Chapter 107: Matter Settled, Wind Clan

Yan Ruyu could imagine that, if the news that her ancestor still existed in the world got out, it would cause a tremendous storm to the outside world.

As the sole Demon Emperor who proved the Dao among the ancient empresses, the ancestor actually still hasn't passed away after countless ages; perhaps she has already become an immortal?

Forgive the descendant of the Blue Emperor who has now lost most of the foundation and insight of a Great Emperor; she simply does not know that a Great Emperor can live two lives, and an existence like her ancestor the Blue Emperor, who has become an immortal medicine incarnate, can have a lifespan exceeding ten thousand years in a single life.

Yan Ruyu does not think that this senior before her is deceiving her, after all, the ancestor's imperial weapon, the Chaos Azure Lotus, is in the other's hand, and it has genuinely recognized the other as its master.

As the continuation of a Great Emperor's Dao, an Ultimate Dao Imperial Weapon truly contains its own divine entity; how could it so easily acknowledge another as master?

Even Yan Ruyu herself only hopes to rely on the ancestor's bloodline existing within her own body to barely gain the imperial weapon's acknowledgment, and she cannot even cause the imperial weapon to revive on its own.

To have an Ultimate Dao Imperial Weapon acknowledge her as master, unless she, like her ancestor, proves the Dao and attains the position of a Great Emperor, becoming a true Demon Emperor.

With thoughts turning in her heart, Yan Ruyu's heart suddenly gave rise to an indescribable joy.

As descendants of the Blue Emperor, their branch has indeed had a rough time these years, not only suffering oppression from the Human Race but also covertly facing suppression within the Demon Race.

After all, this world ultimately speaks with strength; even if the Blue Emperor was mighty, that is merely past glory.

After the passage of countless ages, and with the experts of their branch having withered away, even now, within the Demon Race, there are few experts who truly respect their branch.

Now the ancestor actually still hasn't passed away; if he appears again, their branch will once again reach the pinnacle and become the masters of the East Wasteland.

This truly is heaven's favor upon their branch.

Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu suddenly spoke with some excitement: "Senior, I wonder when the ancestor will complete his transformation?"

Sensing the faint spiritual undulations emanating from this Blue Emperor descendant before him, Feng Yi lightly shook his head and said, "The Blue Emperor Dao friend has walked a special path; no one can say exactly when he will succeed in his transformation and truly emerge."

Even if the Blue Emperor could truly complete the path of evolving into the immortal realm, who knows how many years later that would be; he might have already turned to ashes.

Rather than hoping for the Blue Emperor's emergence to lead the Demon Race to its peak, Feng Yi felt it would be better for the other to perfect his own cultivation and revive the Demon Race himself!

With thoughts turning in his mind, considering the other's current situation, Feng Yi pondered a moment, then extended his hand; a stalk of ancient medicine king emitting mighty spiritual power and a strand of divine light with countless flowing runes appeared in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the ancient medicine king fell into Yan Ruyu's hand, and the divine light directly merged into her forehead.

Boom—

In an instant, Yan Ruyu's entire aura changed dramatically, and a shocking heavenly phenomenon appeared behind her.

It was a tall, graceful azure lotus rooted in Chaos, carrying the intention of opening heaven and earth.

After doing all this, Feng Yi did nothing further, and together with Nüwa beside him, they vanished from the spot.

As for other treasures, that token in the other's hand indeed came from Nüwa's hand; although it was merely casually pinched together, its main purpose was to serve as a token of trust, but it also counts as an extremely powerful protective item, and for the other, this protective item is actually more suitable than the Ultimate Dao Imperial Weapon for the present situation.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Ruyu finally came to her senses, her mind and spirit reflecting upon herself, giving her a feeling of being reborn.

At the same time, a powerful inheritance highly compatible with her own arose within her spirit.

But when she looked ahead, she found that the traces of those two seniors had vanished.

At the same time, the surrounding heaven and earth, which had been stalled, returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened were an illusion.

However, sensing the profound qi mechanism contained within the ancient simple token in her hand, and feeling her own transformation as if reborn, Yan Ruyu understood that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Her ancestor actually still lives, and is even undergoing transformation; she just doesn't know when he will complete his transformation!

At the same time, thinking back to the tone of that senior's earlier words and how he addressed her ancestor, Yan Ruyu's eyes involuntarily flashed with a strange hue.

'Could it be that this senior is an existence of the same level as the ancestor?'

'Indeed, only an expert of the same level is qualified to trade with the ancestor and obtain the Chaos Azure Lotus's acknowledgment as master.'

'The Wind Clan of the Central Region?'

'No wonder it is one of the oldest ancient clans on the East Wasteland; the clan actually still harbors such a terrifying expert!'

With this thought arising in her mind, Yan Ruyu unconsciously gripped the token in her hand tighter.

This is a promise from an existence of the same level as her ancestor, a supreme being; it can be called the most precious life‑saving treasure under heaven.

"Your Highness!"

At that moment, the demon race woman beside her looked at her puzzled and asked, "How are you?"

Glancing at the maid beside her, Yan Ruyu realized that the other indeed had not noticed what had just happened.

'Truly an unimaginably terrifying expert!'

With this thought arising in her mind, a smile appeared on Yan Ruyu's face as she said, "Since the plan has already failed, we should hurry and leave this place."

"But the imperial weapon."

"Since the imperial weapon willingly departed, that is naturally the ancestor's arrangement; it cannot be forced, and if fate allows we will meet again in the future—let's go!"

The moment her voice fell, Yan Ruyu glanced at the northern sky and walked away with light steps toward the distance.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Seeing the figure of their Highness, the demon race woman performed a salute and hurried to follow.

In a remote little shop in a small town.

The woman who had been playing with the little girl suddenly felt a stir in her heart, quickly rose to her feet, and bowed before the two figures, saying, "Greetings, ancestor!"

The little girl, namely Jiang Tingting who possesses the Yin Body, also noticed the two figures ahead, happily ran over, blinked her big eyes, and said in a crisp voice, "Teacher, auntie, you're back."

"Hmm."

Feng Yi nodded, smiled, and said, "The matter is settled; it's also time to leave."

Central Region, East Wasteland.

The Eight Hundred Floating Islands loom high in the heavens, with majestic palaces standing upon them; immortal mist swirls around, divine light intertwines, and immortal cranes and colorful phoenixes constantly fly about, like a series of otherworldly divine lands, a holy ground of the immortals.

And in the deepest part, amidst the hazy immortal light, a majestic divine city looms faintly, exuding an ancient, weathered aura, as if emerging from the river of time.

This is the Wind Clan of the Central Region, one of the oldest clans in the East Wasteland.

Just then, a mysterious fluctuation rose from the depths of the Wind Clan's ancestral land within the divine city, instantly sweeping across the eight hundred islands.

The next moment, several streaks of light bearing powerful aura rose from the central few islands and flew toward the divine city.

Inside the hall of the divine city.

Upon entering the hall, the Wind Clan experts instinctively turned their gazes to the figure in dark robes seated on the main throne.

In the next moment, their hearts trembled as they sensed a familiar pressure that made them submit from the depths of their being, and at the same time a message transmitted into their minds.

That was the pressure and message emanating from the deity of the Fuxi Dragon Stele!

"Greetings to our ancestor!"

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone hurriedly performed a respectful salute.

In the Feng Clan, the Fuxi Dragon Stele is heaven.

And the existence recognized as master by the Fuxi Dragon Stele can naturally only be their ancestor.

Or rather, not only in the Feng Clan, in any ancient aristocratic family, the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon is truly heaven.

Although the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon appears to be a weapon on the surface, no member of an ancient aristocratic family dares to truly regard it as merely a weapon.

In reality, the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon is the half-body of the Great Emperor, a continuation of the Great Emperor's Dao, and the deity within it is the true divine needle that stabilizes the sea for the ancient aristocratic family, and can even be considered their true primordial ancestor.

What clan head, what foundation, what rules—before the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, they are all trash.

However, under normal circumstances, the deity of the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon is in a dormant state, which is why it seems to lack presence.

But once the deity within the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon awakens, its will represents the will of everyone.

"Hmm."

At this moment, only Feng Yi sits on the main seat.

As for Nüwa, aside from matters concerning her elder brother, her mind is filled only with research into her own mortal‑immortal path; she pays no attention to Feng Clan affairs, and even apart from a few people, the vast majority of the Feng Clan are unaware of her existence.

Moreover, her metamorphosis on the mortal‑immortal path is not yet complete; had she not sensed her elder brother's return, she would not have left seclusion.

Thus, Nüwa has now entered seclusion again, immersed in her metamorphosis.

Feng Yi sat on the main seat, gazing at the many figures below, and spoke in a calm tone: "Everyone, rise!"

"Yes, ancestor!"

Hearing those words, everyone performed another respectful salute before rising to their feet.

After a brief understanding of the Feng Clan's situation, Feng Yi waved his hand and said: "Except for the current clan head, everyone else may withdraw!"

"Yes, ancestor!"

No one dared to defy in the slightest; they hastily saluted and left, leaving only a middle‑aged man—the current head of the Feng Clan.

"Ancestor!"

The Feng Clan head performed a respectful salute and said: "I do not know what instructions you, elder, have for us."

"Tens of thousands of‑year‑old precious medicines, near‑hundred‑thousand‑year‑old ancient medicine kings, one stalk, two stalks."

Watching the ancestor continuously produce various ancient medicine kings and plant them in the medicine field, the Feng Clan head's gaze became slightly dazed.

These near‑hundred‑thousand‑year‑old ancient medicine kings can be counted among the most precious divine medicines beneath the Undying Divine Medicine; they have basically vanished from the world, and each stalk that appears can stir up a storm in the entire cultivation world—even saints would surely crave them endlessly—yet the ancestor actually has so many of them?

Before his thought could fully settle, in the next moment a divine medicine resembling a little white tiger flashed into his vision, causing him to lose all capacity for thought.

"Undying Divine Medicine!"

"The ancestor actually has an Undying Divine Medicine following him!"

At this moment, his mind held only that thought, and an indescribable joy instantly arose.

Our Feng Clan can now also be said to possess our own Undying Divine Medicine!

On the other side, having planted all the precious medicines and ancient medicine kings from his person into the medicine field specially opened by his younger sister, which contains boundless creative power, Feng Yi gazed at the various spiritual medicines competing to shine in the field and could not help but reveal a satisfied expression.

Afterward, he looked at the Feng Clan head, casually waved his hand, and said: "All right, from now on Feng Clan affairs are to be handled by you; don't bother me with anything unimportant."

His most important concern at present is his own cultivation, so he naturally will not manage the Feng Clan's trivial matters.

"Yes, ancestor!"

Hearing his ancestor speak, the Feng Clan head dared not be the slightest bit negligent and hastily took his leave.

Meanwhile, seeing the Feng Clan head's figure disappear, Feng Yi immediately sat cross‑legged on a blue stone in the medicine field, sank his mind into his body, and circulated his internal technique.

In the next moment, waves of chanting echoed from within his body, and his five great secret realms simultaneously burst forth with brilliant divine light.

The White Tiger Undying Medicine lay beside Feng Yi, its whole body surrounded by immortal light, forming a whole with his aura—as if it were helping him transform, or as if it were using his aura to refine itself.

The many ancient medicine kings around also emitted threads of pure vital force, continually merging into Feng Yi's body to aid his cultivation.

At this moment, his mind and spirit were completely immersed in his own Immortal Platform Secret Realm, contemplating its mysteries and sensing the changes in his primordial spirit.

As a secret realm related to the primordial spirit, the essence of the first two levels of the Immortal Platform Secret Realm is to cultivate one's divine sense, thereby fully opening one's immortal storehouse, excavating one's potential, and this aligns well with the concept of using the body as a seed system to open the doors within.

The cultivation of these two levels involves little difficulty; it is simply a process of continually increasing one's accumulation, solidifying one's foundation, strengthening one's primordial spirit, and initiating the body with the divine.

As long as there is sufficient time and resources, even an ordinary talent would not find completing these two levels particularly difficult.

Moreover, on the Beidou Ancient Star, the persons in charge of the various great clan holy lands are basically at this level.

Only upon passing the Immortal Third Stage—Slaying the Dao does one reach the first genuine life‑and‑death barrier after the Immortal Platform Secret Realm.

Feng Yi's own realm is profound, his true nature spirit having undergone metamorphosis, his divine sense immensely powerful; together with ample resources aiding his cultivation and his younger sister's discourses, the path of these two levels is naturally smooth for him.

With the passage of time, his aura continually shifted, patterns appeared on his body, and ancient characters emerged all around him, constantly rotating like a starry sky composed of Daoist script.

In this process, his inner aura also rapidly advanced toward the peak of Immortal Stage Two, moving toward the first life‑and‑death gate of the Immortal Platform Secret Realm—Slaying the Dao.

(End of chapter)