Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1716 See you at last
"As long as a divine beast is strong enough, is it enough to become a god?"

Li Ji stared into the tiger's eyes and continued to ask questions.

"Bold, what are you doubting?"

The white tiger was furious, "You want to blaspheme the gods?"

Li Ji's eyes remained calm.

"That's not it, senior."

He spoke slowly.

"The reason why gods become gods is not because they are the most powerful."

"It's because some people believe in their strength."

Gods exist because of belief.

Baihu's pupils shrank violently.

His vision suddenly became a little dazed, as if he saw a huge figure turning away in front of the silver-haired boy many years ago, and the silver-haired boy chased after him and shouted.

"Brother, don't go!"

"Are you crazy? You won't come back!"

"Even if you are the strongest, why are you going!?"

"Don't be fooled, those ants are just using you!"

The tall figure turned around, bent down and touched the silver-haired boy's head.

"No, I used them too."

The figure looked at him with a smile, "The reason why I am the strongest is because they believe that I am the strongest."

"They believe in me, so I am strong."

"Because I am strong, there are things in this world that I must do."

The White Tiger God stood by the river, looking at the figure standing away from him in the void.

The next moment, he lowered his head and stared at the human being on the ground who could be trampled to death with a single paw.

One thing Li Ji said was right.

The high-level ceremony is not a battle to select the strongest person.

……

……

Its daybreak.

Ji Jiashu walked out of the exit under Tianqi Peak, looked up, and saw Ji Qingyuan, Murong Feilan, Chen Zichu and others standing outside.

"Why are you all here? It's like waiting for me."

All the boys and girls laughed and waved to Ji Jiashu.

Chen Zichu was wearing a bear skin and shook his bear's paw at him, showing a silly smile.

Ji Jiashu also laughed.

He walked up to Ji Qingyuan and bowed to his elder brother.

"Sorry, brother, I lost."

Ji Qingyuan shook his head, "You are still the pride of the Ji family."

He raised his head and looked at the peak in the distance, "Li Ji and Chun Yuye have already fallen from the mountain, and at this time, only Baoyue is left on Mingguang Peak."

Ji Jiashu was startled, and turned to look at Yunshoufeng.

Is Li Ji not by her side?

"As long as you can successfully meet Lord Shangui, Your Highness the Princess will win, right?"

Zhao Guang swallowed nervously, "My second brother, you should be fine, right?"

Wait, it seems that the first person you care about is not your second brother...

Ji Ange on the side glanced at him, a little speechless.

She held the hands of Li Jinniang and Guili tightly beside her, and the three of them looked at each other, all a little nervous.

"It's finally the last moment." Murong Feilan took a deep breath, and glanced at Chen Zihan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, "Zihan, is your highness okay? Can you see Lord Shangui?"

"Fortunately."

Chen Zihan's eyes were tightly closed, and his consciousness was following Ying Baoyue through the last canyon leading to the top of Yunshou Peak.

But just as Ying Baoyue was about to walk out of the canyon, with a bang, Chen Zihan suddenly found that his wind had hit an invisible barrier.

"Zi Han?"

Ying Baoyue turned around abruptly, looking at the whirling wind behind her.

boom!
Chen Zihan drove his wind to hit it again, but he still couldn't take a step forward.

He found desperately that this barrier was incredibly strong and could not be penetrated by his own wind.

"Ruzi can be taught."

At this time, an old voice came from the front of the canyon, and Ying Baoyue was stunned.

This is what they are used to hearing before, the sound that the mountain ghost uses to transmit sound.

"Xiaosheng, your wind technique is very good."

The voice of the mountain ghost resounded faintly in the canyon, "But you have never passed the previous checkpoint. According to the rules, you can no longer move forward."

"The only ones who can come to the old man are the leaders of the high-level ceremony."

"The leader of the high-level ceremony?!"

Under Tianqi Peak, countless practitioners who were waiting at the foot of the mountain raised their heads.

At this moment, everyone heard the words of the mountain ghost.

"The leader of the high-level ceremony is really about to be born?"

"Isn't it really the eldest son's cousin?"

"My sister stole my brother's limelight, what's the matter?"

In the team of former Qin people, there were children of former Qin survivors whispering around the fire, Ying Xun looked down at Huo Zhan who was sleeping on his lap, and remained silent.

"Wait, isn't the former Princess Qin the one with the highest realm in the mountains? What about Lord Chunhua? What about Lord Zhaohua? Why did you lose?"

"There's no shady scene in this high-level ceremony, is there?"

Practitioners from other countries also started talking on the grass.

"Where is Shaobao?"

Murong Feilan stood in front of the exit of Tianqi Peak, and spoke lightly with his hands behind his back.

Ji Qingyuan looked sideways and saw Hou Liao's prince Shaobao walking quickly to Murong Feilan's side.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?"

Murong Feilan said lightly, "Go and tell the immortal officials to shut up those people."

Ji Qingyuan opened his eyes slightly. Back then in Southern Chu and Eastern Wu, when someone questioned Ying Baoyue's identity as the leader, the local Imperial Prayer Province would discuss it casually, and the government never came forward to stop it.

However, Ji Qingyuan could understand the practices of the Southern Chu and Eastern Wu courts at that time.After all, most of the cultivators in this world are pretentious, no matter who gets the leader, they will have some bitter words.

Even when Ji Jiashu became the first-level leader, there were rumors in Danyang City that it was all because of Ji Mo's control of the first-level ceremony, and Ji Jiashu's ability to become the first-level leader was all due to having a good father.

The mouth of the people is better than Fangchuan.

Court officials block people's speech, not only can't get cheap, but often hand it over to political opponents.

Ji Qingyuan knew very well that it was impossible for someone as smart as Murong Feilan to be ignorant of these officialdoms, but at this time he actually chose to take the initiative to give Ying Baoyue a head start.

"Why, don't you understand why I did this?"

Sensing Ji Qingyuan's gaze, Murong Feilan glanced at him, smiled and said.

Ji Qingyuan nodded.

"This is because the high-level ceremony is different from the elementary-level and middle-level."

Murong Feilan glanced at Chen Zichu, Ji Jiashu and others who were eagerly watching the top of the mountain, and also looked at the snow-covered mountain in the distance.

Seven full days.

From Yixiantian, to Qingliangtai, to Yuezhao Lake, to Baili Yunti, and then to Mingguangding.

Blood and flesh, man and beast, appearance and heart, separation and parting, trust and betrayal, support and persistence.

The high-level ceremony not only tests the ability, but also the human heart.

Being able to get to the end of so many levels depends not only on ability, but more importantly, on the trust and support of people around you.

Lonely and widowed, unable to climb Yunshou Peak.

"The high-level ceremony is not a battle to choose the strongest person."

At this moment, Murong Feilan finally understood the purpose of Emperor Ying setting up the high-level ceremony 20 years ago.

He looked up at the endless mountain peaks ahead, and spoke softly.

"The high-level ceremony is to select the person whom everyone expects."

The person everyone hopes for.

Ying Xun, who was sitting by the fire, raised his head, looked at the group of people guarding the foot of the mountain, and his heart was shocked.

"The man whom all hope for."

Ji Jiashu covered his chest, raised his head, and looked at the peak that he couldn't see clearly.

The person who touches his heart is there.

Sitting alone by the river beach, Li Ji raised his head to look at the peak of the steep mountain in front of him.

That's right.

The person they all hoped for was there.

If the previous battle was the solitary courage of one person, then this battle was the blood and wish of a group of them.

"Your Highness, you go."

Chen Zihan calmed down, and looked at Ying Baoyue standing at the mouth of the canyon through the wind, "I'll be right here watching you."

"We are all waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."

Ying Baoyue looked at the void in front of her eyes, her eyes felt a little hot.

"Ah."

She replied softly, "I'm going."

Ying Baoyue turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Passing through the canyon, bypassing a huge screen-like boulder, a icy lake with blue waves appeared far in front of her.

By the lake, sitting alone.

　"The high-level ceremony is to select the people who are expected by everyone." Finally wrote this sentence.This is why the high-level and primary-intermediate levels are completely different.This time, it was a battle of a group of people.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)