Feng Ci fell asleep soon after.

He felt his soul fluttering in this world, flying over mountains and rivers, crossing rivers, and finally staying on the top of a cliff.

Feng Ci appeared on the cliff and realized that he was dreaming again.

There is probably nothing in this world that hates dreamers more than Feng Ci, because every time he dreams, there is no good thing.

This time it shouldn't go anywhere.

Above the sky, the clouds were heavy, Feng Ci stood on the top of the cliff, the wind lifted his hair, and his slender figure looked thin. He waited quietly, and after a while, a beam of light penetrated the clouds and Luo Feng resigned.

"Long time no see." Feng Ci whispered, "Father."

The tall and majestic blurry figure appeared from the light, Feng Ci only felt a surging energy coming towards him, he didn't have time to dodge, he was hit a few steps back by the force and knelt down on one knee.

An overwhelming sense of oppression descended.

Feng Ci's face suddenly turned pale, and even his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

is fear.

It is an instinctive fear of being angry with the Tao of Heaven.

No one can survive this innate fear alone.

Feng Ci put one hand on his heart, and changed a few breaths with difficulty and silently, and the voice of Tiandao resounded between heaven and earth: "Do you know what you did wrong?"

The voice was solemn and solemn, with no sadness or joy, and no emotion could be heard.

"I don't know." How terrifying the damage that fell directly on the soul, Feng Ci only felt that his heart was aching in the oppression, which made his voice become hoarse, "I'm just fulfilling my father's instructions, cleaning up All the hidden dangers that may lead to the destruction of the world.”

"lie."

The more arrogant spiritual pressure swept in, Feng Ci's body trembled, and he tasted the fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.

"Son of Tiandao, you can't deceive me." Tiandao lowered his head and stared at the young man leaning over at his feet, "You should know that the awakening of your body is also part of my plan."

"Plan?" Feng Ci chuckled, "Your plan is to let 'me' destroy the world of self-cultivation?"

He tried his best to raise his head, his voice hoarse: "Since, why did you help me in the first place!"

The spiritual pressure that was pressing on the whole body suddenly dissipated.

The air was re-injected into his lungs, Feng Ci gasped for breath, and a warm light fell on his side and helped him up.

Tiandao stood in front of Fengci with his hands behind his back, his figure slightly floating in the air, high above.

"I never helped anyone."

The duty of the Tao of Heaven is to maintain the order and stability of the thousands of worlds, and when the demons invaded the human world, it broke this balance. The negative power brought by the Demon Race is the only existence that threatens the stability of Heaven.

Therefore, the way of heaven came to the world at the beginning to help Feng Ci resist the demons.

Feng Ci closed his eyes and calmed himself down a little: "Father, I don't understand."

He knew that the way of heaven does not interfere with the development of the human world when it is not necessary. Even when the demons invaded, he prayed in every possible way, and then he came to the world.

But this time, Tiandao actually "manipulated" the puppet to slaughter the world.

Is there a reason why this must be done?

"...It all started with you."

Feng Ci was startled.

There was a dazzling white light all over Tiandao, and there was a force in the void that yanked Feng Ci violently. He plunged into the light, and his body began to fall quickly.

A trail of blue smoke gathered around Feng Ci's side and slammed away, showing a picture like a pair of ink paintings.

The young man in white sat on the high platform, and six young people bowed down to him.

This is the scene of Feng Ci's first apprenticeship.

"Three thousand years ago, you privately passed on the Taoism that Heavenly Dao bestowed to you to the world, leading to the establishment of Six Sects." The voice of Heavenly Dao came from all directions.

The six young people got up each and walked in different directions.

"The six sects have been passed down for thousands of years. They have experienced prosperity, decay, rift, and union. The descendants have spread all over the world, established their own portals, and countless new sects have been born..."

Scene after scene flashed in front of Feng Ci, his eyebrows lowered, and he vaguely guessed whether Tiandao wanted to tell him.

The rapid development brings not only prosperity, but also people's greed, plunder, and unscrupulous means.

And this thing, when he first returned to this world, he had seen it before.

Sure enough, the scene in front of him turned into brutal fighting and plundering.

But he knew it wasn't that simple.

For thousands of years, the human race has fought for countless things. Although Feng Ci does not like this unscrupulous battle, he has to admit that this is the law of the world.

Without this, there would be no survival of the fittest, and dynasties would change.

Heavenly Dao will never interfere because of this principle.

"...The human race's greed is endless. The Taoism you inherited has opened the door to the world's cultivation, and it has also become the key to this greed."

Feng Ci's eyes moved slightly.

Heaven is right.

Three thousand years ago, cultivators were extremely rare in this world. Because of the unsystematic cultivation method, those who can acquire the Tao and cultivate are indispensable for their natural karma.

But since the appearance of Feng Ci, everything has changed.

He passed on the exercises he learned from Heavenly Dao to the world, which reduced the difficulty of cultivation and made cultivation no longer a distant legend.

Therefore, to this day, there are countless sects of self-cultivation in the Central Plains, and there are many cultivators.

The more cultivators, the greater the consumption of spiritual power.

"There are more and more cultivators, and everyone wants to use the power given to the sky for their own use. In order to achieve their own greed, the human race willfully snatch the spiritual veins, and they are popular..." The ink paintings turned into blue smoke again. Dispersed, Tiandao's voice sounded leisurely, "Do you know that if this continues, will this world happen?"

Feng Ci's body was still falling, he closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't know."

wow——

His body suddenly fell into a bottomless cold pool. The dazzling white light was completely blocked by the water surface, Feng Ci continued to sink in the darkness, and everything around was calm.

- is nothingness.

Humans and even fairy demons can cultivate and survive in the world thanks to the spiritual energy of this world.

Once the aura is exhausted, all they face is... demise.

"A thousand years." The tall body shrouded in white fog showed his figure in front of Feng Ci, he looked down at Feng Ci, his voice was steady and unwavering, "If we don't stop it, this world will be completely in a thousand years. perish."

Not simply the destruction of the human race, but the demise of the entire world.

After careful calculation, this catastrophe is indeed more terrifying than the invasion of the demon race three thousand years ago.

The dark bottom of the water was so silent that no sound could be heard, and Feng Ci stood silently on the spot. After a long time, he said softly: "So... Father wants to prevent the cultivation world from continuing to develop like this?"

"It's not to stop it, it's to control." Tiandao replied, "The world of self-cultivation needs order, and it is a good idea to create the Immortal Alliance, but it's a pity..."

Feng Ci suddenly raised his head.

He thought it strange before, why those slaughtered Immortal Sects can escape temporarily as long as they want to join the Immortal Alliance, why his body was awakened three hundred years ago, but the slaughtering Immortal Sect has only just now. beginning.

With that said, he understood.

Because three hundred years ago, Pei Qianyue founded the Immortal Alliance.

The Immortal Alliance is another possibility viewed by the Tao of Heaven.

If the Xianmen League continues to develop smoothly, the Xianmen sect restores the previous order, and controls the mining of spiritual energy and the recruitment of disciples, which may be able to slow down the calamity.

Unfortunately, the expected situation is not in the future.

The six sects were at odds with each other. After Pei Qianyue appeared, not only did the various immortal sects not unite, but they coveted the secret books of Qianqiu's ancestors, and the open and secret battles between the immortals became even more out of control. The consumption of spiritual power has not decreased, but it has become stronger than ever.

Pei Qianyue gave it to the six gates for three hundred years, and the way of heaven also gave it to the cultivation world for three hundred years.

The results obtained were unsatisfactory.

Therefore, the way of heaven activates his physical body at this time.

All these causal cycles are the result of the human race.

Feng Ci closed his eyes and asked again, "That list..."

"There is no need for so many cultivators in this world. Tiandao randomly selects the sects of cultivation and destroys them first."

The words are unbelievable: "Random screening?"

He and Pei Qianyue have been investigating for so long, even if he later realized that Tiandao was interfering with it, he still didn't understand why this sect would suffer.

In the past six months, how many people have been destroyed and how many families have been destroyed.

But the answer turned out to be... random selection.

Really ruthless.

Feng Ci seemed to have heard an extremely absurd joke. He lowered his head and finally couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice: "You haven't changed at all for so many years."

Without waiting for Tiandao, Feng Ci took the lead and said, "So, what does my father want me to do?"

"The people who were eliminated, the spiritual power they cultivated came from heaven and earth, and should belong to heaven and earth. All you need to do is this."

"Return to heaven and earth..." Feng Ci said, "So that's why I was selected."

Randomly screening out the immortal gate to extinction can not only remove the cultivators, but also a kind of killing chickens and warning monkeys. But more importantly, take the spiritual power of the cultivator and release it into the heaven and earth to make up for the consumed spiritual power resources.

That's one thing.

And in this world, only Feng Ci, the son of Heaven's Dao's physical body, can not only slaughter Xianmen, but also be used as a container to accommodate powerful spiritual power.

Moreover, after the container absorbs too much spiritual power, it is inevitable that the spiritual power will get out of control.

Therefore, Tiandao chose Feng Ci's body and soul.

"You have to get rid of him." Tiandao instructed, "After he completes the task, get rid of him, and release the spiritual power he absorbed into heaven and earth."

This is the real task that Tiandao Zhaofeng resigned from.

Feng Ci did not answer.

Tiandao asked him, "You won't?"

"Father means that the task of the physical body has not been completely completed." Feng Ci said, "Is it referring to the Xianmeng assessment?"

In that list, all those who wished to join the Immortal Alliance had escaped the catastrophe.

This shows that Tiandao still agrees with the Xianmeng and encourages the existence of the Xianmeng.

But this also means that the Xianmen who failed in the Xianmeng assessment will still face extinction.

"Yes."

Feng Ci: "But like that, many people will die."

There are more than a dozen immortal alliances waiting to be assessed, and the casualties of the waiting are even greater than they are now.

But Tiandao just repeated: "You won't?"

Feng Ci stared at the tall figure in front of him, and said lightly: "Why should I agree to kill innocent people?"

"Really?" Tian Dao's voice was calm and cold, "Then you have been lingering in your heart for the past three thousand years, and you don't want your painful cravings anymore?"

Feng Ci was stunned, and the blood on his face faded in an instant.

The figure of Tiandao disappeared in the void, leaving only the distant and ancient voice: "Follow the way of heaven, you will get what you want, otherwise..."

Feng Ci opened his eyes.

The sky is still full of stars and bright moons, and the bonfire beside him has long since been extinguished, leaving only a mass of burning ashes.

He was lying in Pei Qianyue's arms, and as soon as he moved, he was hugged tightly by Pei Qianyue.

"woke up?"

Pei Qianyue's voice was low and lazy, with a little contented comfort.

Feng Ci looked up at him, the other party's profile was handsome, and there was a faint smile on his lips. But the smile gradually subsided under his gaze. Did Pei Qianyue realize it and asked, "Dream again?"

"...The way of heaven?" Pei Qianyue's voice became nervous, "Did he tell you?"

Feng Ci was silent.

He suddenly turned over, leaned over and pressed Pei Qianyue under him, and said, "Do it again?"

Pei Qianyue was stunned: "Master..."

"Shh." Feng Ci didn't wait for him to say anything, just lowered his head and kissed his lips.

After a lingering and deep kiss, Feng Ci raised his head.

His breathing was a little short, and his eyes were slightly red.But Feng Ci didn't pay any attention to this. He stared at Pei Qianyue and said softly, "Let's do it again, okay?"