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Chapter 2189: Autumn grass grows in the South, and fierce winds blow in the North(2/2)

Fu Zhaofan said nothing. He looked at the tall and mysterious statue of Xingjun.

According to the orthodox tradition of Nandou Hall, he will follow the ancient road of immortality and persevere to his end. His highest goal is to become the true and only Lord Si Mingxing in all the worlds. Turn the statue in front of him into

One of the selves.

Si Ming, Tian Liang, Tian Ji, Tian Tong, Tian Xiang, and Seven Kills, only if all the Nandou Six Star Lords are achieved, such a Nandou Palace can entrust the Antarctic Immortal Emperor to transcendence.

The six-star king is respected by one emperor, and the myth of the eternal star emperor is revealed.

But everyone understands that transcendence is just an illusion.

How many romantic figures have been around since the beginning of time? All turned into mud by wind and rain!

It’s not just Nandou Hall that failed, it’s not just Nandou Patriarch, and it’s not just today’s Nandou Hall Master?

Since the imperial title was removed, the path of the Changsheng Lord has been cut off.

The real six stars of the Southern Dipper located in the ancient star dome, that kind of concrete representation of rules and collection of concepts, have only been constantly approaching for 60,000 years, but have never been truly captured—it is even less possible under the gaze of Chu State today.

Originally...the Siming Star beneath him would continue to evolve over the long years and gradually become the core concept of the real Siming Star. The inheritance of Master Siming from generation to generation is all striving for this.

This road is feasible, but it is too long!

As Mr. Changsheng said, part of a long life is countless accidents.

The Taoist calendar was restarted, the national system was greatly revitalized, and the torrent of humanity was rolling forward... Nandou Palace was still seeking Taoism and persisting in its old self, but when it turned around, the world was changed from the mountains to the world. They all became the remnants of the times.

The Great Chu Empire stood erect in the southern region, and there was no room for the so-called "Star Emperor" beside the emperor's bed.

Before the great grand plan of Emperor Liuhe, even the myth of the immortal and eternally shining Star Emperor was too thin. At that time, Emperor Chu held the sword of Emperor Chu in his hand and cut the emperor's title with one sword. The crown of the Emperor of Immortality is still missing.

Tie beads.

The number of supreme crowns differs according to the severity of the ceremony and the status of the wearer.

The Emperor of Chu thus declared that Lord Changsheng was "rude" and "unworthy".

This great humiliation was also silenced in time.

Fu Zhaofan sat on his knees lonely.

The skylight outside the palace stopped when it reached his back. It was as if the edge of his spine was a sword, cutting through this false skylight.

From his Dao body forward, everything is in the realm of shadows, mixed with the darkness of Siming Palace. Perhaps this is the real part.

It is a long night in the current world, but it is daytime in the Nandou Secret Realm.

The Nandou Secret Realm has lasted for many days, as if it were so majestic that it could solemnly illuminate the ghosts and monsters.

But the human heart is full of ghosts, how can the light of heaven shine through?

During this period of time, the Nandou Hall was in chaos. Except for the most basic frontline defense, all other orders almost collapsed.

It takes 60,000 years to maintain pride, but only a few dozen days in a desperate situation to collapse the system.

Every ugliness that humans can imagine has happened here.

Is there no goodness in Nandou Palace?

Good things are also alienated, and those who cannot be alienated are the first to be killed.

But he, who was in charge of everything in Nandou, just sat and watched. Just like he sat and watched Long Boji's death. The dazzling skylight could only make people close their eyes, but could not let people see everything more clearly.

Everything is meaningless.

But everything that is meaningless still needs to be priced - at what price?

Lord Changsheng’s voice said: “The time is almost up.”

"Did you arrange to send that letter?" Fu Zhaofan asked.

"Go with the flow," said the Changsheng Lord.

"What methods are involved?" Fu Zhaofan asked.

Changsheng Jun said: "No means are meaningful, Wu Zhaochang will not give him a chance."

"But you tried anyway."

“Always try it.”

Fu Zhaofan sighed softly: "Yes. I have to try it."

This is the answer.

There was no sound in the hall for a while.

Fu Zhaofan asked again: "Have Tianliang and Tianxiang left?"

Lord Changsheng said in an incomprehensible tone: "No one will remember their names."

"Then, my time has come." Fu Zhaofan pulled out his sword, held it upside down with both hands, pressed it against his heart, raised his head, looked at the statue of Si Ming Xingjun that could never be realized, and slowly returned.

The sword...enters the heart.

It is not so easy for a real person to die in this world, so he is doing this resolutely. He carefully grasps the power and suppresses the instinct of survival. His sword instills the determination to eliminate the Tao and destroy the soul. First eliminate the Tao, and then eliminate the power.

Finally died.

Flesh, flesh, bones, and soul are all just part of the process.

The contemporary Siming Zhenren of Nandou Hall, who was the most traditional and in line with the orthodox orthodoxy of Nandou and "fitted with Zhaofan", passed away suddenly in Siming Hall.

In front of him was the shadow of Siming Palace, and behind him was the skylight of Nandou Secret Realm. His death was very slow, without wasting any energy, and the process was so quiet that there was no trace of noise.

The back of the Lord Changsheng is in the skylight, and the outline of the Lord Changsheng cannot be seen clearly.

The apse door slowly closed.

Everything about Siming Palace is locked up in Siming Palace.

I have finished writing the 5,500-word extra and handed it in. It would be great if I could count the extra chapters. O, O


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