Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

It was not until Yan Qing withdrew the fingers that were pressing against Zhaoyang Jianzun's eyebrows that Zhaoyang Jianzun was able to break free from those images.

After a long time, Zhaoyang Sword Master asked in a hoarse voice: "Your Excellency, is this the future of the cultivation world?"

Yan Qing nodded: "If the Immortal Ladder is not repaired, this is what will happen in the world of cultivation in the future."

Zhaoyang Sword Master, however, keenly grasped another message from Yan Qing's words. He asked, "Is there a way to repair the Immortal Ladder?"

If there was no way to repair it, Lord Ling Wei would not have been able to say what he just said.

"Have."

But after saying this, Yan Qing didn't speak again.

The eyes covered by the white silk were still invisible, but Zhaoyang Sword Master seemed to be able to see through the white silk and see the unusually calm yet regretful gray eyes underneath.

Zhaoyang Sword Master was a little stunned, as if his mind was captured by those eyes.

It turned out that Lord Ling Wei's eyes were not blinded by the backlash from prying into the secrets of heaven as he thought, but...

The next moment, Zhaoyang Jianzun felt a sharp pain in his eyes. He immediately closed his eyes, but blood was still flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Yan Qing's brows slightly frowned. She raised her hand and covered Zhaoyang Jianzun's eyes with her palm.

Zhaoyang Jianzun's originally stinging eyes had recovered a lot under the gentle spiritual power in Yan Qing's palm. He opened his eyes again, his eyelashes brushed across the man's palm, and even his breathing stopped for a moment. For some reason, many strange emotions suddenly arose in his heart.

But before Zhaoyang Jianzun could think about it, after confirming that his eyes had recovered, Yan Qing had already put down the hand that was covering his eyes.

Zhaoyang Sword Master pursed his lips, feeling a sense of inexplicable regret in his heart.

Even he himself did not notice this abnormality, so Yan Qing naturally had no way of knowing it.

It was not until this moment that Yan Qing had the leisure to pay attention to the eyes of Zhaoyang Jianzun, which she had always ignored.

"Your eyes are actually fused with the five-colored brocade."

At first glance, the name of the Five-Colored Brocade sounds like a piece of brocade, but in fact, the Five-Colored Brocade is actually an extremely rare spiritual beast in the world of cultivation, and it is almost a legendary existence in Canglan.

It looks like a deer but is not a deer. It has an agile and cunning body, and its eyes have the talent to see through the truth. It is named five-color brocade because its fur appears in five colors of red, orange, yellow, green and blue under the sunlight.

No wonder Zhaoyang Sword Master could see through her true form at a glance.

After hearing Yan Qing's words, Zhaoyang Sword Master lowered his eyes, and the sharpness in his cold brows was completely restrained.

"Your Majesty, your guess is correct. When I was training before, I once met Wu Se Jin, who was on the verge of death, in a secret place. After I fulfilled a wish for him, he gave me his eyes."

Zhaoyang Jianzun did not lie, he was just helping out at that time. He did not expect that Wu Se Jin would give him his most precious eyes before dying.

However, Zhaoyang Sword Master knew very little about the Five-Colored Brocade, and he couldn't make full use of the eyes that had been merged into him, which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't.

Whether or not you can use the talent of the Five-Colored Brocade depends entirely on luck.

Yan Qing nodded in understanding at Zhaoyang Sword Master's answer. She had just told a fortune and found that the five-colored brocade that Zhaoyang Sword Master encountered should be the last one in this world.

The Five-Colored Brocade has the habit of destroying its own eyes before death. It gives it to others and makes sure that they can use it. The power required is enormous, which is not something that an ordinary Five-Colored Brocade can do.

It seems that the identity of the five-colored brocade that Zhaoyang Sword Master encountered is not simple either.

Yan Qing still felt a little sad in his heart. That five-colored brocade had survived until now in the increasingly thin spiritual energy of the cultivation world. How lonely it must have been when it watched its fellow tribesmen die one by one and was finally left alone.

Sometimes, death is also a relief.