Pei Tu Gou
Chapter 737 An Qisheng's Troubles
Looking at the majestic figure with his Daoist robe fluttering, Li Qingyuan was completely confused. He turned his head and said, "What riddles are you two playing at? This old Daoist is utterly baffled..."
He didn't have Juechen Daoist's insight and couldn't see An Qisheng's current state.
He had scrutinized him carefully for a long time before, only feeling that his physique was strong and his Qi and blood were extremely vigorous. He couldn't see any injuries on him at all.
An Qisheng smiled and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Daoist, these days, I've had a question in my heart that I'd like to hear your opinion on."
"You are a god of the mortal world; what could you possibly need to ask me?"
Li Qingyuan was a little suspicious but nodded anyway. He was also curious about what could possibly perplex An Qisheng these days: "Tell me."
"As long as one is human, they have perplexities. If one day I have no worries and no more perplexities, then I will no longer be human."
A ripple appeared in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes: "If the sky were to fall, what would you do?"
The sky falling?
Li Qingyuan subconsciously raised his head. The long sky filled with wind and snow was so high that its edges couldn't be seen.
"If the sky falls, naturally the taller ones will hold it up."
Li Qingyuan's heart stirred. These words seemed to have a deeper meaning. Could it be that the sky was really going to fall?
"What if you are the tallest, and there is no one taller?"
An Qisheng asked again.
Li Qingyuan's breathing stagnated. He felt an invisible shock in his heart. In a daze, he only felt that the sky was really about to fall, and looking around, he was already the tallest.
He felt an inexplicable oppression in his heart and couldn't help but mutter, "Then, I can only hold it up..."
"What if you can't hold it?"
An Qisheng looked at Li Qingyuan. The old Daoist was sweating on his forehead, and white steam was rising from his body, obviously no longer feeling cold.
"If I can't hold it..."
The pressure receded, and Li Qingyuan staggered, almost falling to the ground. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This old Daoist only has one life. If I lose it, then so be it.
Anyway, everyone will be with me, so it's not a loss."
An Qisheng wasn't surprised. This old Daoist's gentle and peaceful nature also had a strong side to it.
In fact, any world, any country, has warriors who are not afraid of life and death in the face of desperation.
"If you have a way to save everyone, but it might also make them die faster, perhaps some people who shouldn't have died will die, and the living might go to a world that isn't so beautiful...
What would you do?"
An Qisheng's expression was calm as he asked his question: "Your city, your country, even the entire Xuanxing (Earth), the fate of everyone you know and don't know is in your hands.
What would you do?"
An Qisheng's tone was calm, without the slightest threat.
But Li Qingyuan, who was facing the question directly, was sweating profusely. The enormous pressure instantly filled his heart, even making him forget that it was just a question.
It was as if he really held the fate of everyone in his hands before the sky collapsed.
Pressure!
The enormous pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say a word.
He had the courage to coexist with everyone before destruction.
But how should he choose?
"I, don't know..." Li Qingyuan replied in a hoarse voice. When the pressure receded, he seemed to be exhausted and fell to the ground.
"You don't know..."
An Qisheng put down the fingers carving the stone statue and sighed, "I also don't know..."
The future is uncertain and constantly changing.
In Tong Zhengyang's fate trajectory, he glimpsed the first disaster of Xuanxing (Earth), which was Tong Zhengyang's blood refining of Xuanxing (Earth).
After Tong Zhengyang died, he saw the second destruction of Xuanxing (Earth) in Zhu Shang's fate trajectory. This time, the whole world was destroyed, and everyone became zombies.
But in the end, Chu Fan rose by inheriting the Xuanxing (Earth) consciousness and became the savior.
But then, there was Russell, the descendant of the nightmare Hydra...
What about after Russell?
In the face of one cosmic shift after another, perhaps in the face of endless disasters, he was like Li Qingyuan facing the collapse of the sky.
He could certainly transform Xuanxing (Earth) according to his own ideas, but until the future he saw, Xuanxing (Earth) was not truly destroyed.
Changing it according to his own will might bring destruction instead?
This was the biggest doubt and hesitation in his heart since he returned from the dream.
Xuanxing (Earth) was the place where he was born and raised, and it had his last sense of belonging as a person, which could not be compared to any other world.
"Huff~"
Li Qingyuan gasped for breath, sweating profusely, but he didn't complain about An Qisheng. Instead, his expression was solemn, and his voice even trembled slightly:
"Does that snake have any siblings, parents, or grandparents?"
The battle when the Serpent of Destruction descended three years ago was unforgettable to everyone on Xuanxing (Earth). Even now, people are still discussing it on various forums, and the popularity is high worldwide.
As the person who killed the Serpent of Destruction, how could Li Qingyuan not be nervous about An Qisheng's words?
In his opinion, the closest thing to the sky falling was when the Serpent of Destruction descended on Xuanxing (Earth) that time.
The old Daoist's eyes darted around like a frightened rabbit, but to his disappointment, An Qisheng nodded:
"You guessed right, it really does."
"......"
Li Qingyuan was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, he touched his frozen buttocks and stood up, sighing, "Your achievements now far surpass mine, and I have nothing to teach you..."
He shook his body and said, "True constancy responds to things, true constancy obtains nature! You are a celestial being, you should understand this principle."
"Follow my heart."
An Qisheng muttered to himself. In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart, but there was a trace of hesitation.
"Wait..."
Looking at An Qisheng's expressionless face, Li Qingyuan suddenly regretted it and hurriedly added, "This old Daoist thinks you should ask them for their choice..."
Later, he slowed his tone: "Although I don't know what you have experienced, you are too high up. Sometimes, you should come down and walk around..."
"Daoist is right."
An Qisheng came back to his senses. Looking at Li Qingyuan, who was facing a great enemy, he also felt that he had gone too far. His divine will was too strong at this time, and he could affect others and even the world if he wasn't careful.
Juechen Daoist thought that the extreme cold of Tianlian Mountain was due to the aftershocks of the battle three years ago, but in fact, it was because his spirit was fluctuating.
"Sigh."
Li Qingyuan suddenly sighed: "The ancients said that dragons do not live with snakes, and immortals and mortals cannot interact. It really does not deceive me..."
Of course, he wouldn't think that An Qisheng would deliberately target him, but because of this, he couldn't help but feel emotional.
His own emotions fluctuated slightly, and he had several ups and downs, almost exhausted. What a huge gap this was!
"The ancients also said that heaven and man are one, right? Heaven is even higher than dragons and immortals."
An Qisheng glanced at the unfinished statue, stood up, adapted slightly, and walked out of the Taoist temple.
"Isn't Juechen Daoist asking you to heal your injuries?"
Li Qingyuan subconsciously chased after him.
But he only saw the wind blowing for hundreds of miles, and the world was a vast expanse of white. There was no one there anymore, only a voice that the wind couldn't disperse, resounding forcefully:
"Daoist has a point, I should indeed come down and walk around."
"This..."
Li Qingyuan chased to the edge of the cliff but didn't see anyone. He couldn't help but be stunned: "Juechen Daoist, you said this is a serious injury???"
......
He's gone down the mountain!
A message reported by a special forces soldier and transmitted by the artificial intelligence Yinglong immediately attracted the attention of the entire Special Affairs Bureau.
The Special Affairs Bureau was almost completely wiped out three years ago, but in three years, with the support of the government, it quickly recovered its strength, and even had more experts.
Only three years had passed in reality, but thirty years had passed in the dream realm.
Although the dream realm and reality could not be completely converted, it was enough for batches of experts to emerge.
"Where's Old Lu?"
Inside a silver-white metal base that isolated the inside from the outside, a Special Affairs Bureau expert broke in, hurrying along.
"...The experiments in the dream realm have initially yielded results. Under the leadership of Qinglong and Dr. Wang, a usable laboratory has been reconstructed..."
Inside the base, several people in white coats were telling Lu Shiping about the progress in the dream realm.
"It's still a bit slow, but it's understandable."
Lu Shiping nodded.
Climbing the tech tree from scratch was not so simple, even with knowledge reserves. He was already very surprised to see progress.
"Old Lu!"
At this time, the Special Affairs Bureau expert broke in: "That one has gone down the mountain!"
"Huh?!"
Lu Shiping was shocked: "Why would he go down the mountain?"
Who he was didn't need to be asked at all.
Since the first dreamer cultivated Yin Yang Wuji, the Special Affairs Bureau people had been using various code names to refer to the strong among the dreamers.
And 'he' always specifically referred to one person.
"He went down the mountain after Juechen Daoist went up the mountain..." The expert was a little nervous: "What should we do?"
Hearing that 'Juechen Daoist' had been up the mountain, Lu Shiping breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't do anything, and withdraw the people outside Tianlian Mountain!"
"But..." The expert was still a little hesitant.
The recordings of the battle three years ago were still being played repeatedly in the Special Affairs Bureau from time to time. The fear of that person was etched in the bones of all the dreamers in the Special Affairs Bureau.
"There's no buts!"
Lu Shiping scolded sternly, then sighed:
"He killed the Serpent of Destruction. Even if you all go together, can you block his King's Authority Sword?"
......
Whoosh~
The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed.
The sunlight shone on the sea, a dazzling expanse of shimmering light.
This was a small, desolate island that couldn't even be seen on satellite maps. Standing on one side, you could see the other. It was more like a large piece of reef than a desolate island.
"This should be it..."
On the deck of the yacht, Bai Hu's expression was solemn. After days of searching, they finally locked onto the place where Xue Zheng last transmitted information.
"'Yinglong'! Is there really no record of this island in your database?"
Mr. Di smoothed the few strands of hair that were blown out of place by the sea breeze. Yinglong's cold synthesized voice had already sounded in everyone's ears:
"The magnetic field is abnormal. This island is not under the surveillance of any satellite..."
As the few people were talking, Su Jie's expression also changed on the other side of the deck. He felt a familiar fluctuation on this island:
"This island..."