Chapter 139

You Chao

Suiren's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he instinctively said, "Do you know where You Chao's corpse is?"

Hmm.

Feng Yi nodded, then walked to the Heavenly Stele at the center of the square, pointed at the Demonic Well below, and said softly, "If my deduction is correct, the ancestral divine body of Senior You Chao should be within this passage."

The moment his words fell, Feng Yi's heart stirred, his inner mystic technique automatically circulated, and it formed some connection with the Heavenly Stele suppressing the Demonic Well above.

Vaguely, he felt that he could now simply manipulate the Heavenly Stele before him.

Regarding this, his mind did not give rise to any unexpected thought.

The Heavenly Stele itself is the condensed insight of the Great Dao of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors; as Fuxi, his mystic technique is also fused from the inscriptions on the Stele, so being able to manipulate the Stele is quite natural.

Following the sense in his heart, Feng Yi raised a hand—with a hum, the Heavenly Stele that had been suppressing the Demonic Well passage was lifted directly, the seal's power temporarily released, revealing a bottomless abyss.

Boom

Black light shot into the heavens, endless death qi surged out from the Demonic Well passage, containing endless demonic intent, as if it could devour a person's soul.

However, before the death qi could fall on Feng Yi, an ancient, heavy Dragon Stele appeared above his head, and a mysterious trigram descended, directly suppressing the endless death qi.

Huh?

Looking at the ancient, mysterious Dragon Stele atop Feng Yi's head, Suiren's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he said softly, "Isn't Fuxi's ancestral divine weapon a bronze bagua? When did it become this Dragon Stele?"

Moreover, he wasn't sure if it was his own illusion, but Suiren always felt that this Dragon Stele differed from the ancestral divine weapons he had seen before.

'This Daoist friend Fuxi is becoming more and more mysterious!'

Feng Yi paid no attention to Suiren's thoughts, instead tightly staring at the Demonic Well passage surging with endless death qi, countless trigrams flowing in his eyes.

After a moment, his eyes brightened slightly; he raised a hand, countless trigrams flowing and forming an illusory large hand, which directly reached into the Demonic Well.

Hum

The Demonic Well passage trembled violently, boundless death qi incessantly striking the large hand, yet all were suppressed by the extreme Dao might contained in the Dragon Stele.

Boom

After a moment, the illusory large hand withdrew from the Demonic Well passage, grasping a tall, sturdy body, though that body had already lost its vitality.

You Chao

Looking at this familiar figure, Suiren's eyes showed a hint of sorrow.

Sensing Suiren's emotional shift, Feng Yi carefully glanced at him, a hint of unusual color appearing in his pupils, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh.

'Suiren and the others hide things quite deeply; they don't even know the true situation of their true selves, let alone the obsession lingering in this dead city!'

Actually, ancestral gods like Suiren, You Chao, and Nüwa who fell in the ancient war have long been resurrected in the world of death and restored to their peak strength; however, because the power of the alien realm is too strong, and moreover the Nine Provinces and the four directions have always been monitored by beings like Hongjun, they have not appeared in the Nine Provinces.

Now it seems Suiren even concealed the truth about the obsession he left behind in this dead city.

Thinking this, Feng Yi also thought that the current Suiren and others are merely a part of the august Suiren; he also doesn't know the plans of their true august selves, and can't help but lament that these people really love nesting dolls.

After a moment, Feng Yi suppressed the thought in his heart, gazing at the ancestral divine body of You Chao before him; the Fuxi Qin within him trembled slightly, and a mysterious melody sounded.

In an instant, the melody hooked the Dao of life and death between heaven and earth; endless black and white light points appeared around You Chao, the intentions of life and death intertwining to form a perfect balance.

Hum

A mysterious undulation arose; You Chao's ancestral divine body continually changed, as if coming back to life, the corpse originally filled with death intent gaining a hint of vitality.

Seeing this, Feng Yi's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.

In this state, You Chao's ancestral divine body would not collapse upon leaving the dead city; it could barely be used.

At the same time, looking at the Demonic Well still erupting death qi, Feng Yi's heart stirred, his mystic technique circulated, and his qi linked to the Heavenly Stele.

Boom

The next instant, a booming sound rang out; the Heavenly Stele fell again upon the Demonic Well, easily suppressing it.

After doing all this, Feng Yi turned to face Suiren and said, "Senior Suiren, now that powerful enemies from the alien realm are approaching, we need Senior You Chao's ancestral divine body as aid to confront the alien foe."

I understand.

Suiren gazed at his old friend's corpse, sighed lightly, and said, "The gap in strength between the Nine Provinces and the alien realm is too great; if the old friend knew his body could aid the Nine Provinces, he would probably feel relieved as well."

Thank you, Senior Suiren, for your understanding.

Feng Yi put away You Chao's ancestral divine body, again looked at the Demonic Well suppressed by the Heavenly Stele, and said in an indeterminate tone, "Senior Suiren, please guard this passage to the world of death; perhaps in the future this passage will become the gate of hope for all beings of the Nine Provinces."

Hope.

Hearing these two words, Suiren's mind conjured the power of the alien realm; thinking of the situation in the Nine Provinces, he fell silent for a moment.

After a good while, he sighed deeply, then spoke with a firm tone: "Rest assured, I will definitely guard this passage well; the Nine Provinces are entrusted to you."

Hmm.

Feng Yi nodded, his expression solemn, and said, "Senior Suiren, rest assured, I will definitely protect the beings of the Nine Provinces."

The moment his words fell, the surrounding heaven and earth turned illusory, as if a gate to the outside world had opened; Feng Yi's figure vanished directly.

Looking at the empty square, and again at the Demonic Well suppressed by the Heavenly Stele, Suiren's figure also turned into black mist, merging into the dead city, leaving only a hoarse sigh:

Nine Provinces.

Changsheng Continent, Southern Wasteland.

In a tranquil valley, flora thrived, flowers blanketed the ground, as if a land of life.

And at the very center of the valley, a small courtyard of several thatched cottages stood; around it lay fields planted with the five grains—rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans—exuding vigorous vitality.

The void grew hazy, illusory trigrams circulating, and Feng Yi's figure stepped forth from the void.

Upon arriving, his gaze shifted slightly toward the fields of the five grains, where he saw a figure tending the crops like an ordinary farmer.

This figure seemed utterly indifferent to the changes of the outside world, every movement ordinary, yet there was an indescribable sense of harmony.

Watching the other's focused actions, Feng Yi felt a vague insight arise; he did not disturb them, but stood before the thatched cottage, patiently waiting.

After a good while, the figure in the fields, like an ordinary farmer, finally finished his farm work, lifted his head, and looked toward Feng Yi.

'Fuxi?'

An uncertain tone sounded from his mouth, his pupils instantly blazing with brilliant holy light, endless vital energy filling heaven and earth, causing the surrounding plants to quickly take root and sprout.

After a moment, as if confirming something, his gaze returned to normal, his aura restrained, and he became once more that ordinary old farmer, whispering: "It really is you, Fuxi!"

"It is me."

Fengyi calmly nodded and said directly: "Shennong."

The old farmer–like figure before him is none other than one of the Nine Provinces' Ancestral Gods, the Shennong clan, and also a present manifestation of the Sovereign Shennong clan, one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

However, in Fengyi's eyes, this Shennong's god and body are utterly mismatched—the god is that of an Ancestral God, while the body is merely that of a half‑ancestor.

All this is because he has long since fallen; now he is merely borrowing a corpse to return to life.

In the ancient battle between the Nine Provinces and the other world, after an otherworldly Ancestral God fell, his ancestral corpse turned into endless ancestral corpse poison, sweeping the Realm of Longevity, seeking to utterly destroy this heaven and earth.

At the critical moment, Shennong used his body as a furnace to refine all the ancestral corpse poison, but he himself was completely transformed into mountains and rivers, merging into the Realm of Longevity, no different from having fallen.

The figure now before Fengyi is actually an existence formed by Zhuang Zhou, whose spiritual realm rivals that of an Ancestral God, communing and gathering Shennong's spiritual sense, and bearing it with his own body.

Hearing the person before him acknowledge this, Shennong's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt as he said: "Fuxi, what is your cultivation now?"

A faint smile appeared on Fengyi's face as he whispered: "Because of some special circumstances, I have started over."

"Started over."

Shennong gazed at the figure before him, sensing two distinct qi currents within the other's body, one of them an entirely unfamiliar cultivation system, and faintly guessed in his heart.

Fengyi glanced at Shennong and continued: "Shennong, your condition isn't so good either!"

Saying this, Fengyi seemed to sense something and glanced at the surrounding void.

The next moment, the void grew hazy, as if turning into a dreamscape; a butterfly fluttered, dancing between illusion and reality.

"Greetings, Ancestral God Fuxi!"

The butterfly flew to the two of them and emitted a slightly illusory voice: "Ancestral God Fuxi, on your journey to the Lost Paradise, why did you suddenly depart?"

After glancing at the butterfly, Fengyi spoke calmly: "I sensed the malice of the false god Hongjun, which is why I temporarily withdrew."

"False god Hongjun."

The butterfly let out a sound of surprise, and Shennong's gaze beside it also turned slightly cold.

"The false god Hongjun must have sensed my present condition, which is why he fixed his gaze on me."

Saying this, Fengyi's eyes flickered with a smile as he curled his lips: "Perfect—I can also use this opportunity to eliminate the false god who watches over the Nine Provinces and the four realms, and even eradicate the two otherworldly Ancestral Gods lingering in the four realms; that is also why I have come here."

The instant his words fell, Fengyi reached out; light flowed and a tall figure appeared before him—none other than the ancestral god's body of the Youchao clan.

Even though only the ancestral god's body remains, it still faintly emits a terrifying qi capable of suppressing heaven and earth, as if it were truly alive.

"Youchao."

Upon seeing that body, Shennong let out a sound of astonishment.

(End of chapter)