Chapter 222: Natural City: Fuxi Who Never Kneels in the World

This is a stretch of divine gold vein resembling a mountain range, like a giant dragon extending straight into the depths underground.

Along this divine gold vein downward, the path is littered with various bones—human, god-demon, the Demon Race, even dragon race and kun race.

The entire divine gold vein is like an abyss that devours everything.

Thud thud thud

Just then, a series of footsteps sounded, two figures approached from afar and entered the divine gold vein.

Among them, one wore a billowing dark robe, the other had white hair and an elegant scholarly air—these were Feng Yi and Feng Xiaozhong.

"Huh"

Upon entering the divine gold vein, Feng Xiaozhong's eyes flickered slightly, and he involuntarily let out a sound of surprise.

He was not surprised by the dense bones ahead, but faintly sensed that he seemed to have entered a new realm.

He glanced at the surrounding divine gold vein, reached out, and a piece of divine gold rose into the air, flying straight into his hand.

After examining it closely, he found that the totem patterns and spiritual power in this piece of divine gold had almost completely vanished, as if something had devoured them.

He looked around, then fixed his gaze on the dark-robed figure beside him, suppressing the deep urge to dissect and study that figure, and said respectfully: "Ancestor, this divine gold vein seems off; if I'm not mistaken, we may have entered a special space."

Feng Yi paid no heed to the madness in Feng Xiaozhong's eyes; with his cultivation and strength, he could easily suppress him.

Feng Xiaozhong is a sane madman; without absolute certainty, he would never dare to act rashly.

Gazing at the distant mountains, Feng Yi said calmly: "Exactly, we have entered the primordial spirit secret realm of a god-demon."

"God-demon's secret realm"

Feng Xiaozhong turned his gaze to the divine gold vein that seemed like a real world, casually tossed the divine gold in his hand aside, and a barely concealed excitement flickered in his eyes.

At that moment, a mysterious fluctuation flowed around them, and both stopped in their tracks.

Feng Xiaozhong reached out to sense the surrounding changes in law, the corners of his mouth twitched up, and he murmured: "Surely it is a god-demon's primordial spirit secret realm—interesting!"

Feng Yi ignored Feng Xiaozhong's actions and instead looked straight ahead.

Suddenly, an ancient city appeared before them, simple and mysterious, surrounded by endless vines, like a forest city.

The city gate was a massive skull, with tooth-like stones forming an opening that could be opened up and down.

Beneath the mountains surrounding the ancient city stood four colossal pillars that supported the city and the surrounding mountains.

More importantly, the two front pillars were shaped like arms, while the two rear pillars resembled legs.

The entire ancient city and its surrounding mountains resembled an enormous stone giant.

"This is."

Looking at the somewhat eerie ancient city ahead, Feng Xiaozhong's eyes grew a bit fiery, and he muttered: "What a peculiar city!"

"That is not a city."

Feng Yi gazed coldly at the ancient city ahead and said calmly: "That is a god-demon who has become a mountain range, and moreover a first-generation offspring possessing half of the primordial god-demon bloodline; we have now entered his primordial spirit secret realm."

"First-generation offspring with primordial god-demon bloodline"

Saying this unconsciously, Feng Xiaozhong's eyes grew ever hotter, as if he were looking at a delicious feast.

"Natural."

Looking at the two exceedingly ancient primordial god-demon inscriptions above the city gate, Feng Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of cold light as he stepped toward the gate of the Natural City.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaozhong temporarily restrained the fire in his eyes, hurriedly followed, and felt no worry about any danger.

He even felt that the god-demon before him was somewhat dangerous.

Within the Natural City, all buildings were covered by lush vines, making their concrete shapes hardly visible.

The figures of Feng Yi and Feng Xiaozhong walked through this vine-filled ancient city, as if entering a land of life.

"Hum"

After the two entered the ancient city, a giant eyeball rose from the city gate, its eyeball rolling as it gazed at their backs, emitting a low laugh: "Fuxi? Hehe, I didn't expect Fuxi to still exist in this world."

As they walked, Feng Xiaozhong seemed to sense something, and the corners of his mouth twitched up.

Glancing at the dark-robed figure beside him, whose aura grew more terrifying with each step, he temporarily suppressed his inner madness, becoming refined and tranquil.

At the heart of the ancient city, all buildings had vanished, leaving only a clear expanse of a hundred li radius, covered by a net woven from vines, from which continual clanging sounds emanated.

Calmly observing the vines before him, Feng Yi's internal qi shifted slightly.

"Whoosh"

A wind rose, a slender breeze swirling, lifting the vine-woven net to reveal the scene below.

"Bones!"

"Fuxi clan's bones!"

Beneath the vines lay a huge bone pit, containing an unknown number of Fuxi clan bones buried.

These bones seemed unaware they were dead, still crawling upward incessantly, trying to escape the pit.

However, above the pit there was a transparent barrier firmly blocking their steps.

The bones continually struck the barrier that restrained them, producing resonant, powerful sounds, like the Fuxi clan's unyielding cry.

But all of this was deliberately done by the master of this place.

He was toying with the souls of the Fuxi clan, denying them peace even after death.

And as the wind sounded, all the Fuxi clan bones below seemed to sense something, falling silent and turning their gaze toward Feng Yi.

"Ancestor."

"Hum"

Feng Yi's heart and spirit stirred slightly, and a series of solemn images appeared before him.

It was a post-battle wasteland, corpses strewn everywhere, with wolf smoke rising everywhere.

It was the final battle after the Fuxi clan fled to the ancestral star.

One after another, Fuxi clan god-demons fought desperately, yet could not change their ultimate fate.

Above the high heavens, six paths of reincarnation turned, and great hands that covered the sky fell, slaying the gods and demons of the Fuxi clan.

Fuxi!

Mighty and cold voices rang from above the high heavens: "Your clan's bloodline is severed; do not resist any longer!"

The Earth Chronicle Era has ended; your Fuxi clan ruled the universe for millions of years, now it is wholly history—lay down your weapons and kneel!

Your race has been defeated; from now on there will be no Fuxi!

Kneel, and you may yet become humanity, proliferate without worry—we will not consume you all.

The defeated ought to kneel!

Kneel!

Mighty voices rang out endlessly, carrying an aura that made souls tremble, continually crushing the wills of many Fuxi gods and demons, forcing them to submit.

Yet the Fuxi clan's gods and demons on the battlefield uttered no sound, nor did any lay down their weapons; they all fought desperately, bloodied.

One by one, the Fuxi clan's gods and demons fell, until only a single woman remained, surrounded by overwhelming foes.

Above the high heavens, the mighty voice boomed again:

Kneel!

The Three Thousand Six Dao Realms have no Fuxi left; as the last Fuxi, if you kneel you may live!

The Fuxi clan woman lifted her head, a disdainful cold smile on her lips, and said: "Do you see that I have legs?"

The instant her words fell, the woman fearlessly charged toward the figure above the high heavens, shouting fiercely: "In this world there is no kneeling Fuxi; those who kneel are not Fuxi!"

Boom—

A finger fell, the woman's skull exploded, and her corpse crashed into the dust.

The scene ends here.

Beside the corpse pit, Feng Xiaozhong surveyed the many bones, his heart suddenly trembling, and he instinctively glanced at the figure beside him.

At that moment, he felt the Xi Huang ancestor beside him turn extraordinarily terrifying.

Hum

A mysterious fluctuation arose, and radiant Six Paths light wheels appeared in heaven and earth, forming a perfect positive-negative Six Paths of Reincarnation system that enveloped the corpse pit below.

The barrier vanished silently, and the corpses of the Fuxi clan fell into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

As the positive-negative Six Paths of Reincarnation turned, souls of the Fuxi clan appeared, bowing respectfully to Feng Yi before vanishing into the Six Paths light wheels.

Afterward, the Six Paths light wheels returned into Feng Yi's body and disappeared.

Having done all this, Feng Yi lightly lifted his foot and set it down again.

Crack—

A vast crack of unknown length suddenly split, cleaving the entire ancient city in two.

Ah!

An earth-shaking wail rang out, and the whole Nature City, together with the surrounding mountains, heaved upward with a thunderous roar, forming a giant figure—the very being who led the slaughter of the Fuxi clan on the Ancestral Star, a first-generation offspring of an innate god-demon, the Nature Old Ancestor.

It was he who trapped the souls of the Fuxi clan within his own Six Paths of Reincarnation, so that after death they could find no peace.

Feng Yi gazed coldly at the Nature Old Ancestor, now nearly split in two; his inner qi shifted, and a mighty qi surged skyward.

On the other side, the Nature Old Ancestor looked at the two tiny figures before him and snarled: "You insignificant Fuxi remnants dare to wound me—I will devour you and imprison you forever in my Six Paths of Reincarnation, never to be reborn."

Whoosh!

Before his words faded, a low, desolate wind rose, carrying a touch of bleak grandeur, like the war song of the Fuxi clan.

At the same time, a tremendous qi rose, causing his face to freeze slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Impossible—how can such a mighty Fuxi still exist in this world?"

Before the Nature Old Ancestor's words finished, a wind that seemed able to end all things howled past.

In an instant, his body began to rot slowly, as if an eternity had passed in a moment, reaching his end.

Moreover, the decay started at his feet and spread bit by bit to his crown.

His will was crystal clear; he could keenly feel his own gradual decay, yet could not move at all, only sensing endless dread.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

After who knows how long, the Nature Old Ancestor completely rotted to ash.

But just then, two radiant light wheels appeared, forming a spacetime cycle; the Nature Old Ancestor instantly returned to his original state, as if undergoing a rebirth.

The wind rose, and he once again faintly sensed his own slow decay.

Hum

Feng Yi reached out, and the spacetime cycle formed by the two light wheels fell into his hand, within which the Nature Old Ancestor endured endless rebirths.

He glanced at Feng Xiaozhong beside him, then Feng Yi casually tossed the light wheel in his hand over, saying lightly: "He is yours now; you may study him as you wish, but you must not let him die completely."

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Feng Xiaozhong's eyes shone brightly; he quickly took the light wheel sealing the Nature Old Ancestor and smiled: "Thank you, ancestor; rest assured, in my hands he will find death difficult."

After speaking, he gazed with fiery eyes at the Nature Old Ancestor sealed within the light wheel, the corner of his mouth twitching into a perverse smile.

Having done all this, Feng Yi no longer paid any heed to the Nature Old Ancestor.

Believing that in the hands of Feng Xiaozhong, that mad scientist, the Nature Old Ancestor's future would be infinitely worse than death, this also counts as vengeance for the Fuxi clan's descendants.

His thoughts turned; gazing at the mountains ahead, Feng Yi's mind once again filled with scenes of the Fuxi clan's peoples battling.

Ah!

He let out a faint sigh, waved his hand, and the mountains before him rose, forming an ancient, towering tombstone.

Having done all this, Feng Yi turned and departed from the place.

The ancestral star affair is settled; it's also time to head to the Purple Micro Star Field and make those enemies of the Fuxi clan pay the price.

Feng Xiaozhong, seeing this, hurriedly followed.

He no longer objects to staying by the side of this forefather Fuxi; at least for now, he can obtain many immensely powerful research materials, and naturally, this ancestor, the offspring of the innate god-demon, serves as an example.

The two figures disappeared into the distance, leaving only a tall tombstone standing here, indicating that there was once a tragic past here.

(End of chapter)