(The number of words is large, the starting point may be divided into two pages. Please pay attention! I wish you all the fun National Day!)
Jiajun was a little lost and stared at the bag in his hand. In the blink of an eye, his soul and light and shadow followed, and in front of him, it was already a different world.
The abyss like a sea still had not dissipated in his mind for a long time, as if it still existed in front of him.
It was the saint Xuantian who self-destructed, which gave him the chance to survive. Jiajun almost didn't think about it, so he opened the package in his hand. The moment he opened it, he was almost stunned.
"Senior..." Jiajun was a little excited and a little at a loss: "Why didn't I expect, I didn't expect these things..."
He was still wondering why he felt so familiar with the old man, but the moment Jiajun saw the items in the package, he suddenly understood.
There were several crystal clear items in the package, although small, but I was very familiar with: woven wings, the holy ring of the heaven, the ring of the Wuji, the shield of the eternal. Even another breath that the whole package gave me, Jiajun felt the existence of the Xuantian Coffin.
The name of the Saint Xuantian, once again penetrated Jiajun's heart. In an instant, he thought of his original self.
I remember that I accidentally found the treasure of Saint Xuantian, so to be precise, the help of Saint Xuantian to him should not be underestimated!
When you leave your hometown, when you are notorious, and during the disasters of life and death, these treasures bring you vitality and hope. Even if you receive the blessing of Xuantian from the light of space, they are the guidance of Xuantian Saint.
But now, thinking that the Saint Xuantian had left, Jiajun felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. This is really just a mission to the First Lord? Everything here is really happening? This is the Holy Spirit Continent thousands of years ago, when the first Holy Demon War?
"The mission of fate... appears in front of me in this way..."
Not knowing what he suddenly thought of, Jiajun took a deep breath, took a step and started to accelerate, and soon arrived at an open space.
There was nothing around, bare, which was very different from a thousand years later. But Jiajun involuntarily thought of the scene where he came here for the first time.
It is precisely because of this that Jiajun wants to treat this place as the resting place of the Xuantian Saint. Perhaps only in this way can we truly clear these things. Maybe this is fate...
It turned out that the vow I made was because of this old man that the revenge was about to be repaid. Jiajun couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of this.
"It has arrived..." Jiajun lowered his head and said softly to the package.
Inside the package, the breath floated slightly, as if he had reacted when he heard Jiajun's words.
As the holy power moved, a scene was suddenly opened up in front of Jiajun, with light and shadows as flowing as a wheel, quietly moving in front of Jiajun.
With dozens of breaths, this breath was frozen. The surroundings were pitch black and there was nothing to see.
Although the environment is very different, deep in Jiajun's heart, he felt very familiar. This is where he came from. When he came here again, Jiajun suddenly felt a different feeling in his heart.
If I really did what Saint Xuantian asked, would I really do what I wanted? Jiajun was reflecting in his heart.
If this is true, the task of Saint Xuantian would have no meaning. Thinking of this, Jiajun slowly opened the package and put the holy objects one by one.
The calm ground began to restlessly at the moment when Jiajun placed these holy objects, and the breath slowly flowed. As it came to an abrupt end, it had quietly penetrated into Jiajun's heart.
Closed his eyes, Jiajun seemed to see a sea flowing in front of him. When the breath was completely frozen, the incomplete picture in front of Jiajun gradually became clear.
It was a young man in white, with a thin face, staring at his divine eyes in front of him, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
When Jiajun saw the person in front of him, even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't speak for a long time. Wasn't this person the master he met in the Xuantian coffin? He was the Xuantian Saint when he was young? The next moment, the white-robed monk's eyes fixed on Jiajun.
“It’s very good, I like it.”
The body of Saint Xuantian had disappeared, and what he left at this moment was the projection of the spiritual consciousness in front of him.
Jiajun looked in front of him, and although shocked, he quickly recovered and said excitedly: "Senior,..." He knew that he could not call this person's master yet. The confusion of time and space at this moment made him feel psychedelic again. Just like when he just mastered the time of the undead and saw Xiao Ruifan. But now, after leaving the twin children for so long, he had long ignored this skill.
"I'm dead. What you see is just a spiritual sense that I left in Xuantian Coffin."
People die like a lamp extinguishing. What those who cultivate holy power pursue is not only strength in their bodies, but more importantly, immortality.
What unfulfilled wishes did Saint Xuantian have? Of course Jiajun knew that it was to flatten the ninth floor of the Sea of Demon Gods. This was very clear since he got those treasures.
"What, what will be like this..." Saint Xuantian's eyes were a little lost.
Jiajun also stood there blankly, not knowing what to say. He wanted to dissuade Saint Xuantian from letting go of the hatred in his heart, but when he said that he could not say anything.
"I still failed, it's a pity..."
"senior……"
Saint Xuantian turned around and looked at Jiajun's eyes. Between the two breaths, an inexplicable aura appeared on the five treasures.
The light and shadow were confused and gradually descending, leading to the top of the five treasures in front of them, and a mysterious veil was covered with.
"Do me a favor, kid."
Jiajun didn't know what Saint Xuantian wanted to do, so he quickly stepped forward: "Senior, please tell me."
"Do what I said, come and help me seal these holy objects." Saint Xuantian's eyes were very firm.
Looking at the five sacred objects emitting light in front of him, Jiajun felt so familiar. Are you sealing these? Waiting for the self who came to open up all these destinies...
Jiajun nodded, and a breath shot into his body from the projection of the Saint Xuantian, flowing slowly, and finally completely frozen in front of him, moving with the wind.
With the continuous magic tricks in the mouth of the Saint Xuantian himself, after a few more breaths, several holy objects were covered with light, lost their original breath, and directly entered a square box. This box was the Xuantian Coffin that saved Jiajun's life countless times.
"Child, thank you." Saint Xuantian seemed a little excited: "Thank you for helping me. My spiritual sense must also sleep in this box, waiting for the destined person to open it. Before I leave, I can help you fulfill a wish, no matter what."
Saint Xuantian's eyes were very sincere, which made Jiajun a little stunned.
To fulfill a wish? Any wish can be done? Jiajun's mind, thoughts, countless branches, overlapping around.
Saint Xuantian stared at him, as if waiting for something, as if he had agreed, and the two of them looked at each other again.
At this moment, Jiajun's eyes were full of surprise and confusion, because just now, he seemed to suddenly think of something. Maybe what he was going to do this time was exactly what he was going to do? Could this fateful task be to completely eliminate all this in front of him?
"Tell me, my child, no matter what, I can do it for you." Saint Xuantian said again.
"I once promised a senior that he made a mental vow to avenge him. But after so much, I have seen through it that everything in this world is just a cycle of cause and effect... If it is a wish, I hope that senior can give up all this, give up these hatreds, give up my mental vows and me, so that I will no longer do this meaningless revenge for him..."
"Give up hatred? Give up the spiritual oath?" The saint Xuantian moved his breath, and he seemed to be a little overwhelmed by Jiajun's words, "Child, you are just a mortal, how could there be a spiritual oath to restrain you?"
No matter what, he never expected that Jiajun's request would be these.
"Even if there is a mental vow to restrain you, it is your relationship with that person. I am just an outsider and I can't help you..." Saint Xuantian hesitated a little.
Without scruples about his doubts, Jiajun's tone became firm at this moment: "Senior, I just hope you promise me that if you are that senior, if this mental vow restrains us, please give up it!"
Saint Xuantian was stunned. He didn't know if he really understood what Jiajun meant, but soon, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Child, I don't have much time anymore. Now I need to go to a deep sleep. If this is your wish, okay, I promise you!"
A ray of light like a shadow flashed, and everything in front of me disappeared.
Xuantian Coffin, Xuantian Saint, and those treasures. Jiajun knew that, in a thousand years, a child who had just entered the ranks of monks would come here. Under the arrangement of fate, he would see all this and get all this. The long river of time would push the origin of all this to himself. This is his own destiny!
"The oath that was supposed to bother me actually would be in this way..." Jiajun's shock was self-evident, "This is the fateful mission? What else can the mission of the First Lord bring... How does the First Lord exist..."
The purpose of the first lord was to kill the three stars of fortune-telling? But he himself is the three stars of fortune-telling, so what about this fate?
A vow was fulfilled, but at the same time, a deep sense of powerlessness lingered around Jiajun and could not extricate himself... (To be continued...)