Chapter 6: and translation of chapter title

After the two returned to the shore, Xiao Chen glanced at the surging, mighty river and couldn't help exclaiming: "I really don't know what secret is hidden within this ten-thousand-li Yellow River, actually being suppressed by such a miraculous heavenly stele!"

Suppressed?

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Feng Yi's eyes flashed with an inexplicable hue, he murmured: "It is both a suppression and a guard of this Yellow River, guarding the seal of the Nine Provinces!"

From his previous insights, Feng Yi already understood; perhaps at the very beginning of several pre-civilization eras, this heavenly stele, due to the forbidden arts of another world and the way of cause and effect, reversed the connection, indeed suppressing the Yellow River transformed from the Primordial Ancestor Dragon.

However, in the many civilizations thereafter, this heavenly stele had been roughly studied by the ancestral gods of the Nine Provinces, and they used means to alter some of its details.

Now the Yellow River heavenly stele is not only suppressing the Yellow River, but also guarding the inheritance of the Primordial Ancestor Dragon, and has become part of the current Nine Provinces seal.

The current Nine Provinces is actually not a complete state; not only are mountains and rivers cut up, but they are also scattered into the four realms of Longevity, Curse, Soul, and Cultivation, etc., shrinking considerably; even many spirit veins between heaven and earth are in a sealed state.

Therefore, the current Nine Provinces continent basically belongs to a degenerate age where heavenly and earthly essence is exhausted, making cultivation almost impossible, equivalent to an ordinary ancient martial world lacking supernatural power.

Even the cultivation environments of many immortal islands overseas are countless times stronger than the Nine Provinces continent.

This is also why, as the ancestral land of the four realms, the Nine Provinces continent now rarely sees true cultivators and is still ruled by an ordinary secular dynasty.

"What?"

Xiao Chen's eyes showed a hint of doubt, he instinctively glanced at the tall figure beside him and said: "Wind Elder Brother, what is the Nine Provinces seal?"

Xiao Chen faintly felt that he might have touched upon the secrets hidden in the Nine Provinces continent and the Yellow River heavenly stele; instantly a strong curiosity arose in his heart.

"Nothing."

He waved his hand, Feng Yi also had no intention to explain, casually saying: "Knowing this now is useless; you'll understand naturally in the future; the matter is settled, let's go back."

Saying that, Feng Yi didn't linger there, turned and headed toward Ancestral Dragon Village.

This

Looking at Feng Yi's back, Xiao Chen's face showed a bewildered expression, his heart feeling unsettled.

"Keep talking!"

"Why did it stop?"

Xiao Chen at this moment seemed to have returned to his usual way of interacting with the other person.

This mysterious Wind Elder Brother has profound cultivation, is also well-informed, has told him many secrets, increasing his knowledge and letting him understand many hidden aspects of this world.

But there is one thing: he always likes to speak half-sentences or speak vaguely, making him occasionally frustrated.

If he didn't faintly feel that he wasn't a match for the other, Xiao Chen would really want to give him a good beating to make him speak clearly all at once.

"I remember those street-corner fortune-telling swindlers like to fool people with this sort of ambiguous nonsense."

"Wind Elder Brother is also versed in divination arts; could this be their common ailment?"

He couldn't help but vent a complaint in his heart; seeing the other's figure recede, Xiao Chen quickly gathered his thoughts and caught up.

Ancestral Dragon Village.

A tiny village with only a few dozen households, connected by a yellow-earth road, appearing extremely plain.

But at this moment, under an ancient tree not far from the village entrance, Feng Yi involuntarily stopped his steps.

Previously he knew that this place called Ancestral Dragon Village was actually an extraordinary primordial ancient village originating from the Sole True Realm, but he couldn't see what made it special.

But after his previous insights, his spiritual perception underwent a tremendous transformation, giving him an ineffable affinity and grasp of heavenly secrets and fate, enabling him to faintly sense a special trend and context between heaven and earth.

Therefore, in Feng Yi's eyes, Ancestral Dragon Village is no longer the ordinary village it once seemed, but shows some miraculous aspects, causing his spiritual perception to tremble incessantly.

He lightly touched his brow with a finger; an illusory yin-yang bagua appeared in his pupils; in an instant, the Ancestral Dragon Village before Feng Yi's eyes became incredibly distant.

Clearly he stood before Ancestral Dragon Village, yet it seemed as if he were gazing at this simple little village across endless time and space, the boundless universe.

At this moment, this little village and the whole Nine Provinces seemed to differ by a dimension, existing in a higher state.

More importantly, the whole village faintly contains a heavy, ancient sense of reality, as if it has endured across myriad ages undying.

As the scene before his eyes changed, Feng Yi faintly felt threads of ancient breath flowing from Ancestral Dragon Village, continually merging into his body.

Upon inner reflection, he discovered that this breath was not merging into his body, but into the yellow-earth altar within him.

Afterwards, after passing through the yellow-earth altar as a conduit, this breath dispersed into his flesh, true qi, and spirit, as if refining his foundation.

Although this breath gave no apparent help to his cultivation, Feng Yi felt that his foundation was becoming increasingly substantial.

"This is the breath of the Sole True Realm."

This thought arose in his mind; feeling his own change, Feng Yi instantly understood why the yellow-earth altar, as the original site of Fuxi's transformation, resides in this primordial ancient village, and also why the Primordial Ancestor Dragon originally dwelled here.

Among these heavens, the Sole True Realm is faintly a special world surpassing all worlds, the foundation of all worlds.

Before the primordial era, actually only the Sole True Realm existed as this special world, and it was also the birthplace of most heavenly sovereigns.

As for the myriad heavens and worlds that followed, they were either formed by the Heaven and Earth Great Dao sensing myriad laws and converging to evolve, or were opened up by powerful beings.

Thus, the sovereigns within the Sole True Realm regard the remaining myriad heavens and worlds as illusory realms, see all heavenly beings as livestock, and even use these worlds as fodder to sacrifice and refine the Sole True Realm.

This is also why the sovereigns of the Nine Provinces laid out a plan spanning myriad ages, aiming to exterminate the sovereigns.

And now, due to the layout of the Nine Provinces' sovereigns, the heavenly sovereigns have ceased to exist; only the Sole True Realm is a world where beings of the sovereign realm can truly exist.

Perhaps also for this reason, the breath of the Sole True Realm may confer some special benefit to cultivators.

Although he didn't understand what benefit absorbing this breath might bring, Feng Yi faintly felt that at least for now it was harmless to him.

"I never expected that with the yellow-earth altar on my person, I could still obtain such an opportunity!"

Thinking this, Feng Yi increasingly wanted to truly merge with the status and concept contained in the yellow-earth altar, to fully complete his transformation.

To refuse heaven's gift is to invite disaster.

Since we have already transmigrated, with such a tremendous opportunity before us, Feng Yi naturally will not shrink back.

While Feng Yi was observing Ancestral Dragon Village, Xiao Chen beside him looked doubtfully at his sudden halt and couldn't help asking: "Wind Elder Brother, what's wrong?"

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Feng Yi came to his senses and turned his gaze onto him.

In an instant, Xiao Chen felt a chill in his heart, only sensing that the other's gaze had become distant and profound, with a hint of ethereality, as if everything about him were laid bare.

Before he could regain his composure, a faint, distant voice echoed in Xiao Chen's ear: "Xiao brother, do you know why your village is called Ancestral Dragon Village?"

Upon hearing that, Xiao Chen instinctively replied: "Why?"

Actually, he was also curious; the small village where he lived was clearly ordinary, yet it actually had such a sacred name.

Because a Primordial Ancestor Dragon once lived here, and your village is where the descendants of the Primordial Dragon have dwelt generation after generation, continuing to this day; in other words, you are actually considered a direct descendant of the Primordial Dragon!

Primordial Dragon.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with shock; he instantly thought of some rumor of uncertain truth, subconsciously gazing into the distance, and exclaimed in astonishment, 'Could that legend be true? Is the Yellow River really a transformation of a Primordial Dragon?'

(End of chapter)