At this moment, Wang Daoyi, who had gradually turned into a gray sea of consciousness, not only returned to the original state, but even the original starry sky of the sea of consciousness expanded several times. A family letter was now like a sun star in the vast starry sky, with a gentle but not overbearing light.
Nourishing Wang Daoyi’s sea of consciousness.
"Is this the letter from the future that Fu Bao left for me?"
His consciousness gradually returned. Wang Daoyi, whose sea of consciousness and his whole body was bathed in warmth, looked at the letter radiating light in the sea of consciousness. At this moment, his heart was no longer confused.
"Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today! Nine out of ten people are unhappy in life. If you are just afraid of losing in the future and ignore or even give up on the beauty of the present, then you will
It's real cruelty."
"If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon! As a king, I must seize every moment, every person, every thing, and the road ahead, and stride forward without fear! I have a little spark, and the rest
It’s called hope and it goes on forever!”
Wang Dao's eyes suddenly opened, exuding a dazzling divine light. Suddenly, in his originally sharp aura, there was a softness that moistened things silently, like spring breeze turning into rain. That softness was the breath of hope.
As Wang Dao's voice fell, the martial arts heart that had been restored to its original state once again bloomed with endless brilliance, and a purple-gold road flashed away from Wang Dao's step.
Wang Chen looked with joy at the third son who had successfully overcome the disaster of consciousness barrier and even glimpsed the martial arts path for a moment. Even he couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and he believed even more in the hope spoken by his missing father.
Not myself, but the three sons in front of me.
Thinking of this, Wang Chen's breath moved slightly, and his figure slowly emerged from that mysterious time and space.
Many of the disciples guarding the Kongxing Immortal Mountain hurriedly paid tribute to Wang Chen, but those tribesmen who were preparing to open the teleportation formation only glanced at their legendary family leader with fiery eyes and continued to prepare the formation seriously.
Wang Chen nodded slightly to the clansmen who were saluting, and at the same time looked with satisfaction at the clansmen who were still going about their duties without being affected by him, and then turned to look at Wang Daoyi and Wan Shuirou who was following his son.
Wan Shuirou, whose little hand was held by Wang Daoyi, immediately took out her hand and bowed respectfully to Wang Chen. She was really afraid of the man in front of her.
Wang Chen nodded to Wan Shuirou, and then secretly felt whether Wang Daoyi had completely come out of the barrier of consciousness. Only when he found that there was no difference, he felt truly relieved.
Wang Daoyi looked at his father who suddenly appeared, quickly calmed down his breath, and was about to salute. Suddenly he remembered the conversation between father and son yesterday, stopped his salute, and joked with a smile:
"Father, why are you here? Are you here to see your child off?"
Wang Chen looked at his son who was no longer as formal and polite as before, and nodded with satisfaction, but he did not intend to tell Wang Dao about the blindness, but said:
"It can also be said that my father thought that you would hand over the natal weapons and the Xuanxu Mirror that you used as trump cards to me, and that you did not have the confidence to deal with emergencies, so he planned to give you the same three-strike weapon.
Thunder is used as a means of escape from high-level warriors."
After saying that, Wang Chen pointed at the center of Wang Dao's eyebrows, and a more complex mark than the thunder seal given to Shadow Stream before flashed across Wang Dao's eyebrows.
Wang Daoyi touched his brow lightly and it had disappeared, but he could clearly feel the mark of the terrifying fluctuations and did not refuse because he indeed lacked real life-saving means as his father said.
Although he has the body of Zixiao Immortal King, he can only escape with difficulty at the hands of Emperor Wu at best.
If he encounters the Holy Realm, even if he has the combat power blessing of Zixiao Immortal King, he will definitely die, because the Holy Realm can already attract some power of heavenly rules.
Even if the power of the rules quoted is very few and rough, it is definitely not something that Wang Daoyi, a low-level warrior who is not even in the Martial King realm, can face.
Feeling the thunder seal between his eyebrows that he could control and activate at any time with his spiritual consciousness, and thinking that he could escape from the great sage in the future, Wang Daoyi couldn't help but smile and thanked his father Wang Chen:
"My dear, thank you father for this blessing. I will definitely not embarrass you when I go out this time. Don't worry!"
Looking at his son who was patting his chest and promising himself that he would not be embarrassed, Wang Chen tilted his eyes at Wang Daoyi, nodded and disappeared.
At the same time, the teleportation formation specially activated for Wang Daoyi was also prepared. A Martial Emperor Realm tribesman stepped forward and saluted Wang Daoyi, and said respectfully:
"Young Master, go to the territory of the Holy Land of Stars. The teleportation array in the Nightmare Forest has been completed. You can set off with His Highness Wan."
Wang Dao nodded, picked up Wan Shuirou, and said with a smile:
"Let's go, Rou'er, Brother Daoyi will take you to play."
"Go play, play!"
Wan Shuirou waved her two little hands and smiled happily.
As for whether the Wan Sheng Xianmen agreed to take their little princess to go on a adventure, Wang Dao didn't care. He had already promised Rou'er, so he would do it.
However, at this moment, the visitor from the Wan Sheng Immortal Sect was explaining to Shi Shui that no matter where Prince Zixiao goes, even if he is going to die, Rou'er must follow him and not stop him.
Shi Shui almost misheard, and stared blankly in front of him at the three equally hidden senior disciples of the All Saints Immortal Sect, Hua Wucheng.
Wang Daoyi, who was standing in the center of the teleportation formation, felt the increasingly intense spatial fluctuations and said with a smile to the many tribesmen outside:
"Everyone, please don't spill the beans. Your young master is in retreat."
This made the highest-ranking clan members in charge of this building burst into laughter. At the same time, an old saint walked out of the void, bowed respectfully to Wang Daoyi, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, young master, there won't be anyone in our family who talks too much."
Then Wang Daoyi, who smiled and nodded, and Wan Shuirou, who also had an expectant face, disappeared in the beam of light rising into the sky.
Many tribesmen in the Ten Thousand Immortal Mountains looked at the huge light pillar rising from the Dakong Immortal Mountain and felt the huge space fluctuations. They couldn't help but guess which elder from the Holy Realm tribe was out.
However, what they can be sure of is that the person who is out is definitely not the young master, because their young master has already gone into seclusion. Many people in the clan have rumors that the young master is in seclusion and is preparing to become the first person of his generation to step into the King of Martial Arts.
This made them respect and admire their family's young master even more, who defeated three royal highnesses one against three, and who was a legend in his own right. They looked forward to their young master becoming stronger and stronger and leading the family to greater heights.