Chapter 278 [Since you have met Fuxi, why don’t you bow down to him?] (4000)
"Daolong!"
Lin Xian let out a long roar, and his spine flew up like a dragon. The immortal elixir took root in the sea of wheels, absorbing the energy of the void of the universe, integrating the inside and the outside, resonating with heaven and man, and in an instant, vigorous blood and energy burst out.
He couldn't even use the Supreme Emperor's weapons, as they would consume too much energy. Instead, he had a Star Spirit Pot that turned upside down in all directions, overlooking the Divine Island and drawing in the power of the sun, moon and stars, like a pillar running through the sky.
Weapons forged by saints using ordinary materials can last for tens of thousands of years at the least, and a hundred thousand years at most, before they are worn out by the passage of time.
Only the great sage weapons refined from peerless divine objects, as well as some extreme weapons of the holy king, can be immortal. They are called the holy weapons handed down from generation to generation and are hard to find in the world.
The Star Spirit Pot is just such a great sacred artifact, a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation belonging to the Tianxuan Holy Land!
After a fatal blow, the holy soldiers and gods sighed, just as the Great Sage Wei Yi made a move and delivered a brilliant blow. The Feng family God King's immortal formation, with an aura like a vast ocean, covered the mountains and rivers in all directions!
"Crack!"
The great formation of the Eight Hundred Divine Islands was not completely destroyed. After all, it was only the holy soldiers who attacked, and they exerted some of the Great Sage's divine power. However, the great formation of the island facing the Star Spirit Pot could not hold on, and a hole was punched in it. Countless formation patterns were created and destroyed, and a huge flaw appeared.
"Fellow Daoist He Fang is holding the sacred weapon to attack my ancient Feng family!"
"Feng Jingyun is here, hope to see you again!"
From the deepest island of the Feng family, four old men flew out, all returning to their original nature and standing at the peak of their powers. There was also a middle-aged man with vigorous blood and in his prime standing in the center, with loose black hair, a tall figure, and the temperament of a king.
"We pay our respects to the Holy Lord!" Countless cultivators and disciples of the Feng family bowed down. The person in front of them was the one they came to congratulate on his birthday, the 1,500-year-old Holy Lord of the Feng family, Feng Jingyun, one of the most powerful people in the Eastern Wilderness.
"The Secret Realm of Dragon Transformation, the Holy Weapon Heirloomed?"
The Holy Leader of the Feng Family brought a disciple of the Feng Family over to learn the whole story. His pupils suddenly shrank. Just now he had thought that some powerful person was using holy weapons to attack the Feng Family.
If that were the case, the slightest mistake would lead to a war between the ancient family and the holy land.
In fact, the visitor was indeed a saint, Tianxuan Saint Lord Lin Xian.
"Saint Lord Tianxuan, why do these four words sound so familiar? I seem to have heard them somewhere before."
The Feng Family Saint Master hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Daoist Tianxuan, why are you an enemy of my Feng Family?"
"Becoming an enemy of the Feng family."
Lin Xian laughed and said leisurely: "To be arrogant is unwise, to be overbearing is unintelligent, to be incompetent is ignorant, to be incompetent is unclear, to use servants to deceive guests is unclean."
"How can you call yourself a Feng family if you have no wisdom, no intelligence, no enlightenment, and no purity?"
It was the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Feng Family. All the major holy places and families in the East Wilderness came to congratulate him, and many sects gathered. However, someone chose this time to provoke. Many powerful people looked like they were enjoying the show, while the strong men of the Feng Family were furious and scolded him.
“Fellow Daoist, you are going too far. Although there are mistakes in the internal affairs of my Feng family, it is not the turn of outsiders to discipline us.” The Holy Lord of the Feng family said in a deep voice, and a holy light flashed in the Divine Island. Divine power soared into the sky, and a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation flew over.
It turned out to be the Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers made from the Immortal Stone of Opening the Earth. It also exuded the aura of immortality and was refined by a great sage of the Feng family 150,000 years ago.
As the oldest force in the Eastern Wilderness, although the Feng family’s imperial weapons are incomplete, they are still able to obtain sacred artifacts.
"outsider?"
Lin Xian lowered his eyes and restrained the elixir, but the dragon energy in his body flourished, flowing with the immortal energy of creation, as if a Green Emperor had come to the world. His body changed again and again, and the power from the deepest part of his blood was revived.
One piece of innate dragon scales emerged after another, and the spine leaped like a real dragon ascending to the sky. There seemed to be the rotation of the sun and the moon in the eyes, and an immortal and sacred aura spread. Faintly, fairy music was playing, the meaning of life and death emerged, and the eight trigrams flowed.
Lin Xian stepped on the diagram of life and death, and carried the innate eight trigrams on his back. He stood between heaven and earth, with a human head and a dragon body, like an innate sacred figure. He shouted, "Since you have seen Fuxi, why don't you bow down?!"
"Dangdangdang..."
A sonorous war song sounded, talking about the great world, the immortal path, transcending the mundane world, with life and death coexisting, stepping on the sea of suffering and reaching the other shore.
The first is Huangquan Heaven, the second is Qingluo Heaven, the third is Wuxing Heaven, the fourth is Taigu Heaven, the fifth is Leijie Heaven, and the sixth is Renhuang Heaven.
Now, after seven transformations, he has opened up the seventh true dragon heaven on the other side. He has transformed into a dragon and ascended to heaven. His body has become the Taoist body of Fuxi, and his sacred bloodline has been awakened.
The entire Feng family's formation tilted to welcome him. Clouds rolled and unrolled, flowers bloomed and fell, and countless fairy clouds and piano sounds formed a path of heavenly light, respectfully welcoming Lin Xian in, as if the Feng family's emperor had come in person.
"This this!"
None of the Feng family's strong men, including the Holy Lord, had expected this scene. Before it was even opened, their own island protection formation was the first to surrender to the enemy.
Moreover, the blood in their bodies was boiling and burning at this moment, and they had an instinctive yearning and favor for Fuxi Taoist Body.
It’s like having a human head and a dragon body, and the innate Taoist body is their true appearance.
Not only did he not feel any hostility in front of Lin Xian, he even had the illusion of worshipping her.
"Grandfather, stop it!" At the critical moment, a graceful woman came quickly from the depths of the sea of clouds. She was wearing a bright five-colored dress, which seemed to be woven from the feathers of a phoenix. She was brilliant and radiant, with five-colored lights flowing, which was very dazzling.
Just like a phoenix dancing gracefully, it was Feng Huang, the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Feng family.
"Huang'er, aren't you in seclusion in the ancestral land?" The Feng family's Saint Lord was surprised. He was extremely optimistic about this granddaughter because she had created her own magic and solved the puzzle of the ancestral stele, and she was extremely talented.
"Grandfather." Feng Huang stepped forward and transmitted his consciousness, saying in a serious tone, "The ancestral artifact has undergone a change. I wonder if it's because..."
"The ancestral artifact has changed." The heart of the Feng family's Saint Lord tightened. How could this be possible? Even if Feng Huang was favored by the ancestral monument and obtained a scripture from the ancient Tianzun, she did not receive this treatment.
Because the ancestral weapon has been broken and the gods inside it no longer exist, it cannot be revived like the imperial weapons of the Jiang and Ji families.
“Could it really be because of him?” The Saint Lord of the Feng Family looked at Lin Xian. He became more and more frightened when he saw the posture of this Taoist body. He had only heard of the human-headed dragon body in the ancient books of his family. Even the saints with rich family background did not have this kind of Dharma appearance.
"Are you a descendant of my Feng family?" Feng Huang was as graceful as a fairy, standing tall and slender, with five-colored rays of light surrounding her body and a phoenix mask on her head. She looked extremely mysterious, with a look of surprise and doubt emerging in her autumn-water eyes, which kept changing.
"Wrong, it's not the Feng family, it's Fuxi."
Lin Xian said calmly, "You have also taken the wrong path. If a descendant of Fuxi does not transform into a dragon, how can he become a phoenix? In the future, it is very likely that he will only become a great sage and will not be able to break through to the level of a quasi-emperor."
What a big tone! The heroes of the Eastern Wilderness looked at him sideways. Is it really that good to be a Quasi-Emperor? There are only about ten or twenty of them in the entire universe in a great era.
Below the Quasi-Emperor, the Great Sage is the strongest being who can rule over a star field and be honored as the ancestor.
The phoenix's expression changed, and she subconsciously retorted: "You are not me, how do you know whether my path is right or wrong." "You are not me, how do you know that I don't know." Lin Xian shook her head and said: "You are a phoenix, not a phoenix. If you want to become an immortal, you must first be a human. Besides, there is no future for being an immortal phoenix in the nine heavens and ten earths."
"The mind and body are not compatible. Wake up, little girl. Tsundere has long been out of the market."
From the True Phoenix who was suppressed by the first True Dragon of the Ten Evils in the Ancient Era, to the Blood Phoenix who was a traitor among the Ten Evils in the Chaotic Ancient Era, to the Immortal Emperor who was suppressed by the Beginningless Emperor, and the Ancient Blood Phoenix Emperor who embarked on the path of the Artifact Immortal, they have already had the signs of longevity, but have never been able to comprehend the true meaning.
The Phoenix clan has always been a tragedy. Although stunning and powerful, they cannot reach the top. They can only become stepping stones on the road to becoming emperors or immortals, and are stuck at the second-rate level.
Being favored by luck is a mysterious thing, like a dream, yet it really exists. For example, the Three Emperors have the same face. This is great luck, commonly known as cheating.
When it comes to things like luck, it’s better to believe in it than not to believe in it.
For example, there was a certain vegetative emperor who had very bad luck and missed several paths to immortality, which led to his own death.
"I don't believe it!" Fenghuang was still proud. It was not only because of her talent and the fast speed of her cultivation, which made rapid progress every day, but also because she was the princess of the Feng family, the apple of the eye of the parents' eye. The favorable environment had cultivated such a character for her.
"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. The facts will not change because of any will." Lin Xian smiled calmly and said, "I have practiced Taoism for fewer years than you, but I am on an equal footing with your ancestors, the Holy Lord of Tianxuan. Are you the Holy Lord of the Feng Family?"
Fenghuang was speechless for a moment. Using the legendary holy weapons to attack the ancient family was such a crazy thing that she could not do no matter how proud she was.
"Since you have all the advantages, then you should carry it through to the end. You want it all. If you are too stubborn, how can you achieve enlightenment?" Lin Xian said calmly: "As far as I know, many people in the younger generation have already entered the Dragon Transformation Realm, but you are still stuck at the Fourth Pole. Where is your pride?"
"One step slow, every step slow, first consume all the blood, then think about transcendence."
"If you haven't fulfilled your human nature, how can you become an immortal?"
Phoenix trembled all over, and his eyes were extremely complicated.
The Dragon Transformation Secret Realm was not an isolated case. Was she already one step behind others? !
Some strong men from other domains also discussed at this moment: "Wang Teng from Beiyuan is said to have entered this field."
"Someone in Zhongzhou has survived several disasters in a row, shocking the dynasty and all schools of thought."
"There are many saints in the East Desert who have achieved perfection in the four great powers. I wonder if anyone has secretly broken through that barrier..."
The most outstanding group of cultivators in Beidou, such as Yaoguang, Hua Yunfei, Jiang Yifei, etc., could kill the cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm when they were in the Four Poles Secret Realm. Once they entered the Dragon Transformation and went up a few more levels, it would not be difficult for them to compete with the Immortal Platform.
The world is changing, the old is being replaced by the new, and the era of kings fighting each other and stars shining brightly is not far away.
The older generation, at this moment, only felt the bleak autumn wind, and couldn't help but sigh as they looked at the Feng family's Saint Leader with his black hair like a waterfall and his majestic figure.
A powerful person can live for two thousand years. With every small realm he reaches, his blood and energy will become more abundant. If he does not take powerful medicine, it will be difficult for him to live for three thousand years.
A peak powerful being of fifteen hundred years old, half of his life has passed, his blood and energy are at their peak, this can be said to be the most powerful moment in his life, he is in his prime, and can be called an unrivaled saint.
Just as the sun at noon is extremely dazzling and is at its peak, but everything will turn to the opposite extreme and eventually decline. If there is no breakthrough, the next step will be sunset in the west, and it will gradually go downhill.
These strong men are of the same generation as the Holy Lord of Feng Family, but their realm and combat power are not as good as his. The peak powerful and peerless Holy Lord can still maintain some dignity and live for another thousand or eight hundred years. However, some ordinary Immortal One and Two cultivators have already had some gray hair and are not as good as those in their prime.
Some young monks were not in a much better situation either. The saints and holy maidens who were in the Four Poles Secret Realm felt very cold at this moment. They only felt that the world was desolate and the future was bleak.
Even though this life is extremely bright and can be called gold, it still has nothing to do with them.
The true geniuses and heroes ascend to the Hualong Secret Realm, continue to compete in the world, and embark on the path to becoming emperors. They are still in the Siji Secret Realm and can only become supporting roles.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King, the Great Xia Prince Xia Yiming, the Heavenly Demon Palace's Young Master Yao Yuekong... These people also looked unhappy and felt extremely uncomfortable.
They are far better than ordinary saints, but not as good as real emperor stars. They are in an extremely awkward position, neither up nor down. They have the hope of setting foot on the road to emperor and competing for supremacy in the starry sky, but once they lose, they can only retreat to the ancient star.
Whether one becomes a great sage or a quasi-emperor, it all depends on chance, luck, and a heart of Tao.
Feng Huang also belongs to this category. If he can break through and then rebuild, and walk his own path, he may hope to become an emperor. If not, he can only be a great sage at best.
"He is already at the Dragon Transformation Stage at such a young age. Could he really be the son of the Emperor? And his physical body has undergone such changes. This Dao body must be related to his ancestors!"
The Feng Family Saint Master took a deep breath, his expression warm, and stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Daoyou Tianxuan has come in person. The Feng Family neglected the guest and failed to welcome him. I hope you will forgive me."
"We were one family a million years ago. What are you talking about as guests?"
"I know the way. I can just walk on my own."
Lin Xian smiled slightly and took a step forward. The fairy music from heaven was vast and countless auspicious clouds formed a road of skylight, carrying him straight into the Wind Clan’s divine island and towards the divine city that would never fall.
All the restrictions and formations within the Feng clan automatically retreated the moment Fuxi's Taoist body was identified. This was the incomparably pure and flawless, extremely sublimated Fuxi bloodline, richer than that of any other person in the Feng family.
At this moment, Lin Xian looked more like the Feng Family Saint Master than the Feng Family Saint Master.
"He went to his ancestral land."
The Feng family's Holy Leader's heart trembled, and he apologized to everyone. He ordered several immortal platform elders to entertain the guests, and then he chased after them himself. He had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
Today might be the only earth-shaking change that will happen to the Wind Clan in all eternity!
On a sacred island deep in the Feng family, there is a broken dragon stele. The stele is no longer complete, with only the base and half of the inscription remaining. It exudes a chaotic aura and is simple and majestic. It looks taller than Mount Tian, and there are various hexagrams on it.
One is Qian, two is Dui, three is Li, four is Zhen, five is Xun, six is Kan, seven is Gen, eight is Kun
The innate Bagua.
"Heaven and earth are in position, mountains and marshes are connected, thunder and wind are close to each other, water and fire do not shoot at each other, the eight trigrams are intertwined, counting the past is smooth, knowing the future is reverse; therefore, Yi is reverse counting."
Lin Xian looked at the dragon stele thoughtfully. After a moment's silence, he walked towards the fourth diagram, pressed the handrail, and murmured, "The emperor came from Zhen, Zhen in the east."
The acquired reveals the innate, and in an instant the incomplete Fuxi dragon stele turned, emitting a thousand-foot-long fairy light. The wheel of life and death turned, like Tai Chi, dividing into yin and yang.
(End of this chapter)
