Li Qingshan sat on the high stone steps, supporting his head with his fist and one hand on his knee. He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Yin and Yang, good and evil, Buddha and Demon. All kinds of things, all kinds of colors.
Inadvertently, he revealed a solemn appearance, like a god in a temple. This dark divine hall was his Taoist field, surrounded by a deep and quiet atmosphere.
"Calm and unmoving like the earth, quiet and deep like a secret."
If a mortal accidentally broke in, the first reaction would be to worship, and then pray.
Whether he was willing to accept it or not, he was already a god. Whether it was evil god, human immortal, or divine general of Sangharama, it was just a title. Although he was not a real immortal, he was only one step away.
He took out the Black Sun Demon Heart, which floated quietly in his palm, glowing with a dark light.
He understood all this. Instead of saying it was the Black Sun Demon Heart, it was more like the heart of Kylin, a sacred heart.
This heart no longer released any breath, and was completely under his control. Even the Demon God could not control its existence. It became something that belonged to him alone, and it deeply tempted him.
"Come, my beloved son, my beloved son, I have waited for a long time to become a ruler …"
A faint call came from the depths of the darkness. It was the eternal thought of the Primeval Kylin, and its essence was the fluctuation of the invisible law. Through his Primordial Spirit, it was translated into vague and intermittent sentences, asking him to swallow the Black Sun Demon Heart and bear this mission.
"… to restore the natural order!"
"The natural order?"
Li Qingshan murmured to himself, smelling blood and killing, which made him shudder. He remembered a dream from a long time ago: he dreamed that he was the enemy of millions of people, killing until the sun was covered by mountains of corpses, and the stars sank in the sea of blood.
At that time, he was just a young man in the mountains, and did not know any martial arts. Relying on his drunken anger, he killed the first person in his life, and opened a path of killing, a path to the Nine Heavens.
That was the starting point of everything.
Now he seemed to have returned to the beginning before he killed people, and once again stood in front of the starting point, afraid and at a loss.
However, this time, there was no Brother Bull to guide him.
Was it because he did not have enough power? Or did he need more powerful magic and magic treasures? No, it was not.
He wanted power? Simple! As long as he swallowed this Black Sun Demon Heart, how difficult would it be to become a True God?
The crux of the matter was not only the Black Sun Demon Heart, but also the lotus pond in front of the Great Strength Hall of Nanduo Temple.
Every lotus flower was materialized from the Laws extracted from the Qilin Paradise. The golden lotus symbolized light, the green lotus symbolized fertility, and the red lotus symbolized passion …
However, its essence was another Black Sun Demon Heart, the two sides of a coin.
If he swallowed the Black Sun Demon Heart in his hand, the two would merge back into one. Not only could he dominate the Infernal Domain, but he could also dominate the Elysium.
The so-called "restoring the natural order" was to reintegrate the two worlds. This was where his mission lay.
At that time, even if he wanted to keep the peace, the world would force him to move forward, and Buddhism would not tolerate him.
All contradictions were irreconcilable, the flames of war would burn to the heavens, anger would tear apart the Kingdom of Heaven, and demonic energy would desecrate the Pure Land. Even if he was hit on the head by the Buddha's Palm, he couldn't cry out for injustice.
He wasn't afraid of becoming enemies with the deities and buddhas, and he wasn't afraid of dying in battle. However, this time, he wasn't the only one to be sacrificed.
Whether it was the innocent good people of the Elysium, or the evil people of the Infernal Domain, they would all wail and groan in pain. The mud and sand would fall, and the jade and stone would perish together.
Without Li Qingshan, they would all be better off. He couldn't help but hold the Black Sun Demon Heart tightly.
"Heh, don't let your imagination run wild. Do you really think that you are the savior? Who can you save? "
"Heh, King of Heroes? Don't joke around, you will only be the head of all sins, the source of all evil! "
All of this was not to save anyone, but to restore the natural order. This was where the Primeval Qilin's will lay.
However, even though the tiger loved to kill and fight, it was far from being as cruel as the Qilin.
The heaven and earth were heartless, and treated all living things as dogs. The Qilin was extremely benevolent, and treated all living things as dogs.
He seemed to feel that the legendary extremely benevolent beast was silently watching him, waiting for his dream to come true. Everything seemed to be destined.
At the same time, he also understood why Brother Ox had set up such a test.
Fate might have been written, but it was still up to him to choose. To accept or to reject, it was all in a moment's time.
Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head and asked the darkness in the void, "Why did the Primeval Qilin perish?"
The more he understood the Qilin's Dao, the more curious he was about this.
There was no fluctuation in the dark void.
Li Qingshan shook his head. The Primeval Qilin had already perished. Even though its consciousness still existed, it had fused with the entire Qilin Paradise, and was close to the will of the world. It didn't have independent and clear thoughts, and only left behind primitive instinctive reactions. It was impossible for it to communicate with him like a living being.
He thought for a while, and said, "The Battle of Mending the Heavens?"
The laws immediately fluctuated slightly, and confirmed his guess. That was the imprint hidden in the deepest part of the world's memory.
However, if the Primeval Spirit Turtle wanted to seek fortune and avoid calamity, and wanted to stand on the side of the victors … Then what was the Primeval Qilin's purpose? Originally, its path should not have taken part in any battles.
Perhaps it was also for the sake of protecting the order of nature. After all, "creating humans" was truly the greatest destroyer of the order of nature. In the end, it was slain by Nuwa just like the Primeval Spirit Turtle.
The will of the world obviously could not answer such a complicated question unless it became the master of the world and delved into the world's memory to take a look.
Li Qingshan thought of something and spread his fingers again. The Demon Heart of Blacksun hovered up again.
He was not the master of the world yet, but he possessed a key, so he opened the eye on his forehead and stared at the Demon Heart of Blacksun.
In that moment, the Demon Heart of Blacksun erupted with the most resplendent light. All of its consciousness was sucked in.
"... The Domain of Light is you. The person in your heart is always in light …"
Suddenly, he heard Qian Rongzhi's voice ring out from behind, saying impatiently, "I'm not telling you to …"
Halfway through, he stopped abruptly, replaced by surprise.
Qian Rongzhi seemed to be unable to see him. She was currently lecturing the demonfolk below the steps, but her words were all jumbled up and confusing. The demonfolk seemed to have appeared out of thin air too. Their gazes all passed through him, gazing at the "Radiant King" on the platform in reverence.
He immediately understood that he had already entered the world's memory.
Everything was like a movie being replayed rapidly. The demonfolk below the platform dispersed and gathered again, all walking backwards. People moved to and fro in the divine hall, leaving behind a string of blurs.
He saw how the divine hall had been built, and he also saw how the criss-crossing sewers shrank inch by inch under the efforts of countless demonfolk. He saw the skyscrapers rapidly descend, and the demonic city was reduced to flat ground.
He even saw how the demonic beasts became demonfolk, and how adults became children.
The clouds and smoke changed as the sun and moon moved rapidly through the air. A huge, golden hand suddenly appeared and vanished again, leaving behind a red sun that fell towards the east.
In the next moment, the red sun rose up in the west, and the desolate land recovered its lush greenery.
The warm wind swept over a set of withered bones. The ants surged over in a black swarm, piecing together a corpse from the remains. The wolves returned pieces of flesh and blood.
Immediately, an elk came back to life, bending its knees and standing up.
Time flew faster and faster, stealing away everything and returning everything, all the way to the origin of everything.
The clear sky, the boundless land, the galloping beasts … all twisted and contracted towards a single point, merging into one in the end.
Suddenly leaping out of this point, he saw a half-human, half-dragon man withdrawing that fatal bolt of lightning.
The man overlooked everything, saw everything, grasped everything, like the heavens themselves. However, the sky also shattered from his fury, causing the seas to flow and the mountains to collapse.
The dragon swam around him, and behind him, a thousand dragons soared into the sky. The phoenix unfurled its glorious wings and shrouded most of the sky, proudly ignoring the man's threat. The resplendent light made the dragons retreat.
The scene froze in that moment. This was the origin of the Qilin's world.
Li Qingshan was dumbfounded.
The scene began to shatter from the edges, but from the perspective of the Primordial Qilin, it did not look at the man who killed it, nor did it look at the dragon or the phoenix.
There was only a woman at the centre of the scene. She held her head high, and her long hair danced in the wind. Her slender figure stretched upwards as much as she could, holding up the shattered sky with one hand. However, her lower body was like a snake, wriggling between the mountains and seas.
"Goddess Nuwa."
A sense of childlike admiration welled up within him. Li Qingshan's heart trembled, as if he was gazing at his birth mother. He could not tell the difference between this life and his past. They were both gentle and loving, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
He wanted to stare at her face again, but the scene had already dimmed. Darkness enveloped him once more, and he returned to the empty divine hall thousands of years later, as if it had been a lifetime ago.
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