That sword spike?

Ji Qianming noticed the existence of the sword spear as soon as he entered the door. However, from the outside, he looked no different from the usual sword spear, so he just took a few more glances.

It turned out to be left by Emperor Daoxuan? But why not leave anything else, but a sword spike left behind?

Although Ji Qianming was a little confused, he still walked towards the table with a stone statue. He didn't see it clearly at the door just now. When Ji Qianming walked in front of him, he saw the details of the stone statue clearly.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky. His face looked a little like Ji Qianming. There seemed to be some indescribable meaning between his eyebrows. He just stood there, as if he had supported the entire world.

Looking at this lifelike stone statue, Ji Qianming was silent for a moment, turned his gaze away from the stone statue, and looked at a bright red sword spear in front of him.

After Ji Qianming approached it, the sword spear began to emit a faint blush. The originally dead sword spear seemed to have been summoned to life.

Ji Qianming took a deep breath and naturally stretched his palm towards the sword spike. His fingers easily passed through the redness emitted from the sword spike and penetrated it into it.

On the side, Chen Fusheng watched Ji Qianming's fingers pass through the halo intent, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes first, and then his body tensed, as if he was a little nervous.

Ji Qianming's fingers were reflected in red by the bright red emitted by the sword spear, and he slowly touched the sword spear. Just as his fingers touched the sword spear, a sudden change occurred!

In Chen Fusheng's view, the sword spear shook slightly, and the dazzling red light flashed away. The terrifying sword intent erupted from the sword spear in an instant, as if it could break through the world with one sword, and the entire Tianxin Pavilion trembled violently.

not good!

Chen Fusheng's eyes contracted, his right hand raised, and a little further towards the sword spike. Obscure and mysterious Taoist texts flew out from his fingertips, surrounding the blush, and suppressing the intent of the sky-summing sword. Only then did the changes in Tianxin Pavilion stabilize.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." It seemed that he forced his hands to affect the injury. Chen Fusheng coughed violently, and red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped on the burning charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound.

It is worthy of being the master's sword spike, and the remaining sword intent has reached the level of the God King...

Chen Fusheng finally stopped coughing and looked up at Ji Qianming. In front of the sword intent that had almost destroyed Tianxin Pavilion just now, Ji Qianming did not move at all. The moment his finger touched the sword spike, he stood there like a sculpture, his eyes closed, and integrated with the red light.

...

In a trance, Ji Qianming slowly opened his eyes.

The original room, attic, Chen Fusheng, and sword spikes had disappeared. In front of him were clouds, like layers of tulle covering the sky.

On the left are starry lights, the bright moon is like a plate, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth, dyeing the flowing clouds into light gold. On the right is the clear sky, the scorching sun, and the scorching sun covers the earth, and the blue sky and white clouds. Light and darkness divide a golden line above Ji Qianming's head, spreading to the end of the unattainable world.

The sun and the moon shine together.

Ji Qianming stared at this dreamy scene in a daze, and then slowly lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

This is a mountain.

A mountain that penetrates straight into the sky is higher than any mountain that Ji Qianming has seen and heard of. It is like a pillar that holds the sky and separates the sky from the earth. Looking around, you can't see the ground at all. There is only endless blue and flowing clouds in the sky.

He stood on the top of this mountain.

This is definitely not the earth, what is this? Ji Qianming began to think about this question when his mind was shocked.

Aren't you holding a sword spike? Why did you come here just after you touch the sword spike?

Is it caused by that sword spike...

Ji Qianming tried to use his abilities, but there was no reaction at all. The few leaf patterns on his body seemed to sink into the sea and could not be sensed no matter what. The most important thing was that even the mirror in his mind disappeared without a trace.

What came here should not be my body, but my consciousness? Ji Qianming soon realized this fact.

"You are here." A voice came from behind Ji Qianming, gentle and calm, but also close and distant.

Ji Qianming turned around and saw a Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe with a wooden hairpin and a jade-like face that had arrived behind him at some point, with a smile on his lips.

It is like the stone statue in Tianxin Pavilion.

Ji Qianming looked at the face that was quadruple like him and murmured to himself: "Daoxuan God Emperor..."

Daoxuan smiled, "You still call me the God Emperor? You have got the sword spikes I left behind, you probably know, right?"

Ji Qianming trembled all over, stared at Dao Xuan's eyes, opened his mouth, and uttered the two strange words with difficulty:

"Father."

Perhaps for the people on earth, they usually call them dad or dad, but for Ji Qianming, who had first seen Daoxuan, he could not call such a word, so he could only use the slightly distant name of father.

Dao Xuanhan nodded with a smile, and looked at Ji Qianming carefully, with relief and admiration between his eyebrows, "You have grown so old, Qianming."

Ji Qianming pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

What stood in front of him now is his father whom he had been searching for for more than ten years, but Ji Qianming never thought of such a meeting.

Daoxuan patted his shoulder, walked to the huge rock on the top of the mountain, sat down cross-legged casually, and moved a position for Ji Qianming.

"I know you have many questions now, please ask slowly."

Ji Qianming hesitated for a moment, sat beside Daoxuan, and asked, "You... are really my father?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qianming shook his head, "I'm not saying I doubt anything, or... I grew up on Earth, drinking milk powder from orphanages, eating school meals, and taking the national unified college entrance examination paper... I am a completely earthling. You are the God Emperor in the God Realm. The connection between us is really... unbelievable. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ji Qianming is very confused now. He clearly knows the answer in his heart, but he still feels unacceptable. This feeling is like you are at home playing the glory of the king. Suddenly, Daji in the game jumps out and tells you that you are actually the prince of Kings Canyon. All the heroes and skins in the canyon are your industry. This extreme sense of incongruity is Ji Qianming's real-time mentality.

Daoxuan smiled slightly, "I know it's hard to accept. When I sent you to Earth, I knew there would be such a day, but... I had no choice at that time. I knew you could not accept this change of identity. In more than ten years of life, you have completely turned yourself into an earthling. I will not ask you anything. I just want you to know that the same blood flows in our bodies."

"Bloodline..." Ji Qianming murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!