Chapter 153

In the cosmic void.

As the chairman of the conspiracy, Er Luo, retreated back to the Supreme God's domain in the dark abyss, the entire universe regained peace once again.

However, the many powerhouses who had taken notice of this scene in the various planes could not remain calm at this moment.

The Supreme God personally took action, yet seemingly could do nothing against that mysterious God-defier?

At this moment, the hearts of many powerhouses trembled incessantly.

You must know, in this universe, the Supreme God is the true Heaven, an invincible existence.

Only another Supreme God can oppose the Supreme God!

This is the consensus among all beings in this universe.

Even the Four Supreme Sovereigns of the Primeval Human Race could only oppose the Supreme God and make him wary by relying on the power of the Balance Law condensed from the Four Sacred Beasts.

However, the power of the Four Sacred Beasts ultimately originates from the Balance Law, and can only unleash its greatest might in the Primeval Plane, truly threatening the Supreme God.

Once they leave the Primeval Plane, even the Primeval Human Race's Four Supreme Sovereigns are nothing the Supreme God can easily dispatch.

Therefore, as long as the Supreme God's true form does not enter the Primeval Plane, the Primeval Human Race's Four Supreme Sovereigns cannot do anything to him.

But now, that mysterious God-defier, without even showing his face, easily blocked the divine punishment sent down by the Supreme God and outright slew one of the Supreme God's avatars.

Yet in this situation, the Supreme God did not even let his true form step out of the dark abyss to exterminate this mysterious God-defier.

Then there is only one possibility: this God-defier is an existence as formidable as the Blood Clan Progenitor, one that even makes the Supreme God wary.

When did such a powerful being appear in the universe?

At this moment, all the powerhouses in the universe are endlessly curious about that mysterious God-defier who has never shown his face.

Heaven, the Demon Realm, the great planes, and even the myriad planes of the entire universe began to surge with undercurrents.

The Primeval Plane.

Under the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram formed by the power of the Four Sacred Beasts, the figure holding a sickle also gazed somewhat absentmindedly at the restored cosmic void.

Her eyes flickered with various emotions—dazed, incredulous, delighted, and so on.

In the first God-Demon War, although they, the Four Supreme Sovereigns, slew two Supreme Gods using the Four Symbols Grand Formation forged from the power of the Four Sacred Beasts, they themselves paid a huge price.

Among the Four Supreme Sovereigns, Xuanyuan fell outright, while the remaining three also suffered grave injuries and have not recovered to this day.

Had the Supreme Gods not been unaware of the secret of Xuanyuan's fall and wary of the Four Symbols Grand Formation formed by the Four Sacred Beasts, the Primeval Plane would likely have already been occupied by gods and demons, and humanity would have become their slaves.

However, even relying on the deterrence from the first God-Demon War to temporarily deceive the Light and Dark Supreme Gods, the Primeval Plane actually now lacks the four sovereigns needed to form the Four Symbols Grand Formation, and humanity can be said to have reached the most critical moment of impending extinction.

If the next God-Demon War arrives and the Primeval Human Race has not given birth to a new sovereign, unable to unite with the Four Sacred Beasts to form the Four Symbols Grand Formation to resist the Supreme God, then the Primeval Plane is likely doomed to destruction.

Therefore, for the present Primeval Plane, the most important thing is the emergence of a new sovereign, which is what all Primeval humanity has been striving for.

To this end, under the tacit approval of the Holy Hall, the Primeval Human Race even initiated an extremely bloody slaughter-blood policy, covertly driving powerhouses to slaughter each other, all in order to spare no expense to produce a new sovereign in the shortest time possible to replace Xuanyuan.

Countless human powerhouses, in their quest to become sovereigns, forced their hands to be stained with countless kin's blood, ultimately failing, even giving rise to inner demons, binding themselves in the Northern Sea, tormented day and night by endless self-reproach and guilt.

It can be said that, in order to spawn a new sovereign in a short time, the price paid by the Primeval Human Race is beyond imagination.

But even so, since the first God-Demon War, so much time has passed, yet the Primeval Human Race still has not produced a new sovereign, and everything seems to foretell that the Primeval Plane is destined for utter destruction.

But now, right before her eyes, humanity has produced a being who can contend directly with the Supreme God without relying on the power of the Four Sacred Beasts and not fall behind, an existence that makes even the Supreme God wary; to her, this is practically a dream.

"Forefather Fuxi"

She softly spoke that name, the figure holding the sickle's expression constantly shifting, for a moment not knowing what to say.

The delight came far too suddenly!

"Vermilion Bird, no, I should call you Heavenly Firmament."

At that moment, a peaceful voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, instantly bringing her back to her senses.

Instinctively looking toward the direction the voice came from, the void grew slightly hazy, and a familiar figure appeared before her—none other than Fuxi, the forefather of spell cultivators who had led countless spell cultivators into the boundless void before the first God-Demon War.

On the other side, Feng Yi gazed at the man holding the sickle before him, his eyes involuntarily flashing a strange hue.

Given his current mastery over the power of fate, he could naturally see clearly the fate lines on the man holding the sickle before him, realizing that the other was merely an avatar of the Vermilion Bird Sovereign.

After the first God-Demon War, Xuanyuan fell, and the remaining three Supreme Sovereigns suffered grave injuries.

To heal the injuries inflicted upon them by the Supreme God's power, the three Supreme Sovereigns jointly developed a method that cultivates through deep slumber to restore their wounds,

Once this technique is successfully mastered, not only will their injuries be fully healed, but their cultivation will also rise by one level.

However, this method also has a limitation: once they begin cultivating, they will fall into complete slumber and cannot be interrupted midway, or else all their efforts will be wasted.

Thus, the true forms of the three Supreme Sovereigns have now all sunk into slumber; only the Vermilion Bird Sovereign, whose injuries were the lightest, left behind a male avatar to covertly observe the situation in the Primeval Plane—this is the sickle-wielding man before Feng Yi.

With thoughts turning in his mind, Feng Yi's face showed a faint smile as he softly said, 'Heavenly Firmament, long time no see.'

"Fuxi"

Gazing at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure before him, Heavenly Firmament's eyes flashed with a hint of dazedness, his thoughts drifting back to the time before the first God-Demon War, when law and martial arts contended, and he unconsciously said, 'Indeed, it has been a long time.'

The moment his words fell, she suddenly snapped back to reality, thinking of what had just happened, a glint of anticipation in her eyes as she asked, 'Fuxi, have you succeeded?'

As a human sovereign, Heavenly Firmament naturally also knew that the forefather Fuxi before him was arranging the Eight Trigrams in the void, deducing the path to divinity.

Now that he can oppose the Supreme God alone without the aid of the Four Sacred Beasts, even making the Supreme God wary, does that not signify that he has already succeeded?

Upon thinking this, Heavenly Firmament's heart instantly swelled with uncontainable joy, looking expectantly at the figure opposite him.

"Not yet."

He shook his head slightly, and before Vermilion Bird could show a disappointed expression, Feng Yi continued speaking: "However, although I have not yet become a Main God, I have fortuitously mastered some new means; as long as I do not enter the Main God's domain, even when facing a Main God I will not be easily defeated, and"

Saying this, Feng Yi's finger twitched slightly, and a divine light formed from countless Great Dao characters appeared at his fingertip, as if a changing illusory universe.

"Unafraid of the Main God."

Cang Qiong's mind and spirit were instantly captivated by these words, and a hint of joy involuntarily appeared on his face.

The many efforts of the Primeval Human Race nowadays are nothing more than an attempt to cultivate a supreme being, thereby completing the Four Symbols Grand Formation to resist the Main God.

Now, upon hearing that the other party was actually unafraid of the Main God, and that the meaning behind their words even signified the possibility of becoming a Main God in the future, how could she not be excited?

After all, the Four Symbols Grand Formation is merely a derivative of the balance principle; it ultimately does not belong to the Primeval Human Race. Only when humanity gives birth to its own Main God can it truly safeguard the Primeval Plane.

Before the thought in Cangqiong's mind had fully settled, her eyes twitched slightly, and in an instant they were drawn to the divine light in Fengyi's hand.

In that instant, countless streams of information flowed through the depths of her eyes, and she seemed to glimpse a towering Great Dao, leaving her unable to pull herself away for a moment.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses and blurted out, "Forefather, what is this?"

Fengyi's finger tapped lightly, causing the divine light to keep shifting, and then he spoke calmly: "This is a cultivation system entirely different from any other path in this realm. According to my deduction, cultivating it to the peak will not fall short of the Supreme God, and it is precisely because of this unique cultivation system that I can stand against the Supreme God."

The instant his words fell, Fengyi flicked his finger, and the divine light at his fingertip shot straight to the forehead of Zhuque.

'"Not inferior to the Supreme God"'

Upon hearing those words, Cangqiong's heart involuntarily jolted.

In this universe, the might of the Supreme God has permeated the souls of all beings; it is truly the supreme existence.

Now, this forefather before us has not yet become the Supreme God, yet he seems to have created a cultivation system that, when taken to its peak, would not fall short of the Primeval God—how could this be?

Driven by intense curiosity, Cangqiong glanced at the divine light flowing with countless Great Dao runes and directly merged it into her own body.

Boom

A thunderous roar that shook the soul rang out, and countless characters appeared directly in Cangqiong's mind, constantly rearranging and transforming, forming an entirely new cultivation system.

In a daze, a lofty, sacred figure seemed to appear within the sea of her spirit.

From that figure's mouth came a grand scriptural sound, as if expounding a novel insight into the Great Dao, a new cultivation system, giving rise to countless realizations in her heart.

'"Primeval God. Stone Person Path. Supreme Primeval God"'

Whisper after whisper issued from Cangqiong's mouth; her eyes flowed with countless streams of information, and her own aura underwent violent, uncontrollable tremors.

Fengyi watched the scene with a calm expression, the illusory Bagua shadows shifting in his pupils, reflecting the changes in the figure's vital energy before him, instinctively deducing where improvements were needed.

The divine light he passed to the other party contained precisely the cultivation system of the Eternal Realm; of course, it was Fengyi who, based on the laws and principles of this universe and the essence, energy, and spirit of the ancient human race, re-derived it, made fine adjustments, and thus crafted a cultivation system suitable for humanity in this realm.

This is exactly the new system he prepared for the ancient human race, intending to boost their overall strength to face the next divine-demonic war.

Given the ancient human race's cultivation talent comparable to that of innate gods and demons, even mastering this realm's crude martial arts system would succeed through their innate gifts and endless time, let alone the Eternal Realm's flawless cultivation system.

Once they cultivate the Eternal Realm's cultivation system, the overall strength of the ancient human race in this realm will surely rise to a new level in a short time.

After all, in this universe, a single seclusion for an ordinary cultivator is measured in hundreds of thousands, even millions of years, not to mention the top experts.

Such as the four supreme human experts, and the top human powerhouses beneath them, they were born from the plane's source not long after the universe opened, and a single retreat could span hundreds of millions of years.

If they cultivated the Eternal Realm's system, given such vast stretches of time, they would not only match Primeval God–level supremes—they might have already completed the Stone Person Path.

After all, as innate gods and demons born from the plane's source, the ancient human race possesses tremendous talent, and the cultivation environment of the ancient plane is quite fine, posing no limit to their growth.

The only thing truly limiting them is that this realm lacks a perfected cultivation system enabling one to gradually become the Supreme God; even attaining supremacy relies on their own groping forward, with only a rough framework.

And now, Fengyi has produced this system from the Eternal Realm, adjusted according to the laws and principles of this universe—a perfected cultivation system.

For Fengyi, having merged with the Great Dao imprint of this realm's forefather Fuxi, he is now the Fuxi of this realm, and naturally he will do everything possible to help the ancient human race rise completely and free themselves from the threat of the Supreme God.

At the very moment Fengyi's thoughts were turning, Cangqiong finally fully digested the inheritance information contained in that divine light, and her eyes regained their luster.

The next instant, she turned her gaze to the figure before her, her eyes flashing with barely concealed excitement, and she bowed directly: "Forefather, on behalf of the ancient human race I thank you for your great kindness!"

Although Cangqiong's current body is merely a clone, its strength far falls short of the supreme level, yet its insight is not much different from that of her true self.

As a supreme-level being, Cangqiong naturally can truly comprehend that the inheritance granted by this forefather before her contains a cultivation system utterly unlike today's ancient martial arts, and she recognizes its immense power and perfection.

Through this entirely new cultivation system, an ordinary person can actually ascend step by step to a height not inferior to the Supreme God, with each step's path clearly laid out—something Cangqiong had never dared to imagine before.

This system can literally be called heaven-defying; whether in cultivation speed, the perfection of each realm, or the upper limit, it far surpasses the current ancient martial arts system by who knows how many times.

Seeing the cultivation system contained in that inheritance, Cangqiong suddenly felt that the current ancient martial arts system is incredibly crude!

'"The ancient human race has hope!"'

This thought rose unbidden from Cangqiong's heart, making her want to burst into tears.

Truly, the ancient human race has been despairing for far too long!

'"No need for such ceremony; as a member of the ancient human race, this is simply what I ought to do."'

He waved his hand, stopping Cangqiong's salute, shook his head slightly, and then said: "I plan to marshal the world, teaching this new system to ancient martial artists who have reached the god level, thereby raising the overall strength of the ancient human race to face the next divine-demonic war."

Upon hearing Fengyi's words, Cangqiong clasped her hands, a hint of admiration on her face, and said: "Forefather's great righteousness, but my true body and the White Tiger and Black Tortoise are still in slumber, relying on a special technique to heal the wounds from the last divine-demonic war; for now they cannot awaken, otherwise all prior effort would be wasted. Moreover, this clone of mine is a body occupied by a strand of my divine sense, allowing me to handle matters outside the Ancient Covenant; most people do not know my true identity, so the task of marshaling the world will likely still trouble you, Forefather."

Having said that, Zhuque seemed to think of something and continued: "By the way, Forefather, the system you created is vastly superior and more perfect than ours; I will directly pass it to my true self now in slumber. If possible, I hope you could visit the Holy Hall and grant this system to the White Tiger who is also in slumber, perhaps helping him accelerate his transformation. Moreover, the Holy Hall seems to have encountered some trouble, possibly infiltrated by demon spies; please also take care of that in passing. Outside the Holy Hall, the White Tiger's holy power guards the area, and my clone cannot approach."

'"The Holy Hall?"'

Fengyi's eyes flickered with divine light, and faintly a black-and-white dot appeared, endlessly shifting—a diagram of life and death.

'"Nine Revolutions Life-Death Mystic Art."'

The name of this cultivation art, which the future protagonist of this realm will practice, surfaced in his mind; the Fuxi qin within Fengyi's body trembled slightly, and the fragmentary qin art of the Great Dao of life and death that he once obtained from Fuxi arose in his thoughts, giving rise to an inexplicable feeling.

After a while, Fengyi nodded and said: "I understand; I'll take care of everything."

Upon hearing Fengyi's words, Cangqiong performed a great bow toward him and said: "All this, Forefather, is thanks to your labor!"

'"No need for that."'

Fengyi casually waved his hand, an intangible ripple arose, halting Zhuque's bowing motion.

Feeling this mighty wave that made resistance impossible, Cangqiong's heart grew ever more in awe of the forefather's power.

At least her true self is far inferior to this forefather now—no wonder he can withstand the Supreme God's might!

At the same time, Cangqiong's heart grew ever more delighted.

At this moment she finally saw a glimmer of a bright future belonging to the ancient human race.

After her thoughts turned and they discussed a few more details, Fengyi nodded at Cangqiong, his form blurred, and then vanished from the spot.

Gazing at the empty void, Zhuque's expression momentarily became dazed.

All that happened today felt to her like a dream, an extraordinarily beautiful illusion.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, gathered her thoughts, and vanished directly from the spot.

She also needed to pass this perfect cultivation system created by the forefather to her true self, so that her true self could begin cultivating anew.

(End of chapter)