Chapter 1570 Incarnate into a stubborn stone, twenty-one thousand years!
The wind on the top of the mountain was very strong and quite cold. The wind blew on Jian Wushuang's thin old body, causing a faint sting.
Jian Wushuang remained motionless, sitting there cross-legged like an old monk in meditation.
Time keeps passing.
Day by day, month by month, year by year.
The constant exposure to wind and sun caused Jian Wushuang's body to gradually change, and eventually turned into a solid stone.
Occasionally, birds and animals come to rest on this stubborn rock, and occasionally people come to this top of the mountain, but no one ever pays attention to this stubborn rock.
In their opinion, this rock is no different from other rocks except for its weird shape.
During the years when Jian Wushuang turned into stone, Ming Ba, the true god elder of Qingyu Pavilion, still stayed in the darkness and void, watching all of this quietly.
"This Jian Wushuang, what on earth is he doing?"
Mingba was full of doubts in his heart.
He has been following Jian Wushuang since he came to this secret realm of Qingtian, and has witnessed with his own eyes many of Jian Wushuang's experiences in this secret realm.
At first, he thought that Jian Wushuang had completely integrated into the lives of ordinary people, and would probably end up here as an ordinary person for the rest of his life.
But now, he has turned into a stubborn stone again, but the sound has not dissipated.
This made Mingba completely puzzled.
Little did he know that at this moment Jian Wushuang was in the last and most critical step of the third level of reverse cultivation, to change his life and be reborn!
At this moment, Jian Wushuang finally understood that what he had experienced in this third level of reverse cultivation calamity was a fate calamity!
The calamity of fate!
From high to low!
From a brilliant genius who attracted much attention, he was reduced to a useless person without any spiritual power.
From being an object of admiration and astonishment to everyone, he became a pitiful person whom everyone pitied.
Suffering bullying and torture from God.
Everything is in this calamity of fate.
This calamity still tests the heart.
If the mind can transform, if it can transcend, if it can see through all this, then it can clear away the fog in front of you and return to the top.
On the contrary...it will never be restored!
Like the True God of Wubei, when he was in this calamity, he once fell into madness. If he hadn't accepted someone at the last moment and barely kept a trace of emptiness in his heart, he would not have been able to survive the third level of reverse cultivation calamity.
It has passed, but even after it passed, his character changed drastically.
But Jian Wushuang is different.
From the three thousand years of inner changes in the Xingchen lineage to the violent rage when he first came to this secret realm of the blue sky and saw Chenjiazhuang being slaughtered into a sea of blood, he almost fell into madness.
The decades he spent in the Palace of the Rising Sun, those decades of unremarkable sweeping the floor, made his heart rarely calm down.
This is a true peace, without waves.
And then, he completely transformed into "Wuchen", completely integrated into the lives of ordinary people, and looked away from everything.
Follow your heart, follow your will, whatever happens.
For thousands of years, even though his life seemed extremely miserable to others, Jian Wushuang looked at it as normal and unmoved by others.
Maintaining this mentality, he turned into a stubborn stone and reached the final step.
This step took him thirteen thousand years.
He turned into a solid rock on the top of this mountain and stood there for thirteen thousand years.
Finally, he woke up.
"Jian Wushuang."
The Gu King's voice rang in Jian Wushuang's mind, "The star lineage lasted for three thousand years. Before, it walked in the secret realm of Qingtian for another five thousand years. Now it has turned into solid stone and it has been a full thirteen thousand years. In total, it is twenty thousand.
A thousand years!”
"For these two thousand and one thousand years, every year, every day, every hour, and even every breath you take has been a disaster. But you have not let me down."
"congratulations!"
"From today on, you...are already qualified to stand at the top of the eternal chaotic world!"
When King Gu said this, his voice was obviously extremely excited.
Reverse cultivation and compete with heaven and earth.
Under the pressure of heaven and earth, he achieved his peak.
This three-level reverse cultivation catastrophe is more difficult every step. Every step is a gate of hell. Over the years, there have been many reverse cultivations, but 99% of these reverse cultivation tribulations have died under these three-level reverse cultivation catastrophe. Before, King Gu was recognizing Jian Wushuang.
When I was the master, I was also worried that Jian Wushuang would one day perish in this reverse cultivation catastrophe.
But now...times have turned, or the trapped dragon has ascended to heaven!
Jian Wushuang survived the three reverse cultivation tribulations.
From now on, there will be no more disasters on his path of reverse cultivation.
He already has the qualifications to enter the ranks of top experts.
Hearing King Gu's words, Jian Wushuang felt a little joyful in his heart, but there was no big disturbance.
Immediately, his eyes slowly opened, and the moment he opened them, the stubborn stone he transformed into immediately began to collapse.
A large number of stones collapsed, revealing Jian Wushuang's still extremely thin and old body, but this old body had already begun to change at this moment.
Transformation!
Survive the tribulation of reverse cultivation, and transform from a second-level heavenly god to a third-level heavenly god.
This transformation was completely different from the previous two. There was no divine light coming, no power, and no great movement.
Everything seemed ordinary.
Above the void, Elder Mingba from Qingyu Pavilion is still suspended there. He has been here for thirteen thousand years, and he has long been impatient.
"I don't know how long this ghost life will have to wait. This Jian Wushuang is either dead or not, but he is still half-dead. I still have to accompany him?" Mingba was shaking his head and sighing, but suddenly his expression changed.
I have noticed the changes in the stubborn rock on the mountain below.
"Well, this Jian Wushuang..."
Ming Ba saw Jian Wushuang's stubborn stone recede, revealing his old body. Then his old body, like a dead tree, began to regain its vitality and became stronger and stronger.
The chapped and faintly yellow skin on Jian Wushuang's body gradually became rosy, and his face began to look younger.
In just an instant, Jian Wushuang, who originally looked like a gray-haired old man, once again transformed into the arrogant young man who was admired by everyone.
"God, divine power fluctuates?"
Ming Ba glared, and he could sense that at this moment, Jian Wushuang had not only returned to normal, but also had divine power fluctuations coming from his body.
The fluctuation of divine power, although quite obscure, made him feel a little pressure.
"Is it possible that this Jian Wushuang... has recovered?" Ming Ba thought in horror.
But at this moment, Jian Wushuang, who had returned to his original appearance in the Mountain Palace, and whose divine body had completely transformed, suddenly raised his head, with eyes that had restrained all their endless sharpness, and were as deep as the vast stars,
He looked straight at Ming Ba.
At this moment, Ming Ba's entire figure was frightened, and his face turned pale instantly.