Chapter 159

Primordial Plane.

Feng Yi's figure appeared directly above the Heavenly Universe, his golden twin eyes calmly gazing at each hidden secret place within the Primordial Plane.

North Sea, Holy Mountain, Blade Domain, Snow Realm, East Sea, Nine Yi.

The moment those extremely indifferent golden twin eyes swept over them, myriad human cultivators secretly training felt their hearts chill, their souls trembling as if facing the impartial and selfless Heavenly Dao.

However, the hearts of many human cultivators felt no negative emotion; instead, they looked with fervent zeal at the indifferent figure above the Heavenly Universe.

This is their own Primordial Human Race's supreme god!

The next moment, an indifferent, emotionless voice echoed in the hearts of the many human cultivators: "All Primordial Human Race cultivators who have reached god level or above, come to the Holy Hall to see me!"

"Yes, Supreme God!"

As the voice fell, the heavenly and earthly vital energy in each secret cultivation place surged; figures shot up into the sky, turning into divine light rushing toward the Holy Mountain.

In an instant, the entire Primordial Plane seemed to become a torrent of divine light centered on the Holy Mountain, with countless human cultivators converging toward the Holy Mountain.

In the void of the Degenerate Land, before the thatched hut.

Feng Yi's figure materialized out of nowhere, looking at the light wrapping the cultivating figures in the void, he spoke calmly: "Wake up!"

Om

The sound was soft, yet it seemed to contain the essence of the world's most fundamental law, instantly sweeping through the entire void world.

In an instant, the light naturally scattered, revealing the figures of Dharma practitioners clad in Yin-Yang Dao robes.

"Teacher Dharma Ancestor"

The Dharma practitioners looked around blankly, then fixed their gazes on the mystic-robed figure before the thatched hut, hurriedly bowing with reverent expressions.

"Teacher!"

The leading elder stepped forward, performed a respectful salute, and said: "Welcome the teacher's emergence from seclusion!"

"Hmm."

Feng Yi glanced at that figure, his tone indifferent: "Meng Ze, notify everyone: all Dharma practitioners are to return to the Primordial Plane."

"Yes, Teacher!"

Although Meng Ze felt the teacher's demeanor and tone today were off, in his heart his teacher was heaven itself, so he dared not be the slightest negligent, quickly saying: "I'll go arrange it right away."

"Hmm."

Feng Yi calmly nodded, pointed a finger, and a divine light entered the other's brow.

Afterwards he said nothing more, moved his feet, and his figure vanished once again.

"Seeing off the Teacher!"

After regaining his composure, Meng Ze respectfully performed a salute.

Afterwards, while digesting the information his teacher had given him, he began arranging for the millions of Dharma practitioners who had originally followed his teacher out of the Primordial Plane into this Degenerate Land to return to the Primordial Plane.

Holy Hall, a special place within the Primordial Plane.

After the first God-Demon War, one of the Four Supreme Ones fell; the remaining three were severely wounded and urgently needed closed-door healing, so they established the Holy Hall as the authority of the Primordial Human Race.

To some extent, the Holy Hall's edicts represent the will of the Human Race's Four Supreme Ones, thus the Holy Hall can also be called a sacred land of the Primordial Human Race.

The Holy Mountain where the Holy Hall stands is a towering peak thousands of zhang high, its summit a flat expanse of several thousand square meters.

And the sacred land of the Primordial Human Race, the Holy Hall, lies on that flat ground atop the peak, a magnificent structure built purely of massive stones.

In the void above the Holy Hall, heaven and earth shifted; Feng Yi's figure appeared, his gaze indifferent as he looked down at the ancient palace.

At that moment, cross-legged on the square before the palace were cultivating martial artists; some were cultivators who had hit a bottleneck and chosen to painstakingly train in the Holy Hall, others were those who had just ascended from the myriad planes beneath the Primordial Realm.

As a sacred land of humanity, beneath the Holy Hall the palace is inscribed with countless martial arts techniques, the crystallized wisdom of the Primordial Human Race over hundreds of millions of years.

In order to accommodate cultivators ascending from other realms, the Holy Hall specially permits newly ascended cultivators to train here for three years, to comprehend the many martial arts recorded within.

Feng Yi paid no attention to these cultivating figures, instead looking directly into the Holy Hall.

His eyes brightened slightly; countless streams of information flowed in the depths of his gaze—namely, the many martial arts techniques within the Holy Hall.

Of course, given his current state of harmony with the Great Dao and his Supreme God realm, these martial arts have little effect on him; they merely allow him to understand this world's martial way more thoroughly, adding a bit to his own martial cultivation.

Feng Yi mainly focused his gaze on two special martial arts: the "Nine Revolutions Life and Death Mystic Art" and the "Intention Sword Body Grand Method".

The original protagonist of this world's fate line, Feng Yun Wuji, relied on these two martial arts to ultimately become the Triune God.

Om

As the information flowed beneath his eyes, Feng Yi's aura began to change.

Endless vitality and death circulated within his body, continuously cycling, as if his whole being were constantly undergoing the cycle of life and death—precisely the life-death qi unique to the Nine Revolutions Life and Death Mystic Art.

First turn, second turn, third turn.

For others, achieving the Nine Revolutions Life and Death Mystic Art requires nine deaths and one life, but in an instant Feng Yi cultivated it to the highest level, integrating it with his insight, directly transcending its original scope and ascending to a new level.

Ding dong

A melodious, pleasing zither tone rang out, like the sound of the Great Dao, linking the life-and-death Dao between heaven and earth, winding around Feng Yi's side.

From the information obtained from Fu Huang, the two incomplete zither techniques that embody the way of life and death surfaced in Feng Yi's mind; using the Nine Revolutions Life and Death Mystic Art as nourishment, they began to be continually perfected.

For Feng Yi now, the Nine Revolutions Life and Death Mystic Art is actually not very important; he mainly aims to perfect this method of the life-and-death Dao formed from external information originating from the Other Shore.

At the same time, a river of fate appeared in Feng Yi's eyes, splitting into countless tributaries, each bearing his own likeness.

At this moment, relying on his position as Supreme God who governs the fate law of this world, his direct likeness spread throughout the entire river of fate, as if countless past and future versions of him joined together to deduce this entirely new technique.

It seemed like an instant, yet also like endless ages; all the figures in Feng Yi's eyes merged into one, directly merging into his mind.

In a moment, boundless insight flooded his mind; the new technique he deduced instantly took form, reaching a new level.

Om

Endless black and white light points appeared in the void; the most flourishing vitality and the most profound death intent constantly intertwined, achieving a perfect balance and forming an illusory life-and-death wheel.

"For this universe, life-and-death balance is also part of the balance law."

Looking at the Wheel of Life and Death before Feng Yi, sensing the change of qi within Feng Yi's body, Feng Yi gained a hint of a completely new insight into the balance law of this realm.

At the same time, he vaguely felt that he was about to condense a new divinity, a special divinity containing the laws of life and death.

However, after sensing this, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and the illusory wheel of life and death directly merged into his body, turning into the power of a somewhat unfamiliar system, and he did not choose to condense a new divinity.

Without thoroughly studying the balance law of this realm and truly mastering it, Feng Yi would not lightly allow himself to condense a second divinity.

Otherwise, facing only the balance law that maintains the instinct of cosmic operation, he would likely suffer the same treatment as the Fourteenth Chief God of this realm.

After doing all this, Feng Yi's gaze shifted slightly, looking toward the deepest part beneath the Holy Hall, penetrating the spatial barrier, he saw a special small world and a figure guarded by the power of the Holy Beast White Tiger.

One of the Four Supremes, the White Tiger Supreme!

The moment this thought arose in his mind, Feng Yi's figure directly entered the small world beneath the Holy Hall.

At the same time, countless figures rose and fell in the depths of his gaze, continually deducing this special martial art, the Will Sword Body Grand Method.

The next moment, the information at the bottom of his eyes merged, the Will Sword Body Grand Method was innovated anew, reaching a level far surpassing the original; two figures emerged from his body and rushed straight into the distance—one heading to Jiuyi, the resting place of the Black Tortoise, the other to the Nether Realm, the resting place of the Vermilion Bird.

In the small world beneath the Holy Hall, the deepest part is an ordinary small door; behind it lies a dark place rich with the power of the White Tiger Holy Beast.

Before the small door, there is an azure-green set of steps, upon which sits an old man with both hands and feet bound by iron chains, seemingly the guardian of the White Tiger Supreme's resting place.

At that moment, the old man seemed to sense something and subconsciously 'looked' ahead.

Sometime later, a figure with an inscrutable aura to the extreme appeared before him, yet he, as the strongest beneath the Supremes and even the master of the 'world' key to becoming a Supreme, noticed nothing at all.

However, the old man showed no panic; instead, he immediately bowed and spoke with excitement: "Greetings, Chief God Fuxi!"

"Hn."

Feng Yi merely nodded calmly and said, "I have come to help heal the White Tiger's previous wounds."

His voice was utterly cold, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Feng Yi vaguely understood in his heart that this was a manifestation of the growing severity of the influence of the Chief God's position upon him.

However, with the Heaven-Treading Death Bridge and the Chaos Green Lotus suppressing himself, Feng Yi felt he could still hold on for the time being and had no excessive worry.

"Yes, thank you, Chief God Fuxi!"

Upon hearing Feng Yi's words, the old man hastily bowed and cleared the path, daring not to obstruct in the slightest.

Feng Yi also paid no heed to him, took a step forward, directly entered the world beyond the door, and saw the scene beyond.

This is a not-large space, in the middle of which lies a white jade coffin over a zhang in length, within which lies a man clad in white robes, his skin pallid.

This man is precisely one of the Four Supremes of the Primeval Era, the White Tiger Supreme whose power harmonizes with that of the Holy Beast White Tiger.

After sizing up the White Tiger Supreme for a moment, sensing the technique circulating within him, Feng Yi's inner breath shifted slightly, thoughts of life and death continually intertwining, forming the cycle of life and death.

Ding.

A mysterious zither tone sounded; Feng Yi pointed with his hand, and a strand of divine light, an endlessly entwined black-white yin-yang fish, directly merged into the White Tiger's body.

The black-white yin-yang fish, as if embodying the Way of Life and Death, stirred the vibrations of the life-and-death law between heaven and earth, forming a black-and-white scroll beside the White Tiger, where endless vitality and death intent achieved perfect balance.

In an instant, the residual Chief God power of countless ages within the White Tiger Supreme was swiftly exhausted; simultaneously, boundless vitality rapidly flowed into his body, allowing his wounds to heal at a visible speed.

Hum.

After a moment, the White Tiger Supreme's aura shifted, and he abruptly opened his eyes,.

At this time his aura was exuberantly vigorous, with not a trace of weakness, and it exuded endless slaughtering and lethal qi.

Obviously, for Feng Yi, who has now attained the position of Chief God, resolving the minor injuries on a Supreme's body is not particularly difficult.

"Forefather."

The moment he opened his eyes, the White Tiger Supreme's gaze was instantly drawn to the familiar figure before him.

But before his words faded, he seemed to sense something, his eyes widened instantly, disbelief flashing in his gaze as he said, "Chief God."

Having said that, the White Tiger Supreme suddenly sat up, carefully examined the figure before him for a moment, then fixed his gaze on the other's brow, feeling the familiar rhombic crystal that made him tremble, and quavered: "Forefather, have you succeeded? Have you now attained the position of Chief God?"

"Hn."

Feng Yi nodded calmly.

'This'

Seeing the figure before him nod, thoroughly confirming his suspicion, the White Tiger Supreme froze on the spot, his mind holding only one thought:

How many years did I slumber this time while healing my wounds?

Does the Primeval Era still exist?

Indeed, the scene before me is too dreamlike!

Before slumbering, the White Tiger Supreme had merely thought of letting the Holy Hall spare no expense to cultivate a new Supreme, hoping that in the Second God-Demon War he could take Xuanyuan's place, set up the Four Symbols Grand Formation, and guard the Primeval Era.

But who would have known that upon awakening, he would not know whether any Supremes had appeared, yet a Chief God above the Supremes had directly manifested.

This surprise was a bit too great, leaving him momentarily unable to believe it.

After glancing at the White Tiger Supreme, Feng Yi flicked his finger, and a strand of divine light directly merged into his brow, containing the recent events.

The White Tiger Supreme stood dazed, continually digesting the information contained in the divine light.

After a moment, his gaze dazedly fixed on the figure before him, he subconsciously muttered: "Not only have you attained the Chief God's position, but you have also slain a Dark Chief God and established a brand-new cultivation system."

After a good while, he finally came to himself, murmuring: "The Primeval Era has finally escaped the fate of destruction; humanity finally need not look upon the faces of gods and demons."

Having said that, he subconsciously performed a great salute toward the figure before him: "Gongsun greets Chief God Fuxi!"

"No need for that."

Feng Yi casually flicked his sleeve, a gentle force lifting the White Tiger up, which even his Supreme-level strength could not stop.

'Indeed a Chief God'

This thought arose in his heart, and the White Tiger Supreme's face involuntarily showed irrepressible joy.

Humanity has produced its own Chief God!

And a mighty Chief God capable of slaying the remaining Chief Gods!

At that moment, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and he subconsciously looked toward the distance.

All he saw were two strands of divine light of differing colors slicing through the void, heading toward the Holy Hall.

"They are the Vermilion Bird and the Black Tortoise."

Sensing those two familiar auras, the White Tiger Supreme said, "It seems they have also fully recovered."

"Let's go and see them."

The moment his words fell, Feng Yi's figure vanished from the spot.

Seeing this, the White Tiger Supreme hurriedly followed his steps, also disappearing from the spot.

The next moment, Feng Yi's figure appeared in the void above the Holy Hall, looking toward the four arriving figures.

Hum

Two of those figures looked exactly like Feng Yi; they were the avatars he had previously sent out to help the Black Tortoise and Vermilion Bird recover from their injuries.

After glancing at Feng Yi, the two figures directly returned to his body and merged with him.

"Thank you, Supreme God Fuxi, for your help!"

Seeing this, the other male and female figures hurriedly bowed to Feng Yi.

Especially the female figure, who at this moment wore an expression of utter disbelief; she was the Vermilion Bird Supreme, and also the true form of the Azure Supreme.

Thinking back to how they had just met not long ago, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, this Forefather had directly attained the position of Supreme God?

All of this seemed like a dream.

"Being of the same human race, no need for excessive courtesy."

After saying that, Feng Yi looked into the distance and calmly said, "The Primeval Human Race is going to change!"

"Indeed."

The three Supremes nodded in unison.

With the emergence of their own Supreme God, the Primeval Human Race no longer needed to look to the faces of gods and demons, and could freely spread human martial arts throughout the billions of worlds beyond the Primeval era.

With thoughts turning in their hearts, the three simultaneously gazed into the distance.

Gazing at the countless divine lights, like a torrential flood, converging toward the direction of the Holy Mountain, the three seemed to see the scene of the Primeval Human Race flourishing.

(End of chapter)