Chapter 1148: Looking at Gods Again

The scene on the way back from the Dao Refining Universe was just a small episode for Xu Qing.

Since Star Ring Son had come out, Xu Qing did not appear.

Whether it was Qianjun Biyi or Star Ring Son, in Xu Qing's view, they were just passersby.

At most, those two swords would be taken by him when the time was right.

As for the three cultivators who had malice toward Qianjun Biyi, they did attract Xu Qing's attention.

Among the three, two were Sovereigns and one was a quasi-immortal.

The greed and overbearing nature revealed in their words and deeds were very obvious.

And Xu Qing never believed that those with profound cultivation must be people with transcendent character. There are countless cultivators in this vast world, and powerhouses are like clouds, so their characters are naturally not cast from the same mold.

Doing things and being a person are both like this.

There are those with gloomy characters, those with transcendent and extraordinary characters, those with broad minds like the Sword-Wielding Emperor, and naturally those with dark, greedy, and malicious characters.

Even if they have reached the level of quasi-immortal, it is no exception.

After all, they are humans, and human nature is varied; it is impossible for them to be exactly the same.

And character is also related to time and experience.

Unless they are those existences who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, having experienced the joys and sorrows of the world time and time again, until they are numb, until they see through, until they return to simplicity.

Otherwise, it is difficult to escape the colors written by human nature.

In addition, there are some things that cannot be judged only by the surface.

Therefore, Xu Qing was not surprised that these three were clearly powerhouses, and one was even a quasi-immortal, yet they engaged in this plundering act.

What surprised Xu Qing was the identity of these three.

Unless they are those existences who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, having experienced the joys and sorrows of the mortal world time and time again, until they become numb, until they see through it all, and until they return to their original, simple nature.

Xu Qing, who left the void belt, pondered in his heart.

The focus is on the word "war."

"Preparing materials for war... then, does the Fifth Star Ring have wars?"

"With other star rings?"

Xu Qing was thoughtful.

Some things, if you don't walk to that position, you won't see broadly enough, not comprehensively enough. This point is also very obvious in this matter.

Before this, Xu Qing did not know that the Fifth Star Ring had wars.

But now, from the discussions of the crowd, Xu Qing smelled the scent of war.

"When the Reception Universe summons, everything should be clear."

Carrying such thoughts, Xu Qing crushed the immortal slip of the Yingxian Mausoleum, his figure dissipated, and he teleported away.

In the next instant, the starry sky blurred in Xu Qing's perception.

Yingxian Mausoleum.

It does not only exist in Nine Shores Heaven.

In fact, every heaven beyond heaven has similar places.

That is the place where all the immortals belonging to the heaven beyond heaven who died in battle throughout the ages are buried.

Some are complete corpses, but the vast majority are remains.

There are even some that might only have a memorial tablet made by descendants.

And the Yingxian Mausoleum of Nine Shores Heaven exists in the Yingxian Star Domain within the Immortal Song Universe.

This place is isolated separately, and the only way in and out is a simple bronze giant gate.

Outside the giant gate, there is a black, simple stone platform.

A black-robed old man is sitting cross-legged on it.

He is unremarkable, his aura is as if it exists or not, and he does not move.

Xu Qing's figure appeared outside the giant gate and under the stone platform amidst the distortion of the void.

He looked up at the giant gate, then looked at the old man, and his heart moved.

On this old man, there existed thick feelings of death, and even more loneliness and desolation.

And the moment Xu Qing looked over, the constitution in his body rippled, as if being pulled, making him perceive more information.

It made Xu Qing have a feeling that this old man in front of him should not have existed, but he still existed.

This feeling was not strong and soon dissipated.

Xu Qing's heart condensed, and he bowed.

Then he walked past the stone platform, walked toward the giant gate, and disappeared inside.

Until Xu Qing's figure submerged into the giant gate, the old man on the stone platform outside the gate slowly opened his eyes.

"It's been a while since anyone came."

"It's quite good. Although there are fewer sacrifices, no one coming also means no one died in battle."

"All are well, living well..."

The old man took out a wine gourd and took a sip of wine, looked back at the giant gate, and murmured hoarsely.

"You guys, you left cleanly and neatly, why did you leave me alone in the human world to guard the tomb..."

The old man sighed, his eyes revealing memories.

Inside the giant gate, when the starry sky before Xu Qing's eyes changed from blurred to clear, he saw groups of star systems.

Those are mausoleums!

Every star system in the Yingxian Star Domain is a tomb.

A huge stone tablet is erected on each one, some recording the life of the buried, some only having a few words.

The latter are often feelings before death, used as epitaphs.

As for the overall quantity, it is not many, only over a hundred.

But one must know, this is the place where immortals are hidden.

It represents that throughout the ages, just in Nine Shores Heaven, over a hundred lower immortals have died in battle.

Even if the length of history can reach countless tens of thousands of years, when walking into the giant gate and seeing these star systems one by one, seeing the stone tablets erected one by one, Xu Qing's heart was still shocked.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear sighs echoing in the starry sky.

As if, there were heroic shouts circling in the star systems.

As if, there were eternal blessings surviving even in death.

They guarded their homes.

They guarded their descendants.

They fought heroically for the human race and for the star ring!

Sacrificing their lives, selfless dedication.

Although not a local cultivator of the Fifth Star Ring, after coming here, Xu Qing's mood was inevitably much heavier.

He felt deep respect for the outstanding heroes here.

The stone tablets in his eyes also became monuments in his heart.

After a while, Xu Qing walked forward silently, passing through one star vortex after another, looking at one stone tablet after another.

"I have practiced for nine thousand years, coming from the Great Immortal Mountain, using the clouds as cultivation, achieving the immortal position, known as the Immortal Monarch, in my life I have beheaded seven true gods, how happy!"

"I am a loose cultivator, relying on my own unwillingness, walking to the immortal position. In the star ring war, I participated in the siege of the God Lord. Although I died, I have no regrets."

"Spirits become gods, beasts become essence, ghosts become monsters, then... what is an immortal! Becoming a mountain for the human race, guarding the human race, humans are immortals!"

"Living too long, the human taste is about to disappear, and I can't kill true gods, but I want to do something. The goal of this trip is hunting, planning to kill many God Platform heaven-proud sons, doing my best to make the gods on the opposite side break their generation!"

"Cultivators of later generations, do not come to worship empty-handed. This seat likes god blood, worship me with god blood!"

Following Xu Qing's gaze, looking over those stone tablets, those words seemed to become figures laughing loudly in his eyes.

They cried or laughed, were crazy or calm, as if appearing before Xu Qing's eyes, forever engraved in the long river of history.

With this place, with the stone tablets, with the epitaphs, connecting the past, present, and future, becoming an indelible brand.

Making everyone who comes here perceive it.

It is indeed green mountains burying loyal bones, history books recording merits.

Heroic spirit exists in heaven and earth, martyrs' names passed down through the ages.

After a while, Xu Qing finished reading everything. In the central area, he sat cross-legged in the starry sky, looking at the stone tablets in all directions, and murmured softly.

"Seniors, junior Xu Qing, although not a local cultivator of the Fifth Star Ring, promises not to let down the ambitions of you seniors."

"If any senior is willing to give me their relics, junior will definitely not change his original intention."

Xu Qing took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.

All around was quiet, without the slightest ripple rising because of him.

Xu Qing was silent, closed his eyes to calm his breath, and tried to perceive.

After a while, there was no harvest at all.

Xu Qing frowned, pondered, and simply stopped perceiving, but let his thoughts spread, and gradually everything from the past emerged in his heart.

The hardships of youth.

The slaughter after growing up.

The hatred of gods when first meeting them.

The anger at gods when meeting them again.

Until the Empress became a god, there was understanding amidst complexity.

Finally, it seemed to return to asking the heart.

A voice was asking.

What is a god?

Once, Xu Qing's answer was a sentence.

Now, thinking about the answer again, Xu Qing was silent. He thought of the Empress, and after a while, he spoke calmly.

"Gods, the vast majority, are still sons of bitches!"

"But among them, there are also some who are still human!"

All the stone tablets shook together. ===== CHAPTER 1151 =====

In the past, Xu Qing's answer was a single sentence.

Now, thinking of the answer again, Xu Qing fell silent. He thought of the Empress, and after a long while, he spoke calmly.

"Gods, the vast majority of them, are still sons of bitches!"

"But among them, there are also some who are still human!"

All the stone tablets trembled in unison.