Chapter 115

Immortal Sword World

This is a world where Pangu serves as a creator god, akin to Eastern mythology, not much different from most legends of Pangu separating heaven and earth.

However, after Pangu's death in this world, his essence, energy, and spirit transformed into three great deities: Fuxi, Shennong, and Nüwa, who are also called the Three Sovereigns of Creation.

At the same time, Pangu's internal spiritual power dissolved into the five spirits of water, fire, wind, earth, and lightning, which dispersed throughout heaven and earth.

The body that Fengyi has now assimilated into is one of the Three Sovereigns, the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi.

Three Sovereigns

"Essence, energy, and spirit transforming into the Three Sovereigns, and inner spiritual power becoming the Five Spirits, is somewhat similar to my Dao Palace evolved through the Way of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors; perhaps it could bring me a different insight."

Changsheng World

These insights arose in his mind, and Fengyi subconsciously sank his consciousness into his body, hoping to fully digest this body's memories and insights into the Great Dao.

But just then, he felt something was off, vaguely sensing a veil separating him from this body's memories.

Fuhuang

Upon reflecting inward, Fengyi discovered that his face bore an indescribable sense of aloofness, as if he completely lacked the seven emotions and six desires of living beings, possessing only an innate divinity.

Is this me?

Just as this thought surfaced in his mind, an indifferent voice suddenly rang in Feng Yi's spirit: 'So that's how it is!'

Is there another person in my spirit?

Feng Yi's pupils shrank slightly; instantly he gathered his spirit and sank into his own spirit.

In an instant, the heavens and earth before him changed; Feng Yi arrived in the vast sea of his own spirit, and before him appeared a figure similar to him yet different.

That was a venerable figure clad in imperial robes, almost identical to Feng Yi's current appearance, the only difference being his utterly indifferent face, like the lofty Heavenly Dao, with not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

A hint of thought appeared in his eyes, Feng Yi's heart faintly gave rise to a guess; uncertain, he spoke: 'Are you the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi of this world?'

Having said that, Feng Yi's heart instantly gave rise to a hint of doubt.

Clearly, when he transmigrated to the Longevity Realm and the Shrouding Heaven World, he never encountered that world's Fuxi, or rather he directly replaced the Fuxi status and imprint of those two worlds; why, in the Immortal Sword World—which, compared to those two worlds, is not particularly strong—did he not directly assimilate this Heavenly Emperor Fuxi instead?

In his mind arose the two images that appeared when he had completely digested the Fuxi status of the Longevity Realm and the Fuxi imprint of the Shrouding Heaven World; Feng Yi's heart faintly gave rise to many speculations.

"Could it be because the Fuxi of the Longevity Realm directly transformed into some status, while the Fuxi of the Shrouding Heaven World directly entered meditation, leaving only its imprint? So I directly replaced both?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi's heart again rose to that vague feeling of past-future logic being in disorder that he had sensed then, feeling that it was not merely because of this reason.

"Could it be because, in the Longevity Realm and the Shrouding Heaven World, the past Fuxi was also me, so after I appeared I directly replaced both?"

"Then what about the Fuhuang of the One-Supreme World—what is his situation?"

As thoughts turned in Feng Yi's mind, speculating on the present situation, a cold voice sounded in his ear: 'As it turns out, there are still other heavens; indeed Chaos is boundless, not only Pangu the Great God who opened heaven and earth; it seems my path is not mistaken.'

Having said that, the imperial figure stepped forward one pace, his gaze cold and indifferent as he looked at Feng Yi and said: 'Indeed, as you said, I am the Fuxi of this world, but from today onward I am no longer merely this world's Fuxi; I am the true and sole Fuxi.'

Clang!

The moment his words fell, a heavy sword's resonance rang out; a blade of light that severed heaven and earth, shook the four poles, suddenly appeared, directly slashing down at Feng Yi.

This sword came completely without any warning!

The expression of the imperial figure opposite was also utterly indifferent, unchanged, as if everything stemmed from his instinct.

However, Feng Yi had been vigilant toward that opposite figure ever since he first noticed this strange situation.

At the moment the sword light appeared, he hesitated not at all; his internal qi shifted, and with a solemn expression he lowly shouted: 'Gate'

Hum

In an instant, the entire spirit world became illusory, void upon void layered, as if closing one after another of doors existing in special dimensions, sealing that sword light in the endless void beyond.

Hiss!

But the next moment, that sword light directly severed the void, splitting each door in two, and continued slashing down at Feng Yi, as if nothing in this world could stop that sword light.

However, with the resistance of the Gate divine ability, Feng Yi also gained a chance to counterattack.

His aura instantly became vast and ancient; in his hand coalesced a heavy, archaic stone axe exuding the intent to cleave heaven and earth, which he brought down upon the sword light.

Boom

The axe's light was bright and sharp, like the first ray of light when heaven and earth first opened, directly clashing with that sword light.

In an instant, boundless storms swept heaven and earth; the entire spirit world continually trembled, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

Pfft

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out; a figure instantly flew backward—it was Feng Yi.

The void continually shifted, as if spaces hidden in special dimensions appeared, absorbing all the aftermath.

After stabilizing his stance, Feng Yi did not mind his own injuries; instead, with a thoughtful look he gazed at the opposite figure, still utterly indifferent, and gained some understanding of the opponent's strength.

This is the strength of the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi of this world? Perhaps it already rivals the Great Sage of the Shrouding Heaven world? But, what was that special feeling just now?

In his mind, pondering that strange feeling just now, Feng Yi's innate spiritual light twitched slightly, and a sudden insight arose in his heart.

The emperor's figure opposite was not the true Fuxi, but a kind of program that had inherited this world's Fuxi's information.

"Program."

"the Heavenly Dao."

This thought arose in his mind, and Feng Yi vaguely felt that if the opponent could devour him, perhaps he could become the true Fuxi; that was also the reason the opponent chose to act against him.

Clang!

Not giving Feng Yi much time to think, that emperor's figure seemed to have no seven emotions and six desires, nor any disappointment; after the first strike achieved nothing, the next strike fell instantly.

The sword light was simple and direct, yet it seemed to contain the essence of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth; following a trajectory that seemed perfectly calculated, it was unavoidable, and it carried a supreme sword intent that could sever everything.

"This feeling indeed has some connection with the Heavenly Dao of this world!"

Countless thoughts turned in his mind, and in the next moment, the wounds on Feng Yi's body vanished instantly, as if everything that had just happened were an illusion.

This is his spiritual world; everything is illusory and will change according to his will.

At the same time, gazing at that aloof emperor's figure, black and white specks appeared in Feng Yi's pupils, like an illusory river of fate, and his hands continuously moved, tracing profound trajectories.

Hum

In an instant, numerous sovereign figures emerged from within him, as if stepping out of the river of fate, and charged toward the opposing emperor's figure.

Boom boom boom

Roaring sounds rang out; within this illusory spiritual world, Feng Yi pushed the divine ability born from his embryonic understanding of the Dao to an extreme, as if truly manifesting the ten sovereigns of the Longevity Realm, who then battled the emperor's figure before him.

Although these sovereigns' strength paled compared to that emperor's figure, they seemed to originate from one source, sharing a deep connection that formed perfect coordination.

Moreover, more importantly, these sovereign figures seemed to possess an infinite ability to resurrect; even if slain, they could immediately step forth again from within Feng Yi's body.

Although each resurrection caused Feng Yi's aura to diminish somewhat, weakening him.

Obviously, this resurrection was not without cost.

However, Feng Yi paid no heed to his own changes; he merely watched the battle with a thoughtful expression, countless streams of information flowing through his pupils, both contemplating his grasp of this divine ability and, more importantly, observing something significant.

As time passed, Feng Yi's aura grew ever weaker, yet his pupil-light grew ever brighter.

After an unknown span, a tremendous boom sounded, and all the sovereign figures were slain, with no further resurrection.

Feng Yi's aura at this moment was extremely weak, as if he had reached his limit, and the next moment he would die from exhaustion.

Clang!

The emperor's figure raised his long sword once more; the blade's light was brilliant and bright, fierce and vast, descending straight at Feng Yi without the slightest hesitation.

"As I thought!"

A low voice sounded; gazing at the sword light slashing toward him from opposite, a glint of realization appeared in Feng Yi's eyes.

"It is precisely within my spiritual world, and I have fully absorbed and digested the Longevity Realm's Fuxi rank; my innate spiritual light has undergone a transformation—this world truly suits my world."

"Fuxi rank. absorption digestion"

"Indeed, each world crossing perfectly matches my state."

As the voice faded, a soft hum sounded; a lofty concept rose from Feng Yi's body, and his aura suddenly changed.

In the next instant, his entire being transformed into a sacred figure with a human body and dragon tail, black and white lights flowing around him, connecting heaven and earth's Great Dao, giving rise to the Heavenly Sound of the Great Dao.

At the same time, an illusory, ancient stone qin hovered above his head, its body surrounded by circulating legal principles.

At this moment, Feng Yi's vision continually rose; the scene before him shifted again, as if returning to the state when he first paused in the Ancestor God Realm, even more attuned to himself.

Within this illusory spiritual world, he seemed to have fully activated the concept of the Fuxi rank, becoming the true Fuxi.

'Is this the complete state of the Fuxi rank?'

As this thought arose in his mind, Feng Yi's eyes twitched slightly; everything around froze, including the brilliant sword light descending upon him and that aloof emperor's figure.

In an instant, the emperor's figure's expression changed slightly—not fear, but an incomprehensible doubt.

At the same time, a faint imprint-like light glowed within him, his aura growing ever more vast and aloof, as if becoming a condensation of rule.

However, Feng Yi merely gazed at him calmly, his expression undergoing little change.

After a moment, a special feeling suddenly arose in Feng Yi's heart, and he slowly uttered: "Hum, gee, ah, roar, moo, zat, noise, dao!"

Boom

Within the Grand Heavenly Sound lay supreme power, bearing the primordial rules of the universe's beginning; it shook time and space, crossed reality and illusion, and cleansed the human soul.

This is the complete Primordial Eight Tones.

In an instant, Feng Yi's spiritual world shuddered violently, as if baptized by the Primordial Eight Tones, undergoing remolding and elevation.

At the same time, the emperor's figure shattered outright, leaving only a trace of an imprint-like authority concept, like an illusory world.

With the baptism of the Primordial Eight Tones, this authority concept also transformed into a special notion, merging into Feng Yi's spiritual world and becoming part of him.

Hum

In the next instant, a vast influx of information like a star sea merged into Feng Yi's mind, as if containing the complete information of a world.

If an ordinary person obtained such massive information, they would likely be washed away and lose themselves.

But at this moment, Feng Yi, dwelling in the spiritual world, had fully activated the lofty concept of the Fuxi rank, being in a special state akin to the true Fuxi; he easily absorbed this information, continually sorting its Dao insights, making them part of himself.

(End of chapter)