I will become an immortal in this world

Fang Xun and Yi Xiuyang felt a greater pressure than Fang Jing. They could also speed up their pace, but they couldn't walk as fast as the woman in white skirt just now. After all, they were still at the foot of the mountain, and they didn't know how far they were from the halfway point.

"It is rumored that a cultivator of Taiqing Xuanjiao hiked up the mountain and walked for a year before reaching Yuqing Pass. No one has ever really seen Tiandao. The woman just ran so fast, probably because she had her own goal."

Yi Xiuyang sighed, she had heard that Kunlun was difficult, but only when she really climbed Kunlun did she know how difficult the road to seeking the Tao was.

She felt that it was impossible for them to reach the top by their own efforts, but she was not discouraged. After all, Fang Xun was Tiandao's younger brother. Tiandao would not let them walk for a lifetime, right?

Fang Xun turned around and smiled, "Jing'er, hurry up. If you fall behind, we won't wait for you."

Fang Jing thought his father was joking, so he didn't respond. In fact, he didn't have the strength to speak.

He continued to move forward with difficulty. Gradually, his eyes could only lock on the steps under his feet, and he didn't have the strength to look up.

It was getting dark, and the moonlight was shining on the stone steps of Kunlun Mountain Road. Fang Jing couldn't walk anymore, so he started to lie down and gasp for breath.

"Dad... Mom... I..."

Fang Jing said weakly, but he didn't get any response.

At first, he didn't react, and it took a long time before he realized something was wrong. He looked up with difficulty, but found that his parents were no longer on the steps above. He panicked and started calling his parents, but no matter how he called, they were nowhere to be seen.

For a while, a strong sense of grievance surged into Fang Jing's heart.

Not long after, he couldn't hold on and started to cry loudly, but no matter how he cried, Fang Xun and the others still didn't show up.

Half an hour later, Fang Jing's mood returned to calm.

He looked up again, and suddenly felt that although his parents were not there, this quiet stone step was not so scary.

This is my uncle's mountain, there must be no danger.

For some reason, Fang Jing has been full of trust in his uncle since he was a child. When he thought of his uncle, his low mood was swept away.

This feeling was very strange. Although he had never met his uncle, he had dreamed of it before.

He dreamed that both his parents died and he lived a life of dependence. His uncle came to save him. They killed enemies all the way and it was extremely thrilling...

This dream happened a month ago. He did not tell his parents. After all, this dream was not polite to his parents.

Fang Jing climbed up again and continued to climb the mountain.

He couldn't let his uncle down!

With such an obsession, Fang Jing climbed faster and faster, and his waist became more and more upright. He did not notice that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathering towards him.

At the same time.

At the top of Kunlun Mountain, you can see the brilliant stars by looking up. This is the highest point in the world. There is a huge Taoist palace here. There is a forest in front of the Taoist palace. There is a small pavilion in the forest. Fang Wang and Zhisheng are drinking tea in the pavilion.

"It has been three hundred years since the end of the battle between you and me. Your Taoism is really more and more difficult for me to see through. You seem to be comprehending the rules of time and space, and have affected all living beings." Zhisheng sighed.

Three hundred years have passed since Fang Wang defeated the Supreme Saint. During these three hundred years, Fang Wang has devoted all his efforts to the construction of Kunlun, and Kunlun has now been completed.

The highest peak of Kunlun is ninety thousand feet high. There are more than ten thousand kinds of prohibitions on the mountain, and the number is even more incalculable. The spiritual energy of the world is all converging towards Kunlun. Kunlun has been opened for nearly a hundred years. There are creatures climbing the mountain every day, but no one can walk to the top of the mountain.

The monk Wang Dao has already settled in Kunlun. From the middle of the mountain, there are disciples of Wang Dao who are enlightened everywhere.

Fang Wang asked, "In your eyes, is my intervention selfish?"

The Supreme Saint pondered and said, "It's hard to say. You seem to be interfering only with those who have cause and effect with you, but even so, it will affect all living beings. With your influence, the luck of the world is improving faster and faster. When the gate of heaven opens, the world should be able to cope better."

Fang Wang smiled, he looked up at the starry sky, and said to himself, "This time, I don't want to wait for them to come down, I want to find them myself."

The Supreme Saint was not surprised, but sighed, "With your strength, it is not difficult to suppress the Immortal Court now. Looking at the immortal world, few people can be your opponent."

He has truly felt the power of the transcendental way of heaven, and everything about him is still in the return of the way of heaven.

He couldn't think of anyone who could resist the magical power that even the transcendent immortal king couldn't resist.

The most important thing is that since the end of the battle between the two, in the past three hundred years, the Supreme Saint clearly felt that Fang Wang's cultivation was still improving rapidly.

It's terrible!

Over the years, Zhisheng has also tried to understand the Way of Heaven. The more he understands, the more he feels that the Way of Heaven is the right way. The so-called Way of Saints, the Way of Emperors, and the Way of Immortals in the Immortal Court are wrong. Leaving the Way of Heaven and Earth itself behind may be a wrong path.

Fang Wang then said: "If all the thousands of time and space are integrated, the hatred faced by the immortals will be immeasurable. There are so many time and space with different timelines, and the Immortal Court has an unshirkable responsibility."

Zhisheng did not refute, but smiled and said: "To tease time and space is to tease cause and effect. Too many forces in the immortal world have died in this disaster. In the dark, it seems that there is some kind of power that is balancing all of this, so that time and space do not expand infinitely."

Fang Wang also sensed that power, but even with his transcendental Taoism, he could not fully see through it.

Now, while he is comprehending the rules of time and space, he is also merging the time and space he has experienced before with the present. This is a kind of great power that transcends the three thousand rules, and even immortals are difficult to detect.

"Go down there." Fang Wang said.

The Sage heard this and asked curiously, "What are you going to do?"

"Go down the mountain path and someone will ask you to stop. When you see him, do whatever you want to do."

Hearing Fang Wang's pretentiousness, the Sage became interested. He immediately stood up and walked out of the woods.

After the Sage left, Fang Wang's right hand touched the stone table, and then the surface of the stone table was dotted with silver light. These silver lights gathered into a figure, and the true face could not be seen.

The figure knelt, holding his head with both hands, as if shouting, and sometimes lowering his head, as if begging.

Looking at this figure, Fang Wang's eyes gradually changed.

"It turned out to be you..."

Fang Wang said to himself, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

He was deducing cause and effect, tracing back to the source of everything.

Before this rebirth, he had eight rebirths, and these eight rebirths were not the source of his rebirth. Earlier, someone was desperately reborn. That person used another method to help Fang Wang survive in the reincarnation.

Fang Wang didn't understand why he did this. Seeing him begging, Fang Wang was full of confusion.

As he watched, Fang Wang suddenly felt that he was not begging.

He was afraid!