As time flows, everything is an impermanent process.

In the vastness of all things, our positioning is our positioning.

The moment outside, it may be a million years of thinking. When the blue fairy's orchid light hit the purple gold aperture that Feng Xian was as scattered as the little sun, the golden light that had originally burst was immediately calmed down.

The speed was extremely fast. In just a moment, the golden light outside had stabilized, and the blue light immediately spread to Feng Xian's main core, but at this moment, there was only a "boom" sound, a loud shock, and a great change began.

In front of me, I saw light splashing like rain of light. In this small space, purple light burst out from Feng Xian's body, which was very fierce. In the dazzling eyes, the hall shook the pillars. Except for the Liuhe Baoding where the Blue Immortal was located, the entire hall turned into a purple sea of ​​light.

In the purple light, water, fire, wind, thunder, flying and dancing, and with a slowly rising human form as the center, it became a wonder. And in this short moment, it has spread and spread wider. Wherever it goes, whether it is the jade wall, the jade pillar, or the jade floor in the hall, it has melted and collapsed in front of such a force.

After waiting for a while, suddenly the water, fire, wind and thunder suddenly shrank, converging toward the human figure, and merged into one, turning into a red purple fire. Among the purple fire, Feng Xian's body was exposed, and there was no joy or anger on his slightly pale face, and there was no fear. In those eyes, there was a clear and flawless divine light that ignored life and death.

"Thank you for your help!" Feng Xian surrounded the purple flames and saluted the blue fairy above: "Feng Xian will achieve something in the future, and it depends on the guidance of the real person today. However, hasn't the real person ascended yet?"

Under infinite oppression, the spirit and vitality were mobilized unprecedentedly, and the broken spirit exposed everything. The three hundred years of deep-rooted will to pursue unity led to the re-fusion of every fragment of spirit and vitality, the instant breakthrough, the emergence of the purple palace heart fire, Feng Xian was no longer controlled by his power.

Feng Xian felt that his body, spirit, vitality, and body were perfect, and he became his own world without any confusion or stagnation. The path he explored alone finally achieved his own unique achievements.

The vitality and induction have gone to a higher level. At first glance, although the blue on the steps has powerful power, it is clear that although it has some of the power of the heavenly light, it is still a realm of the scope of the mortal cultivation. This discovery is very strange.

Didn’t he ascend 800 years ago?

The light of the Liuhe Baoding suddenly lit up, separated a path, and all the pressure disappeared, and the blue smiled: "Are you talking about the blue one 800 years ago? He has ascended." As he said that, a blue light flew out of the treasure tripod, falling in front of Feng Xian, and it turned out to be a fairy robe with feathered clothes and star crown.

Feng Xian restrained the purple fire and took a move of his hand. The fairy clothes came. After a ray of light, Feng Xian wore the fairy clothes and the star crown, and stepped up.

"This fairy dress is good. It is one of the collections of Blue. It is called Blue Gorge Fairy Clothes, which is just right for you." Blue's expression was no longer full of divine power, as if he had put down a very important task for him.

"Aren't you blue?"

"I am also blue, or I am blue! I don't know if the ascending blue is blue now." This answer was unexpected and made Feng Xian frown.

"There are two blues?"

"No, hurry up, sit down first!" Wei Lan shook her hand, and a ray of light flew out of the tripod again. A jade table with two rows of jade troughs fell on the steps.

"Okay!" Feng Xian sat down like that after hearing this.

On the jade table, there was even a cup of tea in front of Feng Xian. Feng Xian didn't urge him. He just took a sip of the tea and found that the tea turned out to be a good tea, which was lightly bitter and sweet, and even more refreshing.

With a blue hand, I saw a group of images appearing before the Yuji. On the image, there was a furry little bug, very ugly, crawling slowly on a tree.

"You see, you know this?"

Feng Xian looked at it and found that he had not left Zixia Mountain for 300 years. This kind of insect looked very unfamiliar. After searching from his long-distance memories, he said: "Is it a caterpillar? It's the kind of insect that turns into a butterfly?"

"That's it!"

Feng Xian didn't say anything, he was waiting for the blue text.

The image changed again. A beautiful butterfly flew out from a ball of insect skin. It flew out, flew onto the branches, and flew onto the bright red flowers. Other butterflies also appeared in the image, dancing among the purple and red flowers. Such a life-stricken scene was very peaceful.

Feng Xian remembered that he was a child who was also running in such a field for a long time.

"Remembering the past!" Wei Lan said as if she had insight into everything.

"Yes! I remembered the past, but I didn't expect that I hadn't forgotten the scene 500 years ago." Feng Xian said lightly without denying it: "When I think about it now, it seems like yesterday, 500 years are like a dream, people are empty, and the world is changing and the world is within reach."

"Those who pursue the way of heaven know that there are many fears between life and death, but we can only walk around." Wei Lan chanted this sentence for the second time, and then said: "Life and death are not afraid of it, it is easy to pass a thousand years. Sometimes when I think back, it seems that it is still on the wooden bed of my parents' thatched hut. Although the way of heaven is ruthless, how can this feeling and this scene be easily erased?"

Feng Xian remained silent, staring at the butterflies, quietly waiting for him to continue.

"A man is like a caterpillar, an immortal is like a graceful butterfly, transforming into the sky, never returning." The blue tone turned serious: "Feng Xian, you are an outstanding figure in the cultivation world now. You have practiced for hundreds of years, experienced thousands of hardships, abandoned countless reasons, and made great efforts, in order to one day ascend to the sky, but have you ever thought that ascension is your true goal?"

"What does it mean?" A purple and golden flashed in Feng Xian's eyes.

"You see, although the butterfly is transformed from a caterpillar, you see, it is no longer similar to a caterpillar. Will the butterfly flying in the sky think like a caterpillar?"

"Of course not!" Feng Xian replied immediately, his tone very quickly.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand, the celestial immortals are not my race, and their hearts will be different." Feng Xian said word by word, and after saying this, his face immediately covered with purple air.

"Just understand. In fact, ascending is like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, is an essential transformation. Because of the subtle differences in vitality, no one knows what it looks like." Wei Lan paused: "According to my thoughts, even the immortals in heaven cannot accurately understand the consequences of this transformation. There are nine kinds of dragons, each of which is different, let alone the immortals?"

"Maybe this is the reason for the heavenly tribulation, to screen the scope of transformation and variation." He looked directly at Feng Xian: "It may even be to erase the metamorphosis that is not popular among the heavenly court."

"You didn't ascend?"

"No, Azui still ascended." Azui smiled: "What stayed here can only be considered part of the real Azui left behind or the shadow of the human soul."

"shadow?"

"Yes, shadow! A moment before ascending, Ai Lan understood that ascension was an essential transformation. No matter what it became, the blue of the immortal in the future will inevitably have completely different thoughts and perspectives from the blue of the body and human beings." Ai Lan said in a low voice: "Feng Xian, have you ever thought about it? In the eyes of the people, treating the emperor as 'heaven' must be different from human beings, great and perfect, and the practitioners take it for granted that the heaven is a perfect place. In fact, no one knows whether they are the existence we imagined."

The golden light flowed in Feng Xian's eyes. He took a sip of tea. The blue words made him feel as if he was straight to the point and saw a world he had never imagined.

"At that time, Wei Lan understood that ascension was an unknown field and everything was unpredictable. Although he still chose ascension, he believed that the younger generation should carefully consider the consequences of ascension, so he left part of his vitality and spiritual wisdom in the 'Liuhe Baoding', and this is who I am now."

"I understand, you are waiting for us to tell us this truth!"

"Yes, that's it. For this goal, I have been waiting in the 'Liuhe Baoding' for eight hundred years!" Wei Lan said, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Since you have fully understood, my mission has been completed, and don't wait any longer."

Feng Xian immediately realized that his body had condensed a real light body, but now it was fading rapidly.

"Wait, it's impossible! If you are just a shadow, do you have such feelings and thinking? Do you have such power?"

"Feng Xian, the road to practicing Taoism is still long!" After saying that, it became lighter and no longer had the transcendent expression. His expression was more like a mortal boy: "The blue that is devoted to practicing Taoism has ascended. Leaving many regretful blues will also disappear between heaven and earth!" His voice became lighter and lighter: "I really want to go home, go back to my father and mother's house a thousand years ago, see the puppy jumping in front of the yard, I really want to talk to her..."

The image turned and disappeared into the air, with only a faint echo surrounding the empty hall.

Feng Xian did not move. He sat in the empty hall. There was no sound in the hall, only waves of magic power fluctuations came from outside.

I never thought that even a cultivator who is as powerful as the Blue and so determined also has many regrets and silences in his heart. Before he disappeared, he was no longer a cultivator, but a most ordinary boy. He recalled the disappearing home more than a thousand years ago!

Time passed, but in his heart, it seemed that the kind parents, the cute puppy, and even the sweet neighbor girl's smile that had long been forgotten all became vivid in an instant.

Is the road to cultivation really so lonely?

At this moment, a loud noise came in, interrupting Feng Xian's sigh. Feng Xian's expression was a sneer at one end, and he looked away. The green wall originally closed outside the hall emitted the intertwined light of the red, white and dark green colors, which were shaken, showing that there was a powerful magic weapon attacking.

"It seems that some people can't wait!" Feng Xian stood up, and he opened his hand and a purple light, and went straight to the "Liuhe Baoding". As soon as the purple light enveloped, the light splashed everywhere. The protection on the cauldron disappeared, revealing the half-cauldron water in the cauldron. At first sight, even Feng Xian was surprised: This is Biyao Tianshui, which can be washed and replaced with marrow. I didn't expect that there were so many here. Although it was of no use to Feng Xian, it only had immeasurable benefits for the disciples who had started to get started.

In the Biyao Tianshui, bubbles emerged, followed by a very crisp sound of bangs, as dense as beads. Whenever the bubble cracked, a lotus bud emerged from the water, stretching out at a glance. The green leaves bloomed from the roll, the leaves spread out, and the two green and white lotus flowers were in buds. They were as big as buckets.

At this moment, another loud noise was heard, and the interweaving light of the red, white and dark green colors of the Cuibi was greatly weakened. Feng Xian looked at it and knew that the Cuibi could no longer hold on to the next attack without the support of his magic power.

This green wall is also a treasure, so it is a pity to destroy it.

Feng Xian looked at the green lotus in the cauldron, and saw its light flying, and knew that it was right in front of him. He sneered and stretched out his hand. For him, who had gained the blue spiritual wisdom, the green wall came back and opened the hall.

In an instant, a fire light flew in with the sound of wind and thunder. Feng Xian was prepared. Another finger, a purple fire flew out, and two phases collided, and a light sound, and it was destroyed in one flash.

Almost at the same time, a ray of light on the tripod was as bright as clouds. With a sudden burst of sound, thousands of stars emerged from the lotus, golden lights were like rain, and they sprinkled across the courtyard. A golden light suddenly flew out, just like a day, with a sound of "?", nine colorful lights surged up to the tripod.

The golden light rushed up, and Feng Xian immediately responded. He was closest to the lotus. He reached out and grabbed it. With a sound of "scandium", four colorful lights were already caught in his hand.

In fact, it was just a moment. The remaining five colorful lights flew out. Many sword lights intercepted, and another colorful light was intercepted. There were four more. They were only a little short of it and turned into real light. As soon as they came out, they instantly came out of the sea and went up the sea. Just as they were about to go out to sea, a red light flashed, and another colorful light was intercepted, and the other three disappeared into the air.
Chapter completed!