Chapter 97: Traces of the Great Emperor's Dao

The Luoshu slowly opened, within it countless images flowed, as if an ever-evolving illusory world.

Countless figures rose and fell within it, there were Dao and Buddha, gods and demons, each occupying a portion of that realm.

Among these figures, the two with the most profound and powerful aura were one Daoist figure and one Buddhist figure.

The Daoist figure was exactly a green-clad Tongtian Jiaozhu with a piercing aura; behind him were four swords emitting boundless killing intent and a profound formation diagram, evolving the Dao of the termination of all things.

The Buddhist figure was precisely an immaculate golden body, the compassionate Amitabha Buddha, with Buddhist light swirling around, as if evolving a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss around him.

The Luoshu's aura connected with the cosmos of heaven and earth, secretly in accord with the Great Dao's rule, invisibly absorbing some illusory force existing between heaven and earth, continually gathering onto the figures within the book.

In this process, the aura changes of Tongtian Jiaozhu and Amitabha Buddha were the most obvious.

And at the very center of the Luoshu world stood a towering figure holding firewood, like the core of the entire world.

The firewood fire constantly flickered, like the fire of humanity and the light of civilization, illuminating the entire book world, absorbing certain auras from many figures, as if evolving a river of civilization within the Luoshu.

Gazing at the constantly flickering firewood fire within the Luoshu, Feng Yi's mind involuntarily conjured a special place on Beidou Ancient Star.

Fire Domain!

At the core of that place exists a cluster of immortal fire; if one could somehow combine it with the firewood fire, perhaps this cluster of firewood fire would undergo a tremendous transformation.

"Fire Domain, Immortal Fire"

A whisper sounded, and Feng Yi glanced again at the images of Tongtian Jiaozhu and Amitabha Buddha within the Luoshu; his mind conjured the place transformed from the corpse of Lingbao Tianzun and the divine-self of the Amitabha Buddha of the Western Desert, with countless information flowing in his eyes.

After a moment, he returned to his senses, the information in his eyes dissipated, and he looked toward the four newly appeared blurry figures within the Luoshu world.

These four figures were so blurry they barely resembled human forms, only sustained by a few strands of Dao traces, like a child's random doodle drawn with a pencil.

Nevertheless, even in this hazy state, they faintly emitted an aura of invincible self, overwhelming the four extremes of heaven and earth, a majestic vigor like a great emperor descending to the mundane world.

These are the imprints of the Great Dao of heaven and earth on those few who once were invincible in the universe, suppressing myriad Dao with their own Dao—the traces of great emperors, manifested with the aid of heavenly tribulation, and then barely recorded by the Luoshu's rule that turns the illusory into the real.

Gazing at these four blurry figures in the Luoshu, Feng Yi's mind instantly sank into them, contemplating the lingering emperor traces and information within the figures, while his fingers unconsciously moved, causing illusory trigrams to flow at his fingertips.

After a moment, his eyes glowed slightly bright, he pointed a finger, and the four figures instantly transformed into four Dao traces, flying straight out of the Luoshu.

In the next instant, the traces formed from the two figures holding the Dragon Stele and Dragon Sword merged directly into Feng Yi's body; one entered his mind and united with Fuxi's imprint, the other merged into his spinal dragon, turning into profound dragon patterns inscribed upon his spinal dragon.

Meanwhile, the traces from the two figures holding the Sun God Furnace and wearing the ancient mirror on their heads respectively merged into Feng Yi's Shennong Dao body and Xuanyuan Dao body, as if supplementing those two Dao bodies with some rule.

In an instant, the aura of Feng Yi's two Dao bodies continually adjusted, vaguely seeming to align with some rule between heaven and earth, becoming ever more perfectly natural.

A chant.

At the moment the traces entered his body, a dragon's roar echoing through the ages sounded, and Feng Yi's spine seemed to truly transform into a supreme heavenly dragon, lifelike, descending across time and space.

The next moment, the supreme heavenly dragon evolved into a peerless dragon sword emitting boundless killing intent, bearing unmatched sharpness, as if capable of crushing the heavens of all ages.

A crackling sound rose from Feng Yi's spinal dragon, and the residual medicinal power of the precious herbs within him instantly transformed into boundless creative force, merging into his spinal dragon, causing it to continually undergo new transformations.

However, Feng Yi's attention at this moment was not on his bodily changes, but completely immersed in his own mental world.

In a daze, he seemed to transform into towering figures that suppressed the eight corners of the universe, at times holding the Dragon Stele, deriving trigrams, calculating heaven and earth; at times wielding a dragon sword to sweep the world, establishing a supreme dynasty; at times using the ancient mirror to pacify the world, deterring all enemies; at times refining the divine furnace, burning forbidden zones.

His eyes continually changed, sometimes hazy, sometimes empty; sometimes trigrams flowed, sometimes a heavenly dragon danced, sometimes the void concealed, sometimes firelight blazed upon the world.

Various fragmentary rule information flowed in Feng Yi's mind, vaguely also containing some fragmentary scriptures, giving him a deeper insight into the path of taking the body as a seed.

Especially as he embodied the figure holding the dragon sword, from this figure he gained insight into dragon transformation, making his understanding of this secret realm ever more thorough.

A chant.

After a moment, a dragon's roar sounded from within Feng Yi's body, his spinal dragon violently trembled, instantly altering his entire aura, as if heavenly might faintly appeared in the sky.

A hum.

Feng Yi's mind instantly returned, he glanced at the sky, sensed his own changes, his heart stirred, and he calmed the fluctuations of his internal aura.

Having just passed the tribulation, it's best to first take it slow, fully comprehend one's changes, become familiar with the insights of this realm before proceeding.

In an instant, the heavenly might gradually dissipated, never evolving into a new round of heavenly tribulation.

After doing all this, sensing the profound dragon patterns inscribed on his spinal dragon, Feng Yi's eyes showed a look of understanding, and he thought to himself: "The figure holding the dragon sword is indeed the Taihuang; no wonder he is one of those who have studied the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm most deeply. The traces are truly marvelous; with his Dao traces as a reference, plus my original accumulation, perhaps before long I will be able to perfectly complete the transformation of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and enter the Immortal Platform Realm, and furthermore"

Thinking this, Feng Yi unconsciously turned his gaze to the two figures before him, namely his Shennong Dao body and Xuanyuan Dao body.

Feeling the subtle changes and adjustments occurring within these two Dao bodies, Feng Yi's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of contemplation.

"Although they are people of different worlds, when their ranks are close, there really are some similarities; perhaps the scriptures of this world's Hengyu and the two emperors Xu Kong, when I contemplate the Heavenly Stele and grasp the Great Dao insights of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, could also serve to draw analogies!"

"Hengyu, Xu Kong Shennong, Xuanyuan."

"Perhaps in the future we could still find these two individuals' spirit-medium emperor corpses to converse with, and even use this connection to awaken their past lives' Dao fruits, adding two allies to the dark turmoil."

At the moment Feng Yi's thoughts turned, he suddenly felt that the Shennong Dao body before him seemed to twitch slightly.

His spiritual sense twitched slightly; Feng Yi unconsciously made a hand seal, countless information flowed in his eyes, and he looked toward the distance.

After a moment, his eyes showed a look of understanding, his heart stirred, and the Dao body before him transformed back into his own rule, merging into his body.

After doing all this, looking at the mountain range destroyed by heavenly tribulation's power, Feng Yi pondered a bit, pointed a finger, and a huge trigram diagram appeared between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth, wind and thunder, water and fire, mountain and marsh.

Eight kinds of heavenly and earthly phenomena flowed above this primitive mountain range, dispelling the destructive force brought by the heavenly tribulation, drawing endless heavenly and earthly spiritual qi, not only repairing the land's veins here but also automatically altering the surrounding environment, adjusting the changes in feng shui layout, naturally forming a treasure land of feng shui.

After an unknown period, the eight-trigram diagram covering the entire mountain range turned into specks of spiritual light, dissipating between heaven and earth, and at the same time Feng Yi's figure disappeared.

After his figure had been missing for a long time, only then did cultivators rush to this primitive mountain range.

Seeing the primitive mountain range whose terrain had completely changed, feeling the abundant heavenly and earthly spiritual vitality of this place, everyone involuntarily showed a dazed expression.

Having undergone the baptism of heavenly tribulation, this place was not only not destroyed, but seemed to have become a natural spiritual land.

Not long after, news of this place spread throughout the Yan State, even diffusing outward, attracting cultivator after cultivator to come to this changed primitive mountain range, and even triggering some minor sects to vie for it.

Numinous Abyss Cave Heaven, one of the six great cave heavens of Yan State.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in a simple hut, circulating the scriptures, immersed in cultivation.

At this time he appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old, yet his whole body radiated a gentle gem-like light, within him faintly rose the sound of vast waves, and behind him even a vague apparition emerged, exuding a hint of dignity.

After an unknown period, it seemed he had reached the limit of this training, Ye Fan gradually ceased his practice.

The moment he opened his eyes, a golden light flashed within and vanished, carrying a hint of sharpness.

Sensing his own changes, Ye Fan's deep eyes showed a glint of light as he secretly thought: 'Having viewed the future in the River Chart, after my own transformation, understanding the true meaning of the scriptures, opening up the Sea of Suffering is indeed not difficult for me, even quite easy, and the limitations of the Ancient Holy Body rumored abroad actually cannot bind me; however, a clever woman cannot cook without rice, I now need a vast amount of cultivation resources. Ah, eh, source.'

Moreover, the future I see is all blurry images; only when encountering a specific opportunity does it become somewhat clearer; perhaps there are some restrictions, and without scripture cultivation methods, I still need the true Great Emperor Scripture.

Scripture. Dao Scripture.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan's eyes showed a blurry image appearing, and he unconsciously looked toward the distance, whispering: 'The Sea of Suffering has been successfully opened up; I now have some self-protection ability, and it is time to leave here.'

Just then, he seemed to sense something, and slowly rose to his feet.

The next moment, the door opened, and a sturdy figure walked in—none other than Pang Bo, whose age had diminished but whose physique seemed hardly diminished.

Seeing Ye Fan's figure, Pang Bo somewhat excitedly said: 'Yezi, do you know what news I heard today?'

After hearing Pang Bo finish speaking, Ye Fan's eyes instantly flashed a glint of light as he said: 'Fuxi, the Human Ancestor.'

'I also think so.'

Pang Bo somewhat excitedly said: 'The enormous Eight Trigrams Diagram covering the heavens and the Sea of Thunder in this Yan State—probably only Ancestor Fuxi has such ability.'

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan firmly made up his mind and said: 'Pang Bo, I want to leave the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven.'

'Ah.'

Pang Bo stood frozen in place.

(End of Chapter)