Qin Yu, who was immersed in sensing the earth around him, actually felt the Soul of Heaven and Earth.
However, the Soul of Heaven and Earth was located around the Tree of Enlightenment, which puzzled Qin Yu.
Fortunately, Qin Yu was already very familiar with sensing the Soul of Heaven and Earth. He quickly sank into the Soul of Heaven and Earth around the Tree of Enlightenment.
After an unknown period of time.
In a trance, a feeling of endless vicissitudes and loneliness surged in Qin Yu's heart.
This feeling was very strange. It made Qin Yu feel as if he had turned into a stone that lived as long as the heavens. He had experienced the resplendence of the wind and rain, witnessed the changes of time, and the changes of the world.
After the vicissitudes, there was endless loneliness.
While Qin Yu was immersed in this loneliness, an inexplicable joy suddenly surged in his heart.
In a trance.
Images appeared in Qin Yu's mind.
Qin Yu saw a tree. The tree was not big, but it was full of Zen. The trunk was tilted in one direction from the roots, and in the end, it was almost horizontal in the air.
Although the tree was not big, its branches and leaves were exceptionally lush. Upon closer inspection, Qin Yu was surprised to find that each leaf was the size of a palm. The leaves were green like jade, but the veins on the leaves were white.
These white veins were densely packed and emitted a faint glow, making each leaf extremely extraordinary.
On the other side of the tree was a torrential river. The river water was turbulent, and waves constantly crashed against the shore. From time to time, water splashed on the leaves.
After an unknown period of time.
In a trance, Qin Yu saw a figure suddenly appear under the tree. For some reason, Qin Yu could not see the person's appearance clearly. Judging from the figure, it should be a young man.
The image changed.
Imprinted in Qin Yu's mind was the face of a young man. The young man was high-spirited. He could not be considered handsome, but he had delicate features and a sense of peace.
Then, the image continued to change. An ancient tree sat on the riverbank. Under the tree, a young man sat cross-legged, holding an ancient book and reading it loudly.
Time continued to pass. Spring went and autumn came. The scene changed rapidly.
Vaguely, Qin Yu could see a middle-aged man standing under a tree with a frown on his face, overlooking the rushing river. In terms of appearance, he looked exactly the same as that peaceful young man.
At this moment, Qin Yu was curious and puzzled. He wanted to know why the middle-aged man was frowning.
The scene changed again.
This time … the person that appeared in Qin Yu's mind was a plain-looking old man. From the space between his eyebrows, he could vaguely tell that he was that peaceful young man.
The old man sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly comprehending.
Although he didn't know what the old man's cultivation was like, Qin Yu's sharp senses told him that when the old man was sitting cross-legged, the torrential river suddenly stopped …
Images kept appearing in the space above the old man. It was as if there were thousands of worlds around the old man. These images were the reflections of those worlds …
The old man's eyes seemed to be emitting a faint light as he stared at these images. His mouth kept moving as if he was calculating something …
What kind of Dao is this?
What kind of divine ability was that?
Qin Yu was puzzled.
When the scene changed again, he didn't know how long the old man had been gone. That feeling of loneliness surged in his heart again.
After an unknown amount of time …
A figure appeared under the tree. Compared to the high-spirited old man in the past, the old man now looked extremely old. He was wearing a crescent Daoist robe that was inlaid with purple silk threads. He exuded a sense of nobility both inside and outside.
The old man stood under the tree, stroking the ancient tree and muttering to himself. From the shape of his mouth, Qin Yu could tell that "The world is about to change … This trip is to bid farewell. Our fate has come to an end. I will do my best to protect you … and let you wait for the next fated person!"
Intense grief and reluctance surged in his heart. There was a strong sense of expectation in his heart. Qin Yu sensed it carefully and realized that this expectation actually wanted the old man to lower his head …
However, the old man didn't notice it. He stood under the tree for a long time …
In the end, the old man seemed to have thought of something and sat cross-legged again. Countless images appeared in the space again. There were people, beasts, mountains, and rivers in the images. It was as if each image represented a world …
The old man's eyes lit up. His gaze moved through these images.
"Pfff!"
The old man who was looking at the images suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. And this blood …
Qin Yu only saw a bright red color in front of his eyes …
When the bright red color was wiped away … the old man lowered his head and looked at him in amazement …
At this moment, Qin Yu's heart surged with joy and excitement.
After that, the old man's expression changed rapidly … In the end, the old man raised the corner of his mouth into a self-deprecating smile. He spat out four words, "Heaven's will!" After saying these four words, the old man patted Qin Yu's' self '.
After that, the old man stood up and left.
Spring passed and autumn came. Qin Yu never saw the old man again.
Until one day … a white thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ancient tree that was full of zen … There was no great momentum, but it turned the extraordinary ancient tree's leaves into fine powder and its branches into pieces …
This ancient tree that had endured countless years and withstood the blade of time, but under this thunderbolt, it disappeared into thin air and turned into a withered tree.
Qin Yu, who was immersed in the Soul of Heaven and Earth, only felt a strong sense of death surging in his heart.
Qin Yu opened his eyes.
His eyes were calm as he stared at the withered old tree roots. Then, he looked at the fault not far away. He already understood that the withered old tree roots were the tree he saw before. The ancient tree that died under the white lightning … and on the other side of the fault, was the turbulent river that used to flow.
Qin Yu, who understood, slowly stood up. With a wave of his right hand, all the soil on the ground was lifted up …
When a huge pit appeared, Qin Yu slowly landed in the huge pit. He bent down and gently dug the soil with both hands …
After a moment, an ordinary stone was imprinted in Qin Yu's sight.
Looking at this stone, Qin Yu's heart was filled with complex emotions.
It … was actually a stone. A stone that was buried under the Enlightenment Sacred Tree …
Under the light of the Enlightenment Sacred Tree, all things were dim, let alone an ordinary stone.
This was the reason why that young man didn't even look at it …
Qin Yu not only sighed, but also felt very emotional. From the emotions in the Soul Stone, he could tell that it waited for the young man's attention for countless years. Unfortunately, the young man didn't notice this lonely stone from the beginning to the end …
If it wasn't for the accident before he left, he was afraid that he wouldn't have known that there was a stone that was always watching him and waiting for him. And that accident made him look at the stone …
This look made the stone feel that the countless years of waiting were worth it …
Qin Yu's heart was very complicated. He didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment. He gently moved the stone out of the soil.
Qin Yu carefully cleaned the soil on the stone. Finally, the stone's true appearance was revealed.
This was a stone that was about five feet long. This stone was very ordinary. When Qin Yu picked it up, it suddenly broke in the middle.
Qin Yu sighed in his heart. He held the stone that was split in two and carefully observed it. On the left stone, Qin Yu actually saw a faint palm print … and on the right stone, there was a thunderous imprint.
Looking at the broken stone that was split into two, Qin Yu was a little confused …
This faint palm print was very likely a light slap from the old man before he left, and the thunderous imprint on the stone … should be left behind by the white thunderbolt …
Looking at the broken stone, Qin Yu couldn't help but think of a scene. When the white thunderbolt fell … the stone broke itself … and thus preserved the palm print … and preserved the traces left behind by the old man …
Qin Yu looked at the broken stone and recalled the changes in his emotions when he was immersed in the Soul Stone. He felt an indescribable pain in his heart …