Chapter 25: The Ritual Magic with a Mismatched Art Style

In the living room, at this moment only Feng Yi remained.

The psychological alchemy society's psychologist finished today's lesson, then asked Feng Yi for some information on the nobles before taking his leave.

At this moment Feng Yi stood in the room, with a candle placed on the table before him, and a gold coin placed in front of the candle.

He wanted to test one of this world's most basic occult knowledges, ritual magic.

In this universe, although the cultivation system is not self-cultivation but rather contains the various authorities of the primordial creator, it has many flaws and is not as perfect as the autonomous cultivation system of the Longevity Realm.

Nevertheless, in this world's occult knowledge, the use of external objects has become highly developed.

Even when one is low-ranked and not strong enough, one can still invoke external power through ritual magic.

Moreover, this realm has a Church and orthodox gods who control various authorities and rules, often manifesting divine signs, which makes this ritual magic even more deeply ingrained.

Of course, if one doesn't care about dying, one can also pray to evil gods, though the outcome usually won't be good.

And now, Feng Yi wants to try this world's ritual magic, testing a certain idea of his.

Of course, he does not need to pray to external true gods or evil gods.

Because he possesses a natal item, a divine artifact far stronger than himself by unknown multiples—the Yellow Earth Altar.

This divine artifact is too powerful, while his own strength is too weak, so previously he could not truly activate it, only able to simply draw upon a trace of its power contained within.

Now, by relying on this world's relatively perfected ritual magic that leans toward invoking external power, he might be able to draw forth some of the Yellow Earth Altar's power.

Thinking of these, Feng Yi began preparing for the ritual.

This world has an organization called the Mo Si Ascetic Society, which believes that all things are numbers and every number possesses spirituality.

This cognition is also applied in ritual magic, where: 0 represents the unknown, representing Chaos, symbolizing the state before the world's birth; 1 represents the beginning, symbolizing the primordial creator; 2 represents the various great spirits that control the primordial creator's authorities; 3 represents all things and living beings.

Normally, when performing ritual magic to beseech spirits for power, one lights three candles, two symbolizing the spirits and the third symbolizing oneself.

Moreover, to better please the spirits and gain power from them, the two candles symbolizing the spirits are best made of specially crafted candles.

However, for Feng Yi, naturally there's no need for such trouble.

Because the ritual magic he is about to perform essentially amounts to asking his natal item for power, with no need to please anything external.

'Ritual magic requires a clean, undisturbed spiritual environment; ordinary extraordinary individuals usually use various items to fill their surroundings with their own spiritual power, creating a pure spiritual environment, but'

Thinking this, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and an ancient, mysterious Yellow Earth Altar covered in various arcane patterns appeared before him, automatically hovering above the candle on the table.

Without Feng Yi needing to activate it, an illusory Bagua apparition appeared, instantly altering the surrounding environment into a special place.

'In this world, what pure environment could compare to the region radiated by the Yellow Earth Altar at this moment?'

'However, this way, the ritual magic seems to have a rather off artistic style.'

His gaze swept over the ancient Yellow Earth Altar and then over the faintly visible Bagua apparition around him, and Feng Yi's mouth corner couldn't help but twitch.

'Forget it, no need to worry about the artistic style; as long as it works.'

Thinking this, Feng Yi temporarily suppressed his distracting thoughts, and following the ritual magic process, he ignited the candle symbolizing himself with his own spiritual power, scattering some items needed for the ritual.

The next moment, he saw the candle before him ignite directly, flickering with a slightly illusory flame, and forming some kind of spiritual connection with himself.

Gazing at the burning candle, Feng Yi, following the ritual magic process, spoke solemnly:

"I, Fuxi!"

He used not the modern common tongue, but Ancient Hermetic.

This is the language created by Hermes, the great mystic master of the Second Era, which holds special power in the occult field.

Just like the ancient Dragon tongue, Elf tongue, and Giant tongue, they all contain the power to communicate with the cosmos and nature.

Of course, when ordinary extraordinary individuals perform rituals, it's actually best to use the improved Hermetic language.

Because Ancient Hermetic is more tightly linked to all things in nature, for ordinary extraordinary individuals it's easy to pick up impure things, making it more dangerous, which is why Ancient Hermetic was improved.

Of course, for Feng Yi, naturally there's no need to worry about danger; using Ancient Hermetic, such an ancient language close to nature, can also better draw forth the power of the Yellow Earth Altar.

"I summon in my name, Fuxi's."

"An occult altar not belonging to this universe."

"I, Fuxi, need your power."

If an ordinary extraordinary individual saw this extremely casual ritual magic and the incantation Feng Yi uttered, they'd likely think him a clueless outsider, for this could never succeed.

But the moment the incantation left Feng Yi's mouth, the candle before him suddenly flared violently, as if forming a vortex that frenziedly absorbed his inner spiritual power.

And the Yellow Earth Altar upon the candle lit up with a purple-gold divine radiance, pouring down, as if establishing an occult connection with the burning candle.

At the same time, Feng Yi's mind and spirit trembled slightly; the Fuxi aspect and concept he contained vibrated, causing his mind to fall into an ethereal state, vaguely as if through some occult link as a bridge, embraced by an endless sea.

This is an ineffable spiritual current, a vast spiritual power far beyond Feng Yi's own imagination, like an endless sea of spirituality.

But it has no independent consciousness, only a certain instinct, very affectionate toward Feng Yi's spirituality, full of filial fondness, embracing his mind and spirit like a kitten constantly rubbing against his hands and feet.

A piece of information emerged from this spiritual current, merging into Feng Yi's mind and spirit, seeming to be a certain request.

Following the feeling in his heart, Feng Yi united with his own Fuxi aspect and agreed to this request.

Hum

In an instant, the Yellow Earth Altar blazed with light, strands of purple-gold radiance emerging from it and merging into the gold coin below.

At the same time, sets of yin-yang lines forming primordial trigrams appeared, continually imprinting onto the gold coin, forming mysterious patterns upon it.

But in just a moment, Feng Yi's mind and spirit began to tremble incessantly, feeling as if his mind and spirit were about to be exhausted.

Sensing his own change, Feng Yi did not hesitate, directly severing the connection with that spiritual current and gathering his mind and spirit.

Hum

The Yellow Earth Altar jerked once, flowing with a trace of reluctant spirituality, then returned to calm.

Feng Yi paid no heed to this; at this moment his head felt like it would split, as if he were about to fall asleep instantly the next moment.

'The consumption of mind and spirit is too great!'

This thought arose in his mind, and Feng Yi instantly gathered his scattered thoughts, entered meditation, and restored his spirit.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yi slowly opened his eyes and gently exhaled.

At this moment, a trace of fatigue still lingered in the depths of his eyes, but he no longer had the feeling that he could fall asleep at any moment.

"Hah, indeed, my current strength is still too weak; even borrowing the power of the Yellow Mud Altar through the ritual, I still find it somewhat strained, I must pay attention to this in the future."

"But it's fine, this time the goal has been achieved."

Thinking this, Feng Yi turned his gaze to the coin before him.

At this moment, this coin could no longer be called a coin; it was a small eight-trigram gold piece engraved with countless mysterious patterns, carrying a sense of illusory uncertainty about fate.

He picked up the coin, closed his eyes, and sensed the power contained within.

Moments later, Feng Yi casually tossed it out, and countless trigrams flowed before him, bringing a satisfied smile to his face.

Just from this one mismatched-ritual magic, the coin absorbed the power of the Yellow Mud Altar, as if it had been placed together for a long time, now able to assist Feng Yi in simple divination and deduction.

That way, the next time he divines, he will have a handy tool.

More importantly, this is still just a test.

If this method actually works, then many of the subsequent plans can be carried out.

"Sealed Item 0-08, Alesu Huode's Brush, or rather, the extraordinary characteristic of the Audience Pathway Sequence 1 Writer."

With thoughts turning in his heart, Feng Yi gazed into the distance with deep eyes, as if penetrating time and space, and saw what appeared to be an ordinary feather pen.

At the same time, the tossed coin landed completely, forming a mysterious trigram.

(End of Chapter)