Chapter 1036 Ancient Bronze Palace
The photo stone seemed to be recording his own passing. In the end, he still accomplished nothing, gained nothing, and could not touch anything. It was extremely ridiculous.
But at the last moment, Feng Jinyu seemed to be relieved again. This was the case for hundreds of millions of ordinary immortal cultivators in the three thousand worlds. She had always been just one of them...
He didn’t have other people’s magnificent journey to immortality, he didn’t have an astonishing talent for immortality, and he didn’t have a world-shattering background. He had always been unknown, doing things that seemed meaningless to outsiders, and ended his life in confusion.
At the last moment of confusion, Feng Jinyu finally smiled, as if he had completely accepted his own mediocrity and incompetence, and it would be better to die in a place where no one cared about him.
As long as this journey to immortality feels meaningful to you, that's enough.
His weak spiritual consciousness surged, urging the image stone, and he watched the most beautiful scene on the journey to immortality. He tried his best and had no regrets.
When Feng Jinyu's eyes were cloudy, a man in black robes walked up to him. He was a skeleton, with a ghostly fire in his eyes. He looked quite strange, like a seducer...
At this time, he was not afraid of anything anymore. He sneered and said weakly: "My eldest brother and He Ling live in the underworld. Just take me there."
However, before he could finish his words, he was taken away by the man in black robe, and the photo was cut off at this moment.
Chen Yanshu's eyes flickered, that man in black robe was a ghost cultivator from the Eastern Wasteland.
The screen paused slightly.
A new picture slowly unfolded. Feng Jinyu looked dull and had gray eyes, but he was still looking at the map. He also prepared many immortal resources and sent them back to his own clan.
At this time, he has entered the Hedao stage and is still alive.
But his legs are just a pair of skeletons, neither human nor ghost.
Feng Jinyu has not spoken another word so far, her face is full of indifference, and she is guarding outside an ancient bronze palace, looking at an unknown place in the distance.
The scene changes to many years later.
He climbed out of an immortal tomb, surrounded by skeleton monks. At this time, his hands had become skeletons, and he left holding a huge boulder. A flash of spiritual wisdom suddenly flashed in his dull gray eyes.
His life is short, and his only destination is to become a bronze ghost, guarding outside the ancient bronze temple without any consciousness...
After returning to the East Wasteland, he quietly integrated the essence and blood of his head into the ghost stone unearthed from the Immortal Tomb, hoping to escape!
But this is a wild world where the weak prey on the strong, but it has never been a place to play house. It was quite ironic that he was suppressed to death by a strong ghost cultivator with a palm, and he did not even escape a hundred miles.
But the Ghost Stone with the Arm and the Image Stone flew towards Fallen Sky Island, seemingly contaminated with Feng Jinyu's last essence and blood, and the last thing he thought about at the last moment was to escape there!
The second-grade immortal tomb spirit escaped far away, but the strong ghost cultivator could not catch up and could only watch it disappear.
A few years later.
There was an extra skeleton outside the ancient bronze palace, but it was just walking there in a daze, its empty eyes looking somewhere in the distance, and gradually blending into the surrounding skeletons.
...day after day, year after year.
I don’t know how long it took, the wild sea of stars shook, the vast immortal light shocked the world, and a cultivator who dominated the world became an immortal in the sea of stars! ! !
The majestic immortal light projected for billions of miles, shining on the mountains and rivers. The endless ghost cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland bowed their hands in salute, raising their hands and feet with full respect.
Even the strong ghost cultivator who once suppressed Feng Jinyu almost knelt down and worshiped the Supreme Immortal! !
Outside the ancient bronze palace.
The movements of the skeletons fell into sluggishness, and the pressure of heaven and earth rolled in. It seemed that there was a brilliant fairy looking down at the heaven and earth and asking indifferently: Why don't you worship? !
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Skeletons kneeled down in an instant to respect the immortal!
Suddenly, a skeleton seemed to be blessed by an immortal and suddenly stepped up. The ghost stone with arms far away on Fallen Sky Island was also blessed by the immortal light and escaped from afar. It took this skeleton and fled madly.
However, those strong ghost cultivators just looked at them with cold eyes. The peerless strong man became an immortal, and the Immortal Lord came to the world. If we don't cause any killing today, what will happen if we let go of brats like you? !
After leaving the Ancient Bronze Palace, you are nothing more than a withered skeleton.
They just glanced at it a little longer and saluted in the direction of the immortal light. This was the real shocking event.
Later, this group of strong men also found out who this man who became an immortal was, the ancestor of the Taboo Immortal Way and the Five Elements Taoist—Chen Xun!
In Falling Sky Island.
The through-arm ghost stone actually carried the skeleton and escaped into the center of the thunderstorm. Its spirituality was also flowing crazily, as if it was escaping and running in a certain direction.
I do not know how long it has been.
The spirituality of the through-arm ghost stone finally disappeared, and it slowly stopped in the depths of the thunderstorm, as if it were engraved in the heaven and earth here, standing still.
The skeleton mechanically picked up a picture stone, which was well preserved by the ghost stone. He had no consciousness and nothing, as if he was doing something subconsciously.
The light curtain slowly unfolded:
"With me here, at least you can find someone to talk to!"
"Today...today...the weather is so beautiful!"
"Why don't we leave... a photo!"
"He Ling...I picked it casually. It's not precious. I gave it to you."
"Jinyu, thank you!"
……
Pictures flashed one after another, showing a quiet and smiling fairy woman holding a bunch of flowers and looking at each other with a smile. Of course, there was also a fool standing next to her.
The skeleton looked mechanically, and the bones of his hands were slightly raised for no apparent reason, as if he was touching something. He had lost his emotions, his complexion, and everything.
He was just doing some repetitive and mechanical actions, and I'm afraid even he himself didn't know what he was doing.
"Sir, the Wumu Immortal Ridge and the Garbage Recycling Plant have issued obituaries...Miss Nangong and others died on their way to the war outside the territory..."
Suddenly an inexplicable sound came from nowhere, and his skeleton began to tremble violently. It was just a tremor. He had no thoughts and understood nothing.
a long time.
The skeleton seemed to have lost the last bit of strength and lay weakly on the stone platform of the ghost stone. The empty eyes were still looking blankly without knowing where.
But his skeletal hands were tightly holding the Xuanjie Image Stone, like his most precious treasure...
After a long time.
This skeleton no longer moved. No matter how the outside world changed, no matter how the Five Elements Taoist from the outside world led his army into the Tianhe River, no matter how the world of the three thousand world changed, he still lay here quietly.
...Nobody cares.
He seemed to have gone through this ordinary and bumpy life, but in the end he still did not do anything meaningful, and continued to rise and fall following the vast world of immortality in the three thousand worlds.
No one knows his name, and no one pays attention to his past.
The final identity seems to be just a skeleton guarding the ancient bronze palace in the Five Ghosts Jintian Dao.
He did not rise as powerfully as Shi Rongxian, nor was he a late bloomer like Yin Tianshou, nor was he as brilliant as Taoist Chen Xun.
This skeleton was just an unknown passerby in the vast immortal history of the great world, and was eventually seen by outsiders accidentally.
……
Chen Yanshu was silent for a long time, took a deep look at the skeleton, solemnly made an immortal gift, and said slowly:
"Junior Chen Yanshu, pays homage to senior Feng Jinyu..."
