Perfect World: The Holy Spirit of Perfection is actually myself

Chapter 409: Wan Qing’s Story of Becoming an Immortal Something went wrong as expected

More than seventeen thousand years later, Beidou, Eastern Wasteland
Baptized by the aura of the Great Dao of the current emperor, compared to the era of the Golden Crow Emperor, Beidou Ancient Star's cultivation conditions and the number of strong men are still acceptable. The dragon veins are full of vitality under the grace of the Demon Emperor, nourishing countless mountains and rivers.

As a legacy left by the Demon Emperor himself to his descendants, the Holy Land of the Demon Clan in the Eastern Wilderness has now reached its peak of prosperity. As one of the only Demon Clan Emperor cults in the Beidou Star, it looms large in the Eastern Wasteland, even if other emperor cults Don't want to provoke either.

On this day, in the deepest part of the Holy Land of the Monster Clan, beside a fairy pond shrouded in illusory mist, there was a thin old man standing on a lotus leaf, standing alone.

He was an old man who looked quite ordinary and thin. He had a tall figure and a pale face. He looked like a down-and-out scholar in the countryside. There was an unyielding look between his brows.

But at this moment, the old man is reaching into the depths of the starry sky again and again, fishing out one barren ancient star after another. He seems to be crushing the stars into stardust at will, and scattering them in front of him like fertilizer. In the fairy pond.

"Wow!"

The essence of the stars is sprinkled into this sacred pool, making the glow in it even more dazzling. The stunning lotus flowers in the pool are gently shaking, absorbing the essence of these stars, and also worshiping the old man.

The old man stared at the treasure lotuses in the pool, his face full of love and reluctance. Even though he was fundamentally different from the lotus demons in the pool, it still did not affect him from regarding these demon lotuses as his clansmen and allowed them to treat them as his own. Called himself the Demon Emperor.

This old man is naturally the Qing Emperor Wanqing. As the great emperor who illuminated the entire era more than 10,000 years ago, he has inevitably grown old and his blood has dried up, making it difficult for him to regain his former glory.

But he still established the orthodoxy and raised his descendants, just like ordinary sentient beings, passing on the scriptures and bloodline.

For this reason, he appeared in front of future generations for the first time in a long time. He found several young people with great potential in the Holy Land of the Monster Clan, and passed down the emperor's insights and told the truth.

It was not until a long time later that the face of this eternally famous emperor returned to normal and he nodded to Huangta.

Suddenly, a low and distant voice sounded from the Qing Emperor's ears, like someone striking a fairy bell from the upper reaches of the river of time, giving the sound a strong aura of time.

As a divine being channeled through the elixir, Wanqing's origin is not like the demon clan, but more like the Holy Spirit. Throughout the ages, he has been alone and lacked companionship.

But everyone understands that compared to the emperor in his youth, the Qing Emperor of this era is undoubtedly more terrifying. His knowledge, experience and state of mind have already undergone transformation due to the long accumulation of life. Even if the universe collapses in the next moment, he will not Will blink.

He raised it gently, and the extremely concentrated sun fire essence in his hand turned into fine gravel and sank to the bottom of the fairy pool.

"You don't have much time. A lot has been done."

Ever since a hundred years ago, Emperor Qing has made up his mind to bid farewell to this beautiful world and pursue his own path.

He looked towards the direction where the sound came from. In the hazy mist, a brilliant nine-story tower was gently swaying. It was made of unknown immortal bronze, but it was as warm and clear as jade, and full of the vitality of immortality.

"I know."

After saying these words, the Qing Emperor paused, and the sun star in his hand was immediately crushed into nothingness. The infinite sun fire spirit was crushed into powder by the imperial aura. The divine aura surged, and the power contained in it was enough to make any saint's heart... trembling.

In the past hundred years, Wanqing has personally traveled to many places, including the Qinling Mountains in Zhongzhou, to guide the way for the Holy Spirit transformed from one of the dream-level dragon marrows. He also built a Yang Tomb and a Yin Tomb for himself, turning them into Taoist treasures, leaving a legacy for those who came after him. the possibility of rising.

"My road to becoming an immortal is long, and when I wake up again, I'm afraid it will be after countless reincarnations."

After carefully recalling his splendid life of ten thousand years, Qingdi sighed deeply. The worldly affairs were over and it was time to leave. With the talent of a lotus in the eternal blue sky, in just over 17 years, he has already planned his own path to immortality, which is to use his own power to create the world, from scratch, from ordinary to immortal, and open up a splendid world. The fairyland!

To be honest, he has absolute confidence in his path to becoming an immortal. After all, he is still young and has just reached his old age in his first life. With the help of Huangta, one of the four ancient immortal weapons, he will definitely be able to go against the will of heaven. Create a fairyland from the universe!

For this reason, he did not hesitate to dismember his own body, turning the chaotic green lotus body that was the foundation of the elixir into an emperor's weapon, and also suppressed the demon emperor's heart into the tomb, leaving only the soul to escape into the desolate tower to carry out an unprecedented plan!

"Crash!"

But just when the Qing Emperor was about to dismember his body according to his own ideas, suddenly there was the sound of a distant and majestic rushing river. It seemed that endless time was flowing past him. Among them, there was a pair of objects that were more vast than the universe. eyes staring at himself.

At this moment, even though he was in the supreme realm of the Supreme Realm, Wan Qing felt a sense of unreality rising from his heart. At this moment, he felt as if he had had a dream, an extremely long and extremely real dream.

In the dream, Wan Qing did not hear the sound of the rushing river. He was extremely decisive and successfully dismembered his body, turning it into an imperial soldier in the Holy Land of the Monster Clan, suppressing the tribe and oppressing the universe.

As for Wanqing himself, he stepped into the desolate tower as a soul. While suppressing his own body, he studied the path to becoming an immortal by opening up the immortal realm.

The Huangta is magical. The power of the fairy weapon helped Wan Qing successfully cut off the connection between himself and the Tianxin mark, and perfectly suppressed his own aura, making his life flow extremely slowly.

This discovery made Wan Qing very happy, because after thousands of years of deduction, he found that establishing the Immortal Realm is not as simple as theory. It is not only necessary to create an unbreakable universe, but also to have real immortal rules in this universe. , making the creatures in it live forever.

For Wanqing, who is at the pinnacle of human nature, it is really a very, very difficult goal.

But as the Emperor of the Zhetian Era and the most powerful Demon Emperor in the post-Desolate Ancient Era, Wan Qing did not give up because of this small setback. He firmly chose to continue, hoping to leverage the power of immortality with his human body. , evolved into the fairyland little by little.

In this way, Wan Qing seemed to be possessed by a demon, constantly using his human body to deduce the essence of the power of immortality, starting from the most basic structure of the universe, and creating the immortal realm.

With such a huge evolution, even if Huangta suppresses his body, Qingdi's soul source will be rapidly consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like water dripping from the blazing sun, and he will not be able to achieve any real results at all.

Just like this, ten thousand years after Wanqing entered the Desolate Tower, he could no longer hold on. Looking back, he had already stuck himself in a dead end. There was no way forward, and retreat would lead to death. As a last resort, He could only choose to sleep.

After that, Wanqing slept for an unknown number of years until one day, a bloodline carrying great power and great cause and effect went against the chaotic Azure Lotus Emperor soldiers from the outside world and fed back Wanqing's soul. This sleeping person The long-lost soul revived again and found itself.

But that was of no use, both the way forward and the way back were cut off, and there was no other way before Wan Qing. He was like a traveler trapped on the island of Palm. No matter which way he went, it was a dead end.

"Is my path...wrong?"

It was only then that Wan Qing woke up from the dream of becoming an immortal, sighed quietly, and had to admit his failure.

"Crash!"

The familiar sound of the rushing river of time sounded again from Wanqing's ears, and everything he experienced turned into dreamy bubbles and dissipated in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)