Chapter 84: The Aberration of Tongtian Jiaozhu in Kunlun

Thinking of this, Feng Yi's mind involuntarily conjured a special existence in this world—Amitabha Buddha.

However, after a moment's thought in his mind, Feng Yi instantly realized that the Dao of Heart Thought was not the mainstream of this world.

The most important thing in this world is still the system of leaving one's body as a seed left by Number Ten; this is one of the greatest gains from my transmigration this time.

This is a path completely different from the cultivation system of the Realm of Longevity, which can greatly enhance one's insight and accumulation, making one's future path broader.

This is also one of the greatest benefits of transmigrating through the heavens: to witness the cultivation civilizations of different worlds and increase one's foundation and accumulation.

The thoughts of all beings can indeed be studied, but one must not put the cart before the horse.

"Since I've come to these heavens, how could I not study the system of leaving one's body as a seed? For now I can temporarily use this body, but in the future I must still find an opportunity to create a fleshly form that matches myself!"

As this thought arose in his mind, Feng Yi seemed to think of something else; he reached out, and an ancient, illusory book appeared before him.

The book turned its pages without wind, revealing countless scenes, like a phantom world.

Figures rose and fell in that phantom world—monks, Daoists, gods, demons—each occupying a portion of the world within the book, though all were somewhat illusory.

At that moment, gazing at the figures in the book, Feng Yi's mind surfaced with the insight he had just gained upon his body's birth; he unconsciously formed a hand seal and pointed at the book before him.

Hum.

As Feng Yi's hand seal fell, a mysterious ripple rose from the book, secretly aligning with some operational trajectory of heaven and earth, triggering a special change in the rules of heaven and earth.

The next moment, the figures within the book seemed to become lively, establishing a connection with a certain illusory yet real qi that exists in the darkness between heaven and earth.

His mind and spirit merged with the Fuxi mark in his innate spiritual light; the insight of his body's birth surfaced in his mind, and Feng Yi's hand produced an elegant brush, which, following his inner feeling, continuously left characters upon the book.

The characters flowed continuously, carrying a certain rule that turns the illusory into the real, using the figures in the book and some existent qi in heaven and earth that is linked to them and closely matches their qi as a guide, continually gathering this qi and merging it into the figures within the book.

Hum.

In an instant, the figures within the book seemed to come alive, with countless phantoms rising and falling around them, as if beings uttering various prayers had appeared.

These are the ownerless thoughts that exist between heaven and earth; at this moment they continually converge upon the figures in the book and merge into their bodies.

Gazing at this scene, Feng Yi's mind and spirit fully merged into the book, sensing its rule changes and contemplating the mystery of this special power.

Gradually, Feng Yi discovered that among the many figures in the book, the one undergoing the greatest change was a cold, stern youth in green robes.

Behind him floated four sword qi exuding boundless killing intent, linked to a battle diagram, forming a terrifying killing formation.

At this time, as the invisible qi of heaven and earth continually gathered and merged into his body, his figure and breath seemed to be constantly adjusting, gradually conforming to the rules of this world.

"Tongtian Jiaozhu?"

Gazing at this constantly shifting aura, Feng Yi's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "Is it because this world once had a figure similar to him, the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable, so that by borrowing the rules contained in the book at this moment, the heart-mind power of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable has gathered here?"

"But can this even be done?"

"Isn't the Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Realm of Longevity merely a false person born from the thoughts of all beings? Can this even be forcibly linked?"

"Is this virtual-real path of the otherworld trial really so mysterious? Or is there some other reason?"

"Is this the Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Realm of Longevity?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yi unconsciously glanced at the figures of Laozi and Buddha in the book, only to find that although they had undergone some changes, they were nowhere near as tremendous as Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Is it because Laozi and Shakyamuni still exist in this world? Or"

Countless thoughts turned in his mind; Feng Yi at this moment completely focused his mind and spirit on the figure of Tongtian Jiaozhu in the book.

Watching that aura constantly shift, slowly moving from illusory to real, ever more conforming to this world, with his own qi becoming ever more terrifying, the figure of Tongtian Jiaozhu, Feng Yi's eyes grew deeper, and countless information flowed within.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden inexplicable feeling arose in his heart; he unconsciously formed a hand seal and pointed at the book before him.

A soft hum rang out, like a clear, pure sword cry.

The next moment, an extreme killing intent shot up into the sky, instantly sweeping across the whole world.

In an instant, the entire world became solemn and lethal; all beings fell prone to the ground, their minds turned blank, as if their souls had been obliterated by this killing intent.

At the same time, Tongtian Jiaozhu's figure fully solidified; in Feng Yi's deep gaze, he walked straight out of the book, as if stepping from illusion into reality.

Behind him floated four long swords, each with a different killing intent, enveloped by a sword formation woven from countless sword patterns, like a sword‑formation world containing destructive killing intent.

"It really succeeded!"

This thought arose in his mind; Feng Yi unconsciously glanced at Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes, finding no change, still somewhat dim, as if only instinct existed and no independent consciousness had been born.

At the same time, he felt that although this figure's aura was terrifyingly powerful, it remained deeply connected to him and was completely under his control.

Noticing this, Feng Yi's heart eased slightly.

Afterwards, he looked at Tongtian Jiaozhu before him and began to continually examine his condition.

After a long while, Feng Yi withdrew his mind and spirit and sank into thought.

He found that the Tongtian Jiaozhu before him had indeed undergone great change, but it seemed merely to have absorbed the thoughts of the world's beings, undergoing some adjustment and transformation to better conform to the world's rules—everything appeared normal.

But for some reason, Feng Yi always felt that something was not quite right.

At the same time, while examining the Tongtian Jiaozhu before him, as Feng Yi's own self merged with the Fuxi mark of this world, his increasingly keen spiritual sense faintly sensed a trace of opportunity belonging to the other party.

"Opportunity. Is it the place left behind by the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable for Tongtian Jiaozhu?"

Thoughts turned in his mind; after a long while, Feng Yi suppressed the notion, temporarily setting everything aside in his heart and no longer pondering it.

Although some unexpected changes seemed to have occurred, at least for now it appears to be a good thing for him.

No matter what, he has temporarily gained a powerful ally.

Moreover, if he later obtains the opportunity left by the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable of this world, it would be an even greater fortune.

Of course, Feng Yi did not truly ignore this anomaly; he merely set it aside in his heart for now, to be examined slowly later.

Thinking of this, he once again examined the Tongtian Jiaozhu before him, took a deep look at his dim eyes, Feng Yi waved his hand, and the green‑robed figure instantly turned illusory, then returned to the book.

Hum.

A flame ignited within the book, like the light of civilization; a towering figure holding firewood appeared at the center of the book's world, suppressing everything.

After another glance at the book's images, Feng Yi's heart stirred; the book closed on its own, turned into rules, and merged into his body.

Having done all this, Feng Yi turned his gaze toward the distant heaven and earth.

This is a vast and boundless primordial mountain range, like a primeval ancient land; each mountain range towers into the depths of the starry sky like heavenly pillars, and even faint traces of chaotic qi can be seen.

The boundless, endless vast mountain range was arranged according to a certain special trajectory, like countless giant dragons lying prostrate on the earth, forming a terrifyingly supreme grand formation.

After digesting the information of this world's Fuxi imprint that matched his own, Feng Yi also understood where he now was in heaven and earth.

Earth, the place of becoming immortal, that is, the legendary source of all veins, Kunlun.

This is a special land of creation, and also a terrifyingly supreme grand formation.

The information of this heaven and earth surfaced in his mind; after a moment, Feng Yi's heart stirred, his whole figure became blurred, as if he had become an illusory existence.

He is no longer considered a true living being; relying solely on the Fuxi imprint as a foundation, he gathered the thoughts of all beings in this world, and only then could he truly manifest in the world.

Therefore, he can also transform into this current illusory state.

At the same time, Feng Yi drew a strand of information from the Fuxi imprint onto himself; a pale gold color flowed in his pupils, and faintly, an illusory yin-yang trigram appeared, reflecting the pattern of the grand formation in heaven and earth.

He lightly moved his fingers; after a moment, his heart stirred, he discerned a direction, and headed toward the mountain range ahead.

Kunlun Mountain, as the immortal land left behind by the ancient Heavenly Court, is a true supreme killing formation, worthy of being called a forbidden zone for living beings.

But at this moment, Feng Yi, with the power of the Fuxi imprint added to himself, walked within this grand formation, yet instinctively avoided all killing moves, walking along the safe path.

The ancient trees were vigorous and sturdy, the mountain range towering; walking within this vast mountain range, Feng Yi seemed to be walking in a great world, walking within a boundless and inscrutable immortal land.

Spiritual medicines were everywhere, giant beasts roamed, each existing in the various safe zones of the mountain range divided by the grand formation.

However, Feng Yi's figure, like an illusory existence, was not detected by these giant beasts.

Moreover, he paid no heed to these giant beasts, but with a clear goal headed toward the destination he had sensed.

After walking for an unknown length of time, Feng Yi's heart stirred, he subconsciously turned his gaze toward the distant heaven and earth, and his eyes instantly brightened.

That was a special terrain, myriad peaks standing together, myriad veins converging, like a true dragon lying prostrate between heaven and earth, jointly forming an inscrutable immortal land.

(End of chapter)