Chapter 282

"Dao Dragon!"

Lin Xian let out a long howl, his spine flying up like a great dragon, the Undying Immortal Medicine taking root in the Wheel and Sea, absorbing the energy of the great universe void, merging inside and outside, resonating with heaven and man, and in an instant, vigorous blood Qi erupted.

He didn't even need the Extreme Dao Emperor weapon, because the consumption was too great, but rather a Star Spirit Pot inverted in all directions, looking down at the divine island, drawing the power of the sun, moon, and stars, like a heavenly pillar penetrating through.

Weapons refined by Sages with ordinary materials can exist for tens of thousands of years at least, or around a hundred thousand years at most, before being worn away by time.

Only Great Sage weapons refined from peerless divine materials, and some extreme Sage King weapons, can exist forever, known as Transmitted Sage Weapons, which are hard to find in the world.

The Star Spirit Pot is exactly such a Great Sage weapon, a Transmitted Sage Weapon belonging to the Tianxuan Holy Land!

With one strike, the Sage weapon's divine spirit let out a sigh, just like Great Sage Wei Yi's strike, unleashing a brilliant blow; the Feng family God King's eternal array's aura covered the mountains and rivers in all directions like a vast ocean!

"Crack!"

The array of the eight hundred divine islands was not completely destroyed; after all, it was only a Sage weapon attacking, exerting a bit of the Great Sage's divine power, but the array of the island facing the Star Spirit Pot could not support it, and a hole was forcibly beaten out, countless array patterns appeared and disappeared, appearing with a huge flaw.

"Which Fellow Daoist is holding a sect-suppressing Sage weapon to attack my Ancient Feng family!"

"Feng Jingyun is here, hoping to see you!"

In the deepest island of the Feng family, four old men flew out, all returning to simplicity, standing at the peak of the Great Expert realm, and there was a middle-aged man with vigorous blood Qi, in his prime, standing in the center, black hair disheveled, figure majestic, with the temperament of ruling the world.

"We pay respects to the Holy Master!" Countless cultivators and Feng family disciples kowtowed; the person in front of them was the object of their birthday wishes, the 1,505-year-old Feng family Holy Master Feng Jingyun, one of the most powerful people on the Eastern Wasteland.

"Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, Transmitted Sage Weapon?"

The Feng family Holy Master took a Feng family disciple to understand the cause and effect, and his pupils suddenly shrank; just now he had always thought that some great expert was holding a Sage weapon to attack the Feng family.

If that were the case, a slight carelessness would trigger a great war between the Ancient family and the Holy Land.

In fact, the visitor was indeed a Holy Master, Tianxuan Holy Master Lin Xian.

"Tianxuan Holy Master, why are these four words so familiar, it seems I heard them somewhere."

The Feng family Holy Master pondered for a moment and asked tentatively: "Tianxuan Fellow Daoist, why are you an enemy of my Feng family?"

"An enemy of the Feng family."

Lin Xian laughed and said faintly: "Being arrogant is unwise, being overbearing is unintelligent, poor discipline is unclear, and bullying guests with servants is unclean."

"Being so unwise, unintelligent, unclear, and unclean, how can it be called the Feng family."

It happened to be the Feng family Holy Master's birthday, and all the great Holy Lands and families of the Eastern Wasteland came to congratulate, with sects gathered, yet someone specially chose this time to come and provoke; many great experts looked like they were watching a show, while the Feng family experts were furious and scolded one after another.

"Fellow Daoist, you are going too far; although there are mistakes in my Feng family's internal affairs, it is not yet the turn of outsiders to discipline." The Feng family Holy Master said in a deep voice, and holy light flickered in the divine island, divine power soaring to the sky, and another Transmitted Sage Weapon flew over.

It was actually a mountain and river seal refined from Earth-Opening Immortal Stone, also flowing with an immortal aura, refined by a Feng family Great Sage 150,000 years ago.

As the oldest inherited force in the Eastern Wasteland, although the Feng family's Emperor weapon was already incomplete, they were not lacking in Sage weapons.

"Outsiders?"

Lin Xian's eyes drooped, the immortal medicine restrained, but the dragon Qi on his body surged, flowing with creation immortal Qi, like a Green Emperor descending to the mortal world, his physical body changing again and again, the power from the deepest part of his bloodline reviving.

One piece after another of innate dragon scales appeared, his spine leaping like a true dragon ascending to heaven, his eyes seeming to have the sun and moon rotating, an immortal and sacred aura spreading, faintly with immortal music playing, the meaning of life and death appearing, and the Eight Trigrams rotating.

Lin Xian stepped on the life and death diagram, carrying the innate Eight Trigrams on his back, standing between heaven and earth, human head and dragon body, like an innate sacred Dao shouting: "Since you see Fuxi, why don't you bow?!"

"Dang dang dang..."

A clanging battle song rang out, speaking of the great world, speaking of the immortal road, transcending the mundane, with life and death coexisting, stepping on the bitter sea, and ascending to the other shore.

First Yellow Spring Heaven, Second Blue Sky Heaven, Third Five Elements Heaven, Fourth Primordial Heaven, Fifth Thunder Tribulation Heaven, Sixth Human Emperor Heaven.

Now seven changes, opening the other shore Seventh True Dragon Heaven, transforming into a dragon and ascending to heaven, becoming a Fuxi Dao body, awakening the sacred bloodline.

The entire Feng family's array tilted because of this, actively welcoming, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, flowers blooming and flowers falling, countless immortal clouds and zither sounds paved a heavenly light road, welcoming Lin Xian inside, as if the Feng family Emperor son had arrived in person.

"This... this!"

The Feng family experts, including the Holy Master, all did not expect this scene; it hadn't been opened yet, and their own island-protecting array had defected first.

And their bloodlines were boiling and burning at this moment, having an instinctive yearning and favor for the Fuxi Dao body.

As if the human head and dragon body, the innate Dao body, was their true posture.

In front of Lin Xian, not only could they not produce hostility, but they also had an illusion of worship.

"Grandfather, stop!" Just at the critical moment, a graceful and tall woman flew over quickly from the depths of the sea of clouds, wearing a bright five-colored cloud dress, as if woven from phoenix divine feathers, with brilliant divine splendor, five-colored light flowing, very dazzling.

Like a phoenix dancing, it was Feng Huang, the most outstanding member of the Feng family's younger generation.

"Huang'er, aren't you in seclusion in the ancestral land?" The Feng family Holy Master was shocked, thinking highly of this granddaughter, because she had once created divine arts and cracked the ancestral tablet puzzle, with extraordinary talent.

"Grandfather." Feng Huang walked forward, divine sense transmitting, her tone solemn: "The ancestral weapon has undergone an anomaly, I don't know if it's because..."

"Ancestral weapon anomaly." The Feng family Holy Master's heart tightened; how could this be possible? Even if Feng Huang was favored by the ancestral tablet and obtained an ancient Heavenly Venerable scripture from it, she didn't have this treatment.

Because the ancestral weapon was already shattered, its divine spirit did not exist, and it could not revive like the Emperor weapons of the Jiang and Ji families.

"Could it really be because of him?" The Feng family Holy Master looked at Lin Xian, observing this Dao body posture, becoming increasingly terrified; he had only heard of the human head and dragon body in the family's ancient books, and even the family's foundation Sage didn't have this dharma image.

"Are you a descendant of my Feng family?" Feng Huang was graceful like an immortal, standing tall, surrounded by five-colored cloud light, wearing a phoenix mask, looking extremely mysterious, with astonishment appearing in her autumn-water-like eyes, changing constantly.

"Wrong, not the Feng family, but Fuxi."

Lin Xian said indifferently: "Your road is also wrong; Fuxi descendants don't go to transform into dragons, what are you doing as a phoenix? In the future, it is very likely you will stop at the Great Sage, unable to break into the Quasi-Emperor barrier."

What big words; the Eastern Wasteland heroes looked sideways. Is the Quasi-Emperor so easy to reach? In a great era, the entire universe only has a dozen or twenty.

Below the Quasi-Emperor, the Great Sage is the strongest, capable of ruling a starry sky region, becoming a venerable ancestor.

Feng Huang's expression changed, subconsciously refuting: "You are not me, how do you know my Great Dao is right or wrong."

"You are not me, how do you know I don't know." Lin Xian shook his head: "You are Feng Huang, not a Phoenix; to become an immortal, first be a human. Moreover, being an immortal phoenix in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths has no future."

"Body and heart don't match, little girl, wake up; being arrogant has long been out of the market."

From the True Phoenix that was suppressed by the Ten Evils First True Dragon in the Immortal Ancient Era, to the Ten Evils traitor Blood Phoenix of the Chaotic Ancient Era, to the Undying Emperor being suppressed by the Wu Shi Great Emperor, and the Primordial Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor walking the path of an Instrument Immortal, having the signs of a longevity method but never being able to comprehend the true meaning.

The Phoenix race has always been tragic; although stunning and powerful, they could not reach the top, only becoming stepping stones on the Emperor road and the immortal road, stuck at the second-rate level.

Luck being favored is a mysterious thing, like a dream and illusion, yet it truly exists; for example, the three Heavenly Emperors having the same face—this is great luck, commonly known as cheating.

Luck is something you'd rather believe exists than not.

For example, a certain vegetable Great Emperor had too bad luck, missed several immortal roads, and forcibly pitted himself to death.

"I don't believe it!" Feng Huang was still proud, not only because of her talent, with extremely fast cultivation speed, advancing a thousand miles a day, but also because she was the Feng family princess, the apple of their eye; the comfortable environment fostered this personality.

"Whether you believe it or not, what does it matter? Facts will not change because of any will." Lin Xian chuckled indifferently: "I have cultivated for fewer years than you, yet I am on equal footing with your father and grandfather, as the Tianxuan Holy Master. Are you the Feng family Holy Master?"

Feng Huang was speechless for a moment; attacking an Ancient family with a Transmitted Sage Weapon, such a crazy thing, no matter how proud she was, she couldn't do it.

"Since you have the advantage, then carry it through to the end; wanting both is too twisted, how can you achieve Dao." Lin Xian said indifferently: "As far as I know, many of the younger generation have already entered the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, yet you are still stuck at the Four Extremities. Where is your pride?"

"One step slow, every step slow; first eat up the bloodline, then consider transcendence."

"Human Dao is not exhausted, how can one transform into an immortal!"

Feng Huang trembled all over, her eyes incomparably complex.

The Dragon Transformation Secret Realm is not an isolated case; has she already fallen a step behind others?!

Some experts from other regions also discussed at this moment: "It is said that Wang Teng of the Northern Plains has already entered this field."

"Someone in the Central Plains has crossed several tribulations, shocking the dynasty and the hundred schools of thought."

"There is no lack of Four Extremities Perfection existences among the Eastern Wasteland Holy Sons; I don't know if anyone has secretly broken that barrier..."

The most outstanding batch of cultivators in the Big Dipper, such as Yaoguang, Hua Yunfei, Jiang Yifei, etc., could kill cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm when they were in the Four Extremities Secret Realm; once they entered Dragon Transformation and climbed a few more steps, contending with the Immortal Platform would not be difficult.

The world's wind and clouds are changing, a generation of new people replacing the old; the era of kings fighting and stars flickering is not far away.

The older generation only felt the autumn wind sighing at this moment, looking at the Feng family Holy Master with black hair like a waterfall and a majestic figure, couldn't help but sigh.

A Great Expert can live for two thousand years; every time they climb a minor realm, their blood Qi will be more abundant. If they don't take great medicine, it is hard to live for three thousand years.

A 1,500-year-old peak Great Expert, with more than half of his time passed, his blood Qi is at its peak, which can be said to be the most powerful moment in his life, exactly in his prime, worthy of being called a peerless Holy Master.

Just like the noon sun is incomparably dazzling, it is the peak moment, but things will reverse when they reach the extreme, prosperity will decline; if he doesn't break through, the next step is the sun setting in the west, gradually going downhill.

These experts are of the same generation as the Feng family Holy Master, but their realm and combat power are not as good as his; a peak Great Expert, a peerless Holy Master can still maintain some face and live for another thousand or eight hundred years, while some ordinary Immortal One or Immortal Two cultivators have already appeared with some white hair, not as good as in their prime.

And some young cultivators are not much better; the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters in the Four Extremities Secret Realm feel very cold at this moment, only feeling that the great world is desolate and the future has no light.

Even if this life is incomparably brilliant, worthy of being called golden, it has nothing to do with them.

The true geniuses ascend to the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, continue to compete in the great world, step onto the Emperor road, while they are still in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, only able to become green leaves.

Golden-Winged Little Peng King, Great Xia Prince Xia Yiming, Heavenly Demon Palace Young Master Yao Yuekong... these people's expressions are also not good, and their hearts are extremely awkward.

They are far superior to ordinary Holy Sons, but not as good as true Emperor stars, in an extremely awkward position, neither up nor down, with hope to step onto the Emperor road and compete in the starry sky, but once they lose, they can only shrink on the ancient star.

Whether it is a Great Sage or a Quasi-Emperor, it all depends on opportunity and creation, as well as a Dao heart.

Feng Huang also belongs to this category; if she can break and then stand, walk out of her own Dao, she has hope for the Emperor road; if she can't, at most a Great Sage.

"So young and already in the Dragon Transformation realm, could he really be an Emperor son? And this physical body change, this Dao body has a relationship with the ancestor!"

The Feng family Holy Master took a deep breath, his expression warm, stepped forward to pay respects: "Tianxuan Fellow Daoist has arrived in person, the Feng family has neglected the guest, please forgive me for not welcoming you."

"A million years ago we were one family, what guest are you talking about."

"I know the way, I'll just walk myself."

Lin Xian smiled slightly and took a step forward; the faint immortal music and heavenly music were vast, countless auspicious clouds paved a heavenly light road, carrying him straight into the Feng clan divine island, heading towards that divine city that never falls.

All the prohibitions and arrays within the Feng clan, at the moment of identifying the Fuxi Dao body, retreated one after another; this is the incomparably pure and flawless Fuxi bloodline after extreme sublimation, more dense than everyone in the Feng family.

At this moment, Lin Xian was more like a Feng family Holy Master than the Feng family Holy Master.

"He went to the ancestral land."

The Feng family Holy Master's heart trembled, apologized to everyone, ordered several Immortal Platform elders to entertain guests, and then chased after him himself; he had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

Today might be the Feng clan's eternal and unique heaven-shaking great change!

On a certain divine island in the depths of the Feng family, a remnant dragon-patterned stone tablet was situated; the stone tablet was incomplete, only the base and half of the inscription remained, flowing with chaotic aura, ancient and atmospheric, looking taller than a heavenly mountain, with various hexagram diagrams on it.

One Qian, Two Dui, Three Li, Four Zhen, Five Xun, Six Kan, Seven Gen, Eight Kun.

Innate Eight Trigrams.

"Heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and marshes communicate Qi, thunder and wind are thin, water and fire do not shoot each other, the eight trigrams are crossed; therefore, the past is smooth, knowing the future is reverse; therefore, the change is the reverse number."

Lin Xian looked at the dragon tablet thoughtfully, and after pondering for a moment, walked towards the fourth diagram, pressed his hand on it, and muttered: "The Emperor comes out of Zhen, Zhen is the east."

Solving the innate with the acquired, in an instant the remnant Fuxi dragon tablet rotated, blooming with ten thousand feet of immortal light, with the wheel of life and death rotating, like Taiji, dividing Yin and Yang.

(End of chapter)