why not?"
Seeing this, the tall man nodded slightly, but did not speak.
He suddenly stood up and slowly took two steps to the side. After rubbing his palms on the back of the throne for a moment, he lowered his head and fell silent.
His face was very ancient, except for the divine light in a pair of weathered eyes, which flickered slightly, as if he was recalling something.
Seeing this scene, the young monk was not anxious and just stood there quietly.
For a moment, the entire palace fell into silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but the tall man, whose body was as stagnant as a sculpture, finally started to move again.
He put down his hand from the throne, then sighed softly, slowly turned his head, and stared at the young monk at the bottom of the steps across a distance of tens of thousands of miles.
"Jiang Fan, to be honest, in these endless years, I have met countless ordinary people like you. Do you want to know...how I treat these people?"
These words sounded very much like a threat, but the tone was very calm. When the young monk heard it, he felt a strange sense of violation.
His brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he was about to ask a question, but the tall man didn't wait for him to speak, and continued talking to himself:
"The years of my existence in this world have been so long that I can't even remember how long it was... In fact, even the memory of my own name in my mind has been completely erased in the long river of time. "
"I don't know who I am, why I'm sitting here, what my mission is..."
"I sit here alone and have seen countless eras destroyed and restarted, countless universes born and destroyed, reincarnation endless, life and death endless..."
"Actually...I've been tired of all this a long time ago."
"I wanted to leave...but I found that I had forgotten how I got to this position, and I also forgot how to leave."
"It's as if there is an inexplicable force that binds me to this place..."
"I have no objection to anyone wanting to sit in this position... On the contrary, I have been looking forward to the day when there will be such a person who can rescue me from here."
"It's a pity that in my memory, countless creatures have come and gone, but in the end no one can replace me."
"Most of them, the moment they sit on this throne, will turn into ashes because they can't bear the influence of karma."
"The other small number of people, after hearing what I said, weighed it repeatedly, and finally chose to turn around and leave."
Having said this, the stalwart man paused for a moment. He gently patted the back of the throne and continued:
"Jiang Fan, please think about it, do you really want to... sit in my position?"
The young monk standing under the steps looked shocked.
It can be judged from his expression that the current situation is obviously beyond his expectation.
His mind suddenly became a little confused. While he lowered his head and frowned, his eyes showed a tangled look.
The stalwart man stood quietly on the steps. Seeing this scene, he said nothing. He just held his hand on the back of the throne and silently waited for the young monk's final choice.
Time passes slowly.
At some point, the young monk's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of peas, and his breathing began to become a little rapid.
The aura on his body seemed to be a little disordered.
The tall man still stared at him quietly.
After a long time, the young monk suddenly trembled.
He let out a painful groan, and then a strong momentum burst out from his body.
This momentum, in the blink of an eye, spread out from the star and rushed towards the nine planets surrounding the star.
In an instant, all the materials that constructed these nine planets, including all the creatures on them, were like ashes blown by the wind, turning into a gray dust mist that filled the sky.
After erasing these nine planets, the momentum still showed no intention of diminishing and continued to ripple towards the distant starry sky.
Wherever it passes, galaxies are shattered, space is annihilated, and it turns into the most primitive chaos.
After a very short moment, the universe here completely disappeared, leaving only the star where the two stood.
Alone and silent.
After doing all this, the young monk was breathing heavily. A trace of bright red blood was slowly flowing at the corner of his mouth.
The young monk slowly raised his head, and at some point, his eyes had regained their determination from the initial confusion.
Probably confirming a certain idea in his heart, he looked at the stalwart man on the steps with a sneer, gritted his teeth and said:
"As expected of Lord Dao Ancestor...it is indeed a good method!"
"With only a few words, you almost broke my Taoist heart. But by doing this, you also confirmed one thing for me. You are afraid! Otherwise, there is no need to use this little trick."
After hearing this, the stalwart man finally took action again.
He raised his head and looked to the outside of the star with his vicissitudes of eyes, only to see endless chaos swarming in, filling the areas that had been destroyed.
There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and he sighed inaudibly, and then he turned his attention to the young monk again.
"You think I'm lying to you?"
During the moment he stared outside, the young monk's injuries completely healed, and his condition returned to what it was at the beginning.
After hearing the tall man's words, he responded with a sneer.
"I don't care what tricks you use or your position, I will take my seat today!"
After saying this, the young monk took a deep breath, and then his eyes converged to one point, staring directly at the tall man on the steps.
"Master Daozu, farewell forever..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall, young-looking man on the steps suddenly began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His figure began to stoop, his skin became wrinkled, and his hair turned from black to white.
In less than three breaths, he transformed from a strong young man into a waning old man.
At this point, the change has not stopped, it is still continuing.
Soon, the light in the murky old man's eyes disappeared, his breathing stagnated, and he fell straight to the edge of the throne.
His body gradually decayed, and under the covering of clothing, the bones could be vaguely seen.
And these white bones began to turn black and brittle in the blink of an eye, and were eventually blown into white dust by the strong wind blowing by the young monk's wave.
