Chapter 15

Tinggen.

A city in the north of the Luen Kingdom, called the City of Scholars.

Hum

At that moment, Tinggen seemed to become somewhat illusory, with countless images appearing within it, as if time had become disordered.

At this moment, Tinggen City and the whole world seemed to develop a sense of disconnection, becoming a bug in the entire world.

But neither Tinggen nor the outside world had anyone notice anything wrong; it just seemed as if it were always like that, and this bug was normal.

The unknown place.

This is a magnificent and huge cathedral, with rows of black stone pillars towering, supporting a lofty dome.

And in this cathedral, the surface of every pillar, every dome, and every arch is inlaid with the bones of different races.

This is a bone church, yet it does not look gloomy; instead, it carries a sense of sanctity.

At the very center of the cathedral stands a hundred-meter-high cross, with a blurry figure standing there, as if pitying mankind.

And before the cross, there is a priest wearing a simple robe praying.

He has a pale gold beard covering half his face, his expression peaceful, his eyes clear as a child's.

However, if one looks into the depths of those clear eyes, there is an ineffable coldness, a divinity that rejects everything.

At that moment, the priest suddenly froze, his eyes showing a rare hint of confusion.

Luen Kingdom, Bekrand.

In a room with its windows tightly sealed by curtains, a sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes, fear flashing in her gaze.

"Today shouldn't be the full moon, why is there sleep-talking?"

A painful voice sounded, and the woman's body continually twisted and struggled.

Beyond Earth.

On the moon orbiting this planet, a scarlet sea engulfed everything, directly encompassing the entire moon.

At that moment, the scarlet sea suddenly contracted, condensing into a blurry blood-red figure, many times larger than the moon, revealing a pair of eerily eyes, exuding a decadent aura, gazing toward the planet ahead.

At the same time, faintly, an illusory prayer seemed to echo from a higher dimension, as if coming from beyond this universe.

As the prayer sounded, a faint white lotus phantom seemed to appear beside the blood-red blurry figure; the figure, originally emanating a decadent aura, seemed to take on a hint of ethereal holiness, carrying the meaning of all things returning to their origin.

However, He seemed not to notice anything amiss, withdrew His gaze, and once again became the scarlet sea enveloping the moon; ultimately, the white lotus phantom never truly manifested in this universe.

And farther away from this planet, brown, orange, red, and gold planets twinkled one after another, as if blinking their eyes.

In the room.

An ancient yellow earth altar floated in midair, strands of purple-gold holy light cascading down to envelop a tall figure below.

That is a handsome youth with Eastern features, namely Feng Yi, or rather his counterpart in this world's alternate dimension.

After reorganizing his body through the most basic runes, his appearance was influenced by the innate essence of his own nature's spiritual light, and he restored his original features.

Runes flowed across his body, seemingly containing the world's most essential mysteries, yet appearing sacred and solemn, with no trace of the original chaos and madness.

As these runes flowed, a certain higher-dimensional status and concept contained within the yellow earth altar, by means of some rule of this world, settled within his body, or rather within his nature's spiritual light.

Faintly, a somewhat illusory figure appeared behind him, human body with a dragon tail, like the manifestation of the character 'Dao' in the original Dao text, exuding a sacred intent, as if the condensation of inner divinity.

Time slowly passed; unknown how long, the runes on Feng Yi's body flowed like water, fully merging into his interior, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His pale gold eyes bore majesty and sanctity, like a high deity dragon overlooking the earth; deep within lay a phantom yin-yang bagua diagram.

Exhale

His mind sank into his body, sensing his own changes, Feng Yi couldn't help but let out a breath of relief.

Thinking of the changes that had occurred, a hint of contemplation appeared in his eyes, and an inexplicable thought surged in his heart: 'I never expected a world whose power level is far below that of the Longevity Realm, the Mysterious Master world, to undergo such a change; from now on, when transmigrating, I must learn this lesson—not only does the transmigration process carry risk, but the world one transmigrates into may also harbor various unforeseen dangers, even if it appears weak.'

However, although he thought so, Feng Yi always felt that it wasn't just because of this world; perhaps there were other deeper reasons.

However, he merely had a vague sense of it, unable to be certain, and could only secretly remain vigilant toward this world.

The Mysterious Master world is the world where Feng Yi's alternate-dimensional counterpart currently resides; it is a world whose fundamental rules lean toward chaos and madness.

In this world, knowledge is toxic, carrying contamination.

If one's status is insufficient, coming into contact with higher-level knowledge, even by accident, will absolutely result in a miserable fate.

And as a transmigrator, Feng Yi naturally knows this world's highest-level knowledge; almost the moment he realizes he has transmigrated into this world, he is directly contaminated.

However, according to reason, his physical body crossing the Longevity Realm—such a sovereign could simply intervene in the past and future worlds—yet no abnormality occurred.

Now, merely assimilating with this world's counterpart from another plane using a wisp of innate spiritual light, the disturbance is even smaller, and he possesses the natal supreme treasure, the Yellow Earth Altar, so he should not be affected.

But for some unknown reason, an accident occurred.

In his mind appeared the scene of the Yellow Earth Altar easily refining and erasing the contamination; Feng Yi's inner feeling grew increasingly strange, even giving him the illusion that this exposure was intentional on the part of the Yellow Earth Altar.

"Forget it, thinking so much is useless; anyway, not only did nothing happen, but this also caused a transformation, which can be considered a good thing!"

His thoughts turned; Feng Yi involuntarily placed his mind and spirit inside his body, sensing that due to the collision of different worlds' rules, after this transformation a certain status and concept had settled within his innate spiritual light.

"Fuxi's path? Or perhaps the Human Emperor's path?"

Sensing the faint information contained within this status and concept inside his body, Feng Yi's face rarely showed a bewildered expression.

"Is this to use this world's divine path sequence system to gradually accommodate the status and concept contained within the Yellow Earth Altar?"

"Fuxi."

"Indeed, it truly is the status and concept of Fuxi."

"However, I don't know whether it is merely the Fuxi status and concept of the Longevity Realm world, or the true Taihao Fuxi."

"It should temporarily be merely the Fuxi status and concept within the Longevity Realm."

Thinking this far, after a bit of thought, Feng Yi felt that this method was actually not impossible.

After all, his current strength is too weak; directly bearing Fuxi's status and concept, he might be directly assimilated by the high status it contains, losing himself.

Even if this status and concept does not actually contain true will.

And using the rules and system of this world as a stepping stone, gradually accommodating Fuxi's status and concept, step by step absorbing and digesting, making it truly completely belong to oneself, is actually not a bad method.

But.

Looking at the obviously Western-style room around him, thinking of this world's extraordinary system, Feng Yi's mouth corner twitched involuntarily.

There is just a bit.

This... this art style isn't quite right, is it?

At this moment, he could already imagine in his mind the strange art style of his future self, not being on the same dimension as other extraordinary beings in this world!

(End of chapter)