The World of the Five Continents
A man walked on the main road.
It was early in the morning, and the sun had yet to rise. The sky was hazy, and the vast plains stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was fresh and moist. It was refreshing and refreshing. His steps were particularly brisk, but he left behind a deep footprint with each step. He was filled with boldness and confidence. Even though the dew had soaked his clothes, he remained composed as if he was walking through his own courtyard.
This was his world. His name was "Li Qingshan".
After leaving the blossoming island, the fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. There was nothing more relaxing than the tenderness of a beauty, let alone the fact that she was a supreme beauty, the chief of all flowers. Even if he had travelled very far away, it would still leave him with endless aftertastes.
As he recalled everything that had happened last night, he basically felt slightly tipsy as he rode on the cool morning breeze.
He followed the trajectory of the river of memories on his journey back home this time, seeing old friends one by one: Li Long, Xuanyue, Yu Zijian, Hua Chenglu … He experienced many emotions. Although there was no lack of loneliness and sorrow, it was still joyful in general, especially in Hua Chenglu's dwelling.
In particular, he had flipped through Hua Chenglu's dwelling, bathed, changed, and slept for an entire night. He felt light all over. Every single bone in his body had loosened up.
"Sure enough, there should be a rest like this after a great battle."
However, it was exactly because of this that he was in no hurry to visit the next "old friend". Instead, he strolled through the plains.
That was because the old friend was far too special. She was a woman he had almost wanted to marry, Han Qiongzhi.
Back then, he was still young and inexperienced. Even though he possessed some strength, he had hidden it well. However, he just happened to receive the great affection of the first young miss of the Han family, who wanted to be with him regardless of the consequences.
Who knew how many beauties he had come across in his life, but this was the first time something like this had ever happened to him. To him, it was not just love. It was also an extremely special debt of gratitude.
The time he spent with her could be said to be the most peaceful and comfortable period of his life. There weren't any strange feelings, and if it were written into a story, it definitely wouldn't be wonderful. However, it seemed to be extremely precious to him in this life.
However, in the end, he could not live his life in peace. All the things that happened after that: the deceit, the failure to keep the promise, and the parting. Even now, he still felt guilty when he thought about it.
Thus, he didn't want to see her in this state. He wanted to wait until the fragrance of the flowers dissipated and the aftertaste disappeared before he could face her.
He couldn't help but shake his head. On this trip back to his hometown, many people's performances had exceeded his expectations. Sure enough, the human heart was the most unpredictable, even gods couldn't predict everything.
Meanwhile, in the Hundred Flowers Cave.
Within the dense steam, Hua Chenglu currently stretched out her body, leaning against the edge of the hot spring comfortably. She smiled and thought, Big brother Li, oh big brother Li, you think you're taking advantage of me, but you don't know that I'm using you to make up for my regrets from back then. Hehe!
In this world, who would've thought that the great 'Bai Hua Fairy' would never forget a man? But if they knew that the man's name was "Li Qingshan", they wouldn't be surprised.
However, Li Qingshan had always been a forgetful person. Facing the rising sun, he strode forward. As a result, as the sun rose, the aftertaste quickly vanished like morning dew.
He sucked in a deep breath and inhaled the last bit of fragrance. Suddenly, he broke into a smile. He felt like a husband who had gone out to have fun. Before he entered the house, he had to tidy up his emotions and excuse himself, wiping off the perfume and kiss marks.
Just when he was about to cross the ten thousand kilometers in a single step and arrive before Han Qiongzhi, to give her a pleasant surprise, a strange buzzing suddenly rang through his head.
He furrowed his brows in doubt and subconsciously listened. Everything within a radius of fifty kilometers was under his surveillance, but he failed to find the source of the sound.
He could even expand the range of his surveillance to the point where he could hear everything in the world. However, the sound was only inches away, so close that it seemed like it was right next to his ear.
He covered his ears with his hands again, cutting off all external sounds. However, the buzzing still did not vanish.
His face sank as if he understood what it was. He slowly lowered his hands and exhaled gently, focusing all of his attention to distinguish the buzzing. Finally, he could hear it clearly. It was the sound of countless people, men, women, young and old. However, it was too light and too chaotic, so it sounded like a buzzing.
At the same time, he also felt the gathering and growth of power. It was not very powerful, but it was like silk and strands, endless and different from normal spiritual power.
Not only was he not happy, but his expression became even more serious. He stopped walking as if he was walking on thin ice and facing an abyss.
"Isn't this what you want?"
Li Qingshan smiled bitterly as he muttered to himself. He shook his head helplessly, his hands hanging weakly by his side. There was even a trace of sadness in his expression.
Even when he faced the most terrifying enemies, he had never revealed such an expression when he was on the brink of death countless times.
That power, that buzzing sound, was the so-called "Power of Faith."
Everything happened much faster than he had imagined. Perhaps last night's dream had already foreshadowed it.
Like a ray of light shining through the darkest night, in the name of the "Demon God King," all hopes, wishes, and beliefs were gathering towards him.
Bit by bit, all rivers returned to the sea.
As a result, the scarlet star shone brighter and brighter, gradually surpassing the twelve demonic stars that revolved around it that represented the twelve Demon Gods.
In the past, beneath Black Cloud City and before the two armies, the military aura gathered by several hundred thousand soldiers for a short period of time was enough to sweep through everything, let alone the belief of a hundred trillion demonfolk. It would definitely gather into unbelievably endless divine power.
But what was the price?
Li Qingshan had a rough idea. That was something even more precious than life, something he would rather die than lose — the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine, all for the sake of remaining unchanged.
However, he probably would not be able to defeat the saying, "Rope saws through wood, and dripping water wears through stone". He could already foresee that the influence of "faith" on him would grow greater and greater, deeper and deeper. This was the price he had to bear for the path he had chosen.
That woman, Qian Rongzhi, had not even moved yet.
The voice of a single demonfolk might have been like the buzz of a mosquito, but the sound of a hundred trillion demonfolk gathered would definitely be thunderous, and it would be constant and never-ending. It would be filled with terror, fury, resentment, wails … All the negative emotions that could or could not be imagined in the world.
Yeah, if he was satisfied with life, why would he need to pray to the gods and worship the buddha? Even the human world could not satisfy him. Only the countless living beings would seek out the pure land of bliss, let alone the opposite of the pure land of bliss, the living beings of the Demon domain that were filled with pain and torture.
He clenched his hands and resisted the urge to cover his ears. He could sever all "noise", sever all belief.
However, he needed this power. The enemies in the sky were about to arrive!
That man who seemed to be the embodiment of the heavens but wore the skin of a bear.
The master of the hand that separated the pure land and the demonic land — the Tathagata Buddha.
None of them were existences he could contend with right now. He needed the power of the living beings of the Demon domain. Only then would he have a chance at openly contending against them.
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