Chapter 4: Heaven Stele Mystic Law: The Anomaly of the Yellow Clay Altar

Heaven Stele.

It is the condensed embodiment of the Great Dao law of the Nine Provinces' rulers, and also a signpost guiding the trap they set for the heavenly rulers.

There are nine faces in total, and the face before Feng Yi is the Heaven Stele that suppresses the Yellow River.

Several prehistoric civilizations ago, in the battle between the Nine Provinces Dragon Clan and the Otherworld, the Primordial Ancestor Dragon, unwilling to spare any cost, summoned this Heaven Stele to counter the Otherworld's many powerful beings, intending to use this supreme treasure against the strong foe.

But unfortunately, the Otherworld also has experts.

They used forbidden arts to deceive heaven and hide the Dao, borrowing the power of the Karmic Great Dao, and turned the Heaven Stele summoned by the Primordial Ancestor Dragon against them to suppress their side.

After that, the Primordial Ancestor Dragon fell and transformed into the source of life for the Nine Provinces, the Yellow River.

And the Heaven Stele was likewise suppressed upon the Yellow River.

The part of this Heaven Stele before Feng Yi that lies hidden beneath the riverbed bears the characters 'Yellow River'; together they read 'Eternal Suppression of the Yellow River'.

As his thoughts turned, he came before the Heaven Stele, placed his palm upon this ancient stele, and slowly rubbed its mysterious patterns.

Hum

It seemed to sense something, and the Heaven Stele suddenly blazed with brilliant light.

A vast, ancient, mighty aura surged over him, plunging Feng Yi's mind and spirit into a daze.

"This is."

A low voice sounded, as if sensing something; he reached out, and an ancient, exquisite Yellow Clay Altar appeared before him, emitting a faint mysterious qi that enveloped the Heaven Stele before him.

Boom

The Heaven Stele shook violently, ever more splendid light rose from the ancient tablet, forming an extraordinarily strange pattern.

It was a grim scene like the end of the world: above the heavens, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared; on the earth, mountains split, lava surged; in the sea, tsunamis rolled—like a natural disaster.

"Hum, gee, ah, roar, moo, hai, noise, tao!"

When the Heaven Stele underwent an anomaly, Feng Yi instinctively united his mind and spirit with the Yellow Clay Terrace before him, activating the Primordial Eight Tones within.

The Primordial tones were like the first sound when the universe opened, carrying the intent to split heaven and earth, and they instantly resonated with the Heaven Stele before him.

The next moment, the pattern on the Heaven Stele began to change; its image reorganized and evolved, ultimately forming an ancient and intricate engraving.

The lines on the engraving, thread after thread of Dao resonance, were like the imprint of the Great Dao left by a supreme being, recounting his insights, his Great Dao, and his laws.

Upon seeing this ancient engraving, Feng Yi's mind and spirit thundered, as if he beheld the Primordial Great Dao of his current cultivation method.

Countless insights rose in his heart; his cultivation method automatically began to supplement and perfect itself according to this ancient engraving.

As his cultivation method perfected, Feng Yi's qi also began to undergo tremendous change.

"Hum, gee, ah, roar, moo, hai, noise, tao!"

But just then, before Feng Yi could actively activate it, the Yellow Clay Altar flew straight to his head, pouring down purplish‑white holy light that continually merged into his body, restoring his qi to its former state.

At the same time, the Primordial Eight Tones sounded, resonating with his mind and spirit, placing his soul in a kind of emptiness where he faintly grasped a trace of the Great Dao of Change, Chaos Taiji, and the Primordial Truth of Yin Yang Trigrams.

With his realization of the truth contained in the Yellow Clay Altar, Feng Yi's cultivation path shifted again—not following the engraving's changes but undergoing a fresh adjustment that overlapped with, yet subtly differed from, the path of the ancient engraving on the Heaven Stele, making it ever more suited to his nature and constitution.

Countless black and white light points appeared at his side; yin‑yang lines continually combined and shifted, forming various prior‑heaven trigrams that encompassed all things, seeming to be the embodiment of the Great Dao of Change, representing the principle of transformation for all things.

As Feng Yi underwent these changes, Xiao Chen stared at the scene before him, his face full of shock and his eyes showing a hint of bewilderment.

He had not never seen a Heaven Stele before; he had even successfully cultivated a Heaven Stele Mystic Technique from it.

But what is this myth‑like brilliant scene before our eyes?

How could it be that whenever I had seen the Heaven Stele before, nothing ever happened, yet as soon as Brother Feng arrived, it seemed to awaken the Heaven Stele directly?

"Could it be that the so‑called fated one of the Heaven Stele, as spoken by Brother Feng, is a fake?"

At this moment he felt the irritating sense of being outdone by others.

At the same time, Xiao Chen involuntarily turned his gaze to the Yellow Clay Altar above Feng Yi's head, his eyes clouded with uncertainty.

In a daze, he seemed to see a towering yet hazy illusory figure, its surroundings flowing with the forms of the Dao of Change Taiji and the trigrams.

But the next moment, that illusory figure vanished outright, as if it had been merely his hallucination.

"Hum, gee, ah, roar, moo, hai, noise, tao!"

Before Xiao Chen could ponder whether that illusory figure was real or fake, the Primordial Eight Tones sounded in his ears, plunging him too into a state akin to enlightenment.

The Heaven Stele Mystic Law operating within him made Xiao Chen's qi and the ancient engraving on the Heaven Stele seem to form a single whole.

Time flowed slowly; no one would have guessed that, in the depths of the surging Yellow River, two figures were actually immersed in cultivation.

After an unknown span, the light on the Heaven Stele gradually dimmed, and the Primordial Eight Tones faded away.

Hum

A humming sound rang out; Feng Yi opened his eyes, and like a flashing blade, instantly illuminated the dark riverbed.

At the same time, the countless black and white light points around him instantly gathered into his body, and the various prior‑heaven trigrams formed by the yin‑yang lines disappeared.

He reached out, and the Yellow Clay Altar settled back into his hand.

At this point his cultivation method had not only been supplemented and perfected, but also adjusted and improved according to his own condition, making it ever more suited to him.

Yet what is puzzling is that his qi remains exactly as before, having never truly broken through to a new realm.

However, Feng Yi's face showed no trace of disappointment; instead, as he looked at the Yellow Clay Altar in his hand, his eyes held a thoughtful glint.

From his earlier insights, his spiritual sense had picked up on something, making clear why he could not break through.

Besides being a transmigrator whose body cannot truly conform to the primordial rules of this world's heavens,

more importantly, he has not yet truly merged with a certain power contained within the Yellow Clay Altar.

No, it is not power.

Or perhaps it is some kind of rank, concept, or primordial entity.

This is a matter of utmost importance for his future.

Therefore, Feng Yi's own innate spiritual light also instinctively blocks his breakthrough.

Rubbing the Yellow Clay Altar in his hand, countless thoughts surged in his heart, eventually converging into a name:

Fuxi!

Not knowing how much time had passed, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and he looked toward Xiao Chen beside him.

Sensing that Xiao Chen was about to finish his comprehension, his heart stirred, and the Yellow Mud Altar in his hand merged into his body.

At this moment, he not only understood why he could not break through, but also, in his previous comprehension, he had deduced what he needed to do next.

All of this still required the aid of the mysterious object in his own spiritual world that had enabled his crossing to be completed.

(End of Chapter)