A certain lake.

With his feet shackled and his skinny middle-aged man walking aimlessly by the lake, looking at himself reflected in the water from time to time, thinking carefully, and finally falling into a state of trance.

"I..."

"Who the hell am I..."

"Why am I buried at the bottom of the lake, with my feet chained..."

He uttered an unconscious whisper, his expression a little painful: "Who is that monk, why is the obsession in my heart that I must find him and kill him..."

"What kind of past do we have?"

"I..."

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little tired, and sat cross-legged by the lake directly.

On the surface of the lake, his face was thin and lifeless, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Just when he was in a daze...

Suddenly, there was a loud dragon roar in the distance!

The voice runs through the heavens and the earth, as if he is venting his anger and violence!

The moment he heard the dragon's groan, a gleam flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the whole person seemed to have come back from the walking dead, full of sharp killing intent.

But soon, his gaze returned to the way it had been.

"Yes..."

"Are you calling me?"

"My heart..."

"Why is my heart throbbing suddenly?"

The middle-aged man raised his head blankly, looked to the north, whispered softly, and slowly got up.

"I..."

"I'm going over..."

He spoke again, as if he had a certain goal, and moved forward into the distance, step by step, firmly.

……

Canglong Snow Mountain.

a day ago.

"This mountain..."

"Why is it more than I thought..."

"It's even higher."

Even if Wang Qiusheng is an immortal body, a top-notch jade, and the best body to snatch the flesh, in this cold environment, he has become a little weak with one step at a time.

His forehead, in particular, was constantly touching the ground, causing his skin to freeze and crack and blood to flow.

Looking back...

The road he had walked was full of pitted footprints.

As for the snow, it was stained red by his blood, and then frozen into ice, like a blooming flower, paved on the road to the top of the mountain.

Wang Qiusheng's face was pale, he looked very weak, and his whole person was in the clouds.

He looked up slightly, looking overhead.

The top of the mountain is still hidden in the clouds, and there is no end in sight.

Maybe the next second, maybe this life...

This kind of person's fear of the unknown is the most desperate.

It's going down...

Or continue.

Suddenly, Wang Qiusheng's perception of 'immortals' seemed to have reached another level.

"Immortals, you can't personally comprehend the piety of mortals, but you can pave a path..."

"This road is not only to knock on the immortals, but also to knock on oneself!"

"If someone can really rely on their own perseverance to really complete this road, then all kinds of suffering in the world seems..."

"It's not a big deal."

"With such perseverance and bravery, why bother..."

"Go to find that immortal to solve your doubts?"

"Hehe..."

"Ridiculous!"

"Pathetic!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Wang Qiusheng's face.

It seems to be laughing at the fairy, as if he is laughing at himself, and more like laughing at the inactive sentient beings.

However, a road to the top of the mountain has sublimated his soul at this moment.

Perhaps, this is the greatest significance for Wang Qiusheng.

"If I can't conquer even a mountain, how can I conquer the world."

Wang Qiusheng's eyes gradually became resolute, and he no longer had the previous imitation and was at a loss.

He took a deep breath and fell to his knees again, kowtowing heavily, letting the blood stain the snow before it spread rapidly and freeze into a brilliant ice flower.

One step, two steps!

Sunset!

Sunrise!

When the sun hung on the top of the mountain again, Wang Qiusheng unconsciously found that he was already standing on the top of the mountain.

It used to be only a dozen minutes of flight, but it took him three days and three nights to climb up again.

But the sense of accomplishment that pervades it is unparalleled.

Heroic...

It's a big deal!

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!"

"This mountain..."

"I, Wang Qiusheng, have stepped on my feet!"

"The future..."

Wang Qiusheng raised his head weakly, looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and looked at him without fear: "I want to trample this heaven and all the immortals in the sky under my feet, so that they know..."

"My Wang Qiusheng's name."

"Don't ask God..."

"For I am God."

With the sound of words, Wang Qiusheng knelt on the ground for the last time, at the top of this mountain, at the position of the last step, and slowly kowtowed!

The muscles in his forehead were frozen.

A lot of blood was spilled.

Sprinkled in the snow.

Looking back.

Along the way, countless 'blood flowers' are actually the one on the top of the mountain, which blooms the most dazzling and shocking.

The sun falls on the snowy mountains.

Suddenly, it seemed that the 'blood flowers' were reflected in a faint light.

"Hehe..."

"I didn't expect it, my blood..."

"It can be so vivid."

Wang Qiusheng staggered to his feet, looked at the blood flowers glowing with a light red light, and chuckled.

In the next second, the mountain began to shake slightly.

The 'blood flowers' are connected into a line at this moment, as if the blood of this mountain is constantly recovering.

"Blood..."

"Vein..."

"The top of the mountain... The top of the mountain is the heart..."

Wang Qiusheng looked at the most bright red blood under his feet, as if his heart was beating, and for a moment he seemed to understand something.

The heroism that had just risen in my heart was only left with endless sadness and anger at this moment.

"Hahaha!"

"What so-called kneeling is fake!"

"As long as you use blood as a guide and connect the mountain range, you can naturally summon the secret realm."

"Bow down..."

"It's just a trick to fool mortals."

"But I just..."

"But I believed it."

"Immortals..."

"What a clever means."

Wang Qiusheng smiled desolately, staggered to the top of the mountain, and was even so weak that he didn't even have the strength to get up.

The energy in my heart seems to have dissipated at this moment.

The mountain continues to shake.

The snowflakes covering the mountain are constantly falling, like an avalanche.

Only the blood-red veins still firmly covered the mountain, as if blood flowed.

And the 'heart' under Wang Qiusheng's feet is beating at an accelerated rate.

"Anyway..."

"This is my Wang Qiusheng's chance."

"After this time..."

"I, Wang Qiusheng, am invincible in the world."

Wang Qiusheng took a deep breath and gradually calmed down, mobilizing the power of the immortals between heaven and earth, constantly filling his dry meridians, trying to restore himself to his peak state before the secret realm opened.

Minutes and seconds passed.

When the snowflakes have completely dispersed, the mountain is completely exposed.

It's not so much a mountain as it is a sky-high piece of ice!

In the sun, crystal clear!