Start from covering the sky and become invincible

Chapter 62

After getting ready, Zhou Qing soared directly into the sky, like a leaping real dragon, shaking away a piece of cloud around him.

Like a retrograde meteor, Zhou Qing shot up through the sky at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant there was only a small dot left.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he touched a layer of light shield, exuding a glimmer of light, but it was much dimmer than when Zhou Qing first landed.

"It has also become a lot weaker." Zhou Qing looked at the mask, but he was not too surprised, which is reasonable.

He stood in the void, his purple robe making a sound, as if he carried a kind of majesty from God.

He directly punched out, the fighting power surged, and the void was distorted.

"click"

He blasted a gap in the mask, and a little bit of light scattered from the broken gap, gradually melting between the sky and the earth.

Beyond the gap, there is eternal darkness and coldness, that is the boundless void.

Zhou Qing took a step and instantly felt an extreme change.

He went from a fairyland full of vigorous life to a void with only cold darkness, as if he had come from the world of the sun to the underworld. This feeling is very profound.

In the void, you can't feel the passage of time at all, and there is no object to refer to.

There is no end to the void, and there is cold darkness all around, and it is impossible to distinguish the direction here.

Zhou Qing remembered that he had traveled through an unknown number of dimensions before arriving here. He was not good at Void Avenue and could not find the trajectory of his arrival.

But this situation is dangerous and dangerous, and simple and simple.

Because when Zhou Qing came out of the fairyland, some artifacts on his body began to flicker intermittently. From the divine power of these artifacts, Zhou Qing could sense a very vague direction.

He looked behind him, where fairy clouds were gushing out, chaotic mist filled the air, and there were myriads of phenomena.

"Understand the heart, understand the self, and understand the way. If you can do these three things, it will not be difficult to find the way back."

Following the vague direction in his heart, Zhou Qing drifted towards a certain direction in the void.

But there is no way to return based on this direction, because there is more than one layer of void, it contains endless dimensional spaces, and Zhou Qing cannot tell which layer of space this direction is at all.

"If I agree with the way, I can turn on the light in my heart and find my way back." Zhou Qing said to himself.

He tried to ignite the lamp in his heart, but it could not be done in a short time, because it had nothing to do with cultivation, but more importantly, a heart of seeking Tao.

During this dark journey, Zhou Qing would occasionally break through a layer of void space, then reorient the direction in his heart, and then drift across.

If he had done this the first time he fell into the abyss of void, the difficulty would have been much lower, because at that time he was still very close to the surface of the void, and the lamp in his heart could illuminate the way back without being too bright.

But now it is a hellish difficulty. It is difficult to tell how many spaces he has passed through, whether it is thousands of layers or tens of thousands.

However, Zhou Qing was mentally prepared when he was preparing to return. He knew that this was not a short journey. How long it would take to find his way back depended entirely on himself.

"Ask your true heart, follow the path of the Tao, align your body with the Tao, and determine your return path."

Zhou Qing had been drifting in this darkness for an unknown amount of time, and the divine treasure in his heart began to shine brightly, shining brightly, as if it had become an ever-burning lamp, guiding the way in his heart.

At this time, the direction in his heart gradually became clear, but it was not enough, he still needed to clarify his sense of direction a little more.

"My way, my way, the way of all living beings, the way of all living beings"

At this time, in this rare situation of asking himself his own heart, Zhou Qing began to recall everything since he practiced Taoism.

From being born in this world at the beginning, and seeing the mysterious methods in this world for the first time, I also saw the wise words of countless predecessors.

Every former sage is worthy of respect, no matter he is a great emperor, a saint, or even just a Lunhai monk or a mortal, he also has his own views on this world.

"There is no saint in the world."

At this time, Zhou Qing suddenly thought of the words of Emperor Wu Shi.

There is no saint in the world, not talking about the realm of a saint in terms of cultivation, but talking about a kind of moral character. No one in the world can be holy, and there is no perfect person in the world.

Zhou Qing thought a lot, about mortals, about ancient races, and about immortals. Under this kind of thinking, his heart became brighter and brighter, and sometimes the confusion in his heart suddenly became more and sometimes less.

Gradually, the five sacred treasures in his heart began to resonate. At first they only trembled slightly, but later all five sacred treasures emitted bright light.

At the same time, a strange Taoist sound sounded in this eternal darkness.

This sound, with the heart as the hand, Tao as the string, and obsession as the power of playing, sings leisurely and contains a wonderful power.

However, apart from Zhou Qing, he couldn't see anything in this void, and no one else could hear this kind of voice, otherwise he would definitely be surprised by it.

Because this is not an ordinary Daoist voice, it represents a kind of mental state of cultivation, a kind of understanding of the world of mortals, and a manifestation of the strongest potential of a monk.

"Cultivate the Tao, cultivate the Tao, why do I cultivate the Tao? Why, I want to cultivate the Tao, what am I cultivating, what exactly is it?"

Zhou Qing's mind was immersed in a kind of confused artistic conception, he had already closed his eyes, asked, asked his heart.

He didn't find his five great gods hidden in the light, and he didn't hear the Dao voice resounding in the darkness.

At this moment, his villain of spiritual consciousness turned into a colorful ray of light in the sea of ​​consciousness, came to the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, and sat cross-legged in front of the gate of fate again.

Around the Gate of Destiny, there is an eternal rhythm.

It seems to be expounding an extremely great and extremely vast Tao, a Tao in which the heaven and earth, the sun and the moon will decay, but the gate of destiny will remain immortal.

At the same time, in Zhou Qing's heart, there sounded a syllable that seemed to contain hundreds of millions of chants. It was unclear, and the way was unknown. It seemed to be praising fate and praising the eternity of fate.

Suddenly, in Zhou Qing's sea of ​​suffering, the heavenly veins that had long been transformed into a ring began to tremble slightly.

A voice kept echoing in Zhou Qing's heart.

"I am the other shore. I am the other shore and I am the other shore"

Zhou Qing was awakened by this voice, and he suddenly recalled his thoughts during the disaster of being lost.

Instead of looking for the other shore, he chose to become the other shore that all living beings seek. He doesn't like to pin his fate on others, he hopes to control his own destiny.

"People can grow old and their strength can decline, but their hearts cannot die and their ideals cannot be destroyed."

Zhou Qing thought again of the old Confucian in Linghu City. He didn't have any cultivation, but the light in his heart surpassed that of many monks.

At this time, every inch of skin on Zhou Qing's body exuded a strange breath, which was the breath of common people.

I don’t know how long he has been drifting. In this endless void, Zhou Qing has passed through thousands of levels of yuan space, and his way back is gradually becoming clear.

The light in his heart became brighter and brighter, almost becoming a sun, and his sense of direction became stronger and stronger, just a little short of being able to reflect the clear coordinates into his heart.

However, Zhou Qing still did not open his eyes. He was immersed in the rhythm of fate. His thoughts and spiritual thoughts were unprecedentedly sharp and clear.

"After cultivating the Tao and becoming a fairy, can I forget my weak past and treat ordinary people as ants at the mercy of slaughter?"

"Who is it that says weakness is the original sin? If weakness is sin, then everyone in the world is guilty, and there will be no end to building roads."

"It's not that the duckweed doesn't want to take root, the mayfly is just helpless, the ant can still live secretly, how can the mantis risk its life."

"It's not that all beings don't want to become stronger, it's just that the world is like this, and the rules are there. Not everyone has the talent of the Ruthless Emperor."

In this endless nothingness, in the cold and dark space, a strange sound of Dao is roaring, and the sound is getting louder and louder.

At this moment, Zhou Qing realized a part of the complicated syllables on the gate of destiny.

"The bearing of fate is for qi. The root of qi is for life. It is for life. It is for luck. The rules are predestined and it is for destiny."

The Tao in Zhou Qing's heart began to gradually become clear. After drifting in this void for an unknown period of time, Zhou Qing finally wanted to truly understand his heart, understand me, and understand the Tao.

"The destiny of all beings, the destiny of the world"

Zhou Qing's understanding of fate has reached a new level.

Immediately, he felt that in the heavens, a huge destiny was everywhere. Destiny is the rolling river, which is divided into endless tributaries, poured into everyone, and turned into threads of destiny.

Zhou Qing's body began to emit an unimaginable light, which seemed to be able to span a long river of time and shine through the ages.

Time, space, nothing seems to be able to stop the spread of this light.

Zhou Qing's metaspace at this level is filled with this kind of light, and every corner seems to be born with a trace of warmth in this darkness.

This light is a color that has never appeared in the world, but if someone sees this light, they will feel as if this light has always been by their side.

All the heavens and all worlds, no matter how remote the place is, no matter what form of life, as long as they see this light, they will understand that it has always been there.

It's everywhere.

"All the gods and sentient beings who respond to me are on the other side."

"Spiritual beings in the heavens, all sentient beings."

The Dao sound that passed through the void suddenly had meaning, it was no longer the natural roar of heaven and earth, but Zhou Qing's Dao thoughts.

It was at this moment that something seemed to be broken.

"click"

A crack immediately appeared in front of Zhou Qing.

Behind this crack is no longer the same pitch-black scene, but a vast expanse of white land.

Goose feathers are flying, covered with silver, and countless towering mountains are endless.

Zhou Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be endless worlds in his eyes, in which the universe was opening up, the earth's wind, water and fire were raging, and there were endless black waters.

Zhou Qing immediately traveled through the past.

At this moment, a month has passed by the outside world, and people from the three factions have all come to Hanzhou.

(End of this chapter)