"You're awake......"

Suddenly, the ethereal voice sounded again, and Mu Ziliang looked up violently again, only to see a figure standing quietly in front of him at this moment.

He was wearing a star-striped robe, with white hair, his hands behind his back, and his back to him!

"You...... Are you?"

Mu Ziliang said with some hesitation, and the old man's laughter came from his ears when the words fell.

"What is the Tao?"

Mu Ziliang heard the same question again, a question that he had been chasing the answer, he didn't know why the other party suddenly asked such a question, and he didn't know what the real answer to this question was, or whether there was really an accurate answer to this question!

"Dao ......"

When he heard that familiar word here, many images flashed in Mu Ziliang's mind again, that is, since he learned to memorize, then followed Master Shiyin to practice, and later returned to Nanshan Dao, where he met his senior brother Master Guan Mo.

and then the appearance of the bat demon......

That scene was all the pictures he had experienced in his life, until a white figure appeared in that picture, a figure that he couldn't extricate himself!

"My Word...... Is that wrong?"

The memories were evoked, and Mu Ziliang asked again, his tone was very calm, and even a trace of despair could be clearly heard in that calm.

Perhaps the path he had been pursuing so far was ethereal, and the closer it was, the more impossible it was to grasp, but when the sorcerer's heart was far away from it, it always seemed to remind those who pursued it to return to the right path at a critical time.

"What is the Tao?"

The three words kept echoing in Mu Ziliang's mind, and the same dreamlike figure did not answer his question, but continued to say the same three words!

When those three words sounded again, a trace of depth suddenly flashed in Mu Ziliang's confused eyes, and then his gaze passed through the back again, and seemed to look farther away.

At the same time, the life that belonged to him in the memories was flowing quickly from his mind again.

As soon as the picture turned, it returned to the original Nanshan Road Pass Guanyun Platform, Senior Brother Guanmo once looked at the sea of clouds in the distant sky, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe at that moment, he understood something, or maybe at that moment he had found his way.

What is the Tao, has anyone really understood, there are hundreds of magic methods in the world, and there are endless capable people, but who can answer this question accurately, when Mochizuki Peak was discussing the Tao, Master Wuzhi also asked the same question.

Even at the Nanshan Dao preaching event before the world-reclusing Master Yin entered the world and cultivated, which Mu Ziliang did not remember, he asked the same question.

But the result is that none of them ever got the answer they wanted!

"Dao ......"

Mu Ziliang hesitated for a long time again, and when he opened his mouth to say the first word, he did not continue to speak, but fell into silence again, and his eyes fell into confusion again from profundity, and sometimes a touch of profundity appeared in the confusion.

"I don't know ......"

In the end, Mu Ziliang spoke again, but only said these four words.

Yes, even if he is a Guru now, even if he has the spiritual root of cultivation that the world dreams of, he still doesn't know the real answer to that question!

As the words fell, Mu Ziliang's eyes quickly dimmed, or rather, it was a kind of loss, a loss that should not appear in the eyes of such a master.

At the same time, the figure with his back to Mu Ziliang also gradually turned back after Mu Ziliang gave the answer, which was not an answer.

Although the two did not really look at each other at that moment, Mu Ziliang could instinctively feel that the other party's gaze had been fixed on him.

But when he finally looked up at the figure, he found that the old man's face was still in the clouds, and he couldn't see it clearly.

"So...... What is not the Word?"

Just when Mu Ziliang was distracted, the other party spoke again, but his next question was something Mu Ziliang didn't expect, so that when he spoke, Mu Ziliang was shocked, and his mind instantly fell into a blank.

When the world asks for the Tao, but does not know what it is, when he is asked to explain what is not the Tao, he finds that this question, which he has never thought of, is even more difficult to answer than the question asked by the old man before him about what is the Tao!

"What is not the Tao?"

Mu Ziliang repeated these words, and suddenly he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, only to hear the voice of the old man in his ears becoming more and more ethereal, and it seemed to become the sound of the wind and rain around him.

Not only that, but the white figure in front of him began to gradually dissipate, and when everything was over again, the sky above his head quickly turned into a sky full of stars!

"......

The sparse night rain came and went quickly, and when Mu Ziliang really opened his eyes, nothing had changed, he was still sitting in front of the o'clock tower, and the o'clock tower was still standing quietly on the Moon Peak in the wind and rain.

But the only difference is that at this moment, Mu Ziliang's pupils have completely turned purple.

Then, there seemed to be a strange fluctuation in the sky above the Mochizuki Peak, and the fluctuation finally spread out in all directions like ripples splashed by stones.

Where the wave passed, the dark clouds retreated, the sky reappeared, and a ray of golden light began to shoot out from the eastern sky!

"This ......"

In the royal capital, many people looked up at the sky above their heads in bewilderment, they didn't know what they had found, but when the morning sun reappeared, they knew that dawn had come!

"Thunder...... Dao!"

When the dark clouds dispersed, in a place that no one could reach, a figure slowly opened his eyes, he was wearing a cyan robe, standing quietly above the sky.

When he opened his eyes, there was a faint light flickering in those deep pupils, like a reflection of electricity in the distance, but there was no so-called electricity in front of him, only a thunder pine wood sword that was quietly suspended!

"Boom~"

Just as the voice of the figure fell, his body gradually began to move, and what was shocking was that when he moved, there were bursts of muffled thunder around him, and those who were overjoyed by the light of the rising sun suddenly changed their expressions again.

For in the firmament, illuminated by the morning sun, the sound of morning thunder sounded.

As if he felt something, above Fang Mu, the terrifying corpse demon that stepped into the sky also slowly raised his head, and the eyes of the seven stars looked in the direction where the morning sun appeared, and soon the eighth point of light began to appear in his pupils.

And the point of light grew larger and larger, and it was not until it got closer that its shape was gradually revealed, and it was the reflection of a sword that came in the morning light.