Fengyunlu

"This is..." At this moment, Fengchen's eyes were filled with white. Everything was obscured. He couldn't tell where he was, nor where he was. He only felt that the white fog filled the sky and the ground, blocking all his sight, as if even the world didn't exist. Fengchen walked forward helplessly. He had walked for a long, long time. Although he was tireless, the scenery around him seemed to have never changed, and he could never see the end in front of him. Only the white fog drifting behind him reminded him that he was moving forward.

"How did I end up in this place again? Is this another illusion of my mind? But everything around me is too real." Feng Chen raised his hand from time to time, grabbing a handful of the white mist around him, and dew condensed on his hand. The wet feeling was so real that it was impossible to doubt its existence. He was full of doubts: "Could it be that the Purple Thunder Dragon finally evolved something, and I was in its body but didn't feel it at all?" Feng Chen asked himself again, but then he denied this idea.

"No!!! At the last moment, the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon has clearly touched my body and even started to penetrate it. That numb feeling has begun to spread. I have made all the preparations. According to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, it should be sucked into my body, merged with the Purple and Black Qi, and then refined into my body. But in this situation now, could it be that something unexpected has happened?" Feng Chen asked himself over and over again. He had asked himself no less than a hundred times, but he still couldn't figure out why this happened.

Fortunately, he thought of the Thunder Power at this time: "Forget it, no matter what, Uncle Lei will always come up with some way, after all..." Feng Chen was suddenly stunned, stopped moving forward, and stood still: "It seems that at the last moment, a chill came through the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon, and Uncle Lei seemed to raise his head and look at the sky at that moment."

"At this critical moment, Uncle Lei should have looked at me, but he looked up at the sky instead. Something must have happened." Feng Chen was stunned, not knowing where to go. Since he entered this space, his mind has remained clear, unlike when he was in the Lao Xin Mantra, his mind was troubled by drowsiness and unable to think. At the moment, he was just trapped here, unable to get out, and he couldn't figure out how he got in, let alone where he was. However, he always felt that he should do something, so he kept moving forward.

"No, no matter what Uncle Lei is like now, we can't just sit there and wait for death. Maybe we can find a way out if we move forward. If we don't move, our hope will only get slimmer." Feng Chen made up his mind, took another step, and walked towards an unknown direction...

He continued to move forward, not mentioning it for now. At this moment, on the altar, Zhuang Mo had handed the Divine Pot Chapter to Long Tiexin. Long Tiexin held the Divine Pot Chapter and felt that it was heavy. It didn't look like an ancient book, but more like it carried the vicissitudes of endless years, as if there was a person from outer space sleeping in it.

Long Tiexin was stunned for a moment, and was shocked by Zhuang Mo in the air, and immediately came back to his senses. He thought to himself, this divine weapon of heaven is indeed extraordinary, just a little contact can shock the mind. Even a saint like himself can hardly resist it, let alone those with lower cultivation. No wonder the world is fighting for it as soon as it appeared, it is indeed extraordinary.

After pondering for a moment, Long Tiexin's eyes were firm, and he used a trace of true energy in his hand to slowly raise the Divine Pot Chapter, and finally fell into the treasure bottle. After it entered the treasure bottle, Long Tiexin quickly formed his hands, and the five seals were combined to form the Yin and Yang, and circulated back and forth three times. Finally, the seven seals were combined into one, standing in front of his chest, and he silently recited the mysterious mantra.

At the same time, Zhuang Mo was also busy on the side, reciting the Buddhist mantra with his left hand, and following the Taoist essence with his right hand, with a flash of black light all over his body. The power of Buddhism, Taoism, and magic combined in him. Looking at the entire Xuanmen, he was the only one who could do this.

After a long while of effort, Long Tiexin finally completed the mind movement, and Zhuang Mo also absorbed the three lights into his body. The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then continued their own actions. Long Tiexin took a step forward, and the power of the Seven Sages in his hand transformed into a clear pool. There seemed to be water waves in the pool, with a faint sense of momentum.

Zhuang Mo's figure was as light as a feather, hanging on the treasure bottle. He leaned over the mouth of the bottle, as if grabbing something in the air, and seemed to have caught a shining light between his fingers. He pulled, the light flickered, and a ball of blood-red slowly rose from the bottle. The surface of this blood-red thing was covered with dirt, and all the experiences of Fengchen in the world were condensed on this layer of dirt. After his body collapsed, his essence condensed into a ball, and after being blessed by the power of the soul, the blood of the cloud phoenix and the power of the two magic weapons, it became the innate qi. This innate qi is unique, as long as the mind is not extinguished, you can live forever.

But the situation is not absolute, and everyone is different. For someone like Fengchen who has no foundation in Xuan cultivation, if there were no various kinds of support, coincidences, and the help of the Golden Crow Emperor in secret, he would have disappeared in an instant after being struck by the sword, and there would be no chance for him to wait for rescue.

Zhuang Mo took a quick glance and knew that the dirt was useless. Now it was time to refine the essence. He drew a trace of immortal power from the bottle, and then stretched out his hand to summon a little thunder and fire. The two met and turned into a faint flame, and began to refine the dirt.

The flames burned brightly, making Fengchen's innate Qi brighter and brighter. Zhuang Mo calcinated and fiddled with it until it was completely refined. After finishing, he threw the innate Qi back into the bottle, took back the fairy fire, and compressed it in the bottle. Then, he took out Long Tiexin's three-point Dingyuan Pearl and covered the bottle. The flames slowly condensed and extinguished, and the bottle trembled a few times before finally calming down.

Long Tiexin put away the three-point Dingyuan Pearl and put it into the clear pool. Zhuang Mo took a breath, and a fist-sized red Yuandan floated out of the bottle, as if it had life. This Yuandan was transformed from the innate Qi, and it was also the essence of Fengchen.

Zhuang Mo held the Yuan Dan, looked at it carefully three times, and then checked it with his true essence. After confirming that it was correct, he nodded with satisfaction. At this time, an ancient book floated out of the bottle, which was the Divine Pot Chapter. Zhuang Mo took it and used some mysterious means to turn the Divine Pot Chapter into a ball of spiritual power, and then condensed it into a lotus platform.

The lotus platform should have had nine holes, but now only one was empty. Fengchen's Yuandan matched the lotus platform, and Zhuang Mo put the Yuandan in. The lotus platform trembled slightly, then turned by itself and floated into the clear pool.

A drop of water fell on Fengchen's head. This was the first time he felt something different in a long time. Although it was just a drop of water, compared with the thick fog in the sky, it was finally a little different.

"It seems that it is right to keep going." Feng Chen was glad that he kept moving forward, so that he could find a way out. He quickened his pace and walked forward firmly.

He didn't know how long it had been, but Fengchen finally reached the end, and there was no road under his feet. He steadied himself and looked around. It seemed like a mountain under his feet. There was an endless abyss in front of him, and the road he had come from behind was the way he had come. He looked up and saw a sky full of stars, and it seemed as if he could touch every one of them.

Feng Chen raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly put it down. The stars twinkling in the night sky made him feel as if he was in another world, as if he would fall into an abyss from which there was no return if he touched them lightly. A feeling of disappointment surged in his heart: "Did I take the wrong path and mistakenly enter a desperate situation? Or..." His thoughts became chaotic and confused at this moment.

"Little guy, this is not the place you should come to." An old and low voice suddenly sounded in Fengchen's ears, with an unquestionable majesty.

Feng Chen was startled and looked around hurriedly, trying to find the source of the sound. However, there was nothing but twinkling stars and the cliff was silent, with no human figures around.

"Go back!" The voice sounded again, as if it came from the distant sky, yet as if it was very close.

Suddenly, a dry hand reached out from the void and gently tapped Fengchen's forehead. Fengchen felt a strong force rushing into his body, and then his eyes went dark, and the whole person seemed to be turned into a ball of white mist, floating lightly on the cliff.

Starlight fell on him, and Fengchen felt a trance. All his thoughts were interrupted, and his consciousness became hazy, as if nothing had ever existed. There was no root or form, no origin or extinction, no place to come from, and no place to go. He seemed to be in an endless void, and all constraints had disappeared.

Gradually, Fengchen began to feel tired, as if he had walked for an unknown amount of time before this, and finally felt tired at this moment, and wanted to stop and rest. However, he did not dare to fall asleep easily, because he did not know if he would wake up once he fell asleep, nor did he know where he would be after waking up, and even more so, he did not know what fate he would face if he fell asleep.

"Chen'er." Suddenly, a familiar yet strange voice called out softly, which shocked Fengchen's heart. He knew that everything here might be an illusion, and any rash action might bring unpredictable consequences. He had been trapped in the Heart-Torn Curse before, and he had a deep understanding of this.

However, the voice was getting closer and clearer: "Chen'er!!" This time, Feng Chen heard it clearly. It was Long Tiexin's voice. It seemed to come from a distant place, and as if separated by an invisible barrier.

"It's Aunt Long!" Feng Chen was delighted, but then he felt disappointed. Even if he heard Aunt Long's voice, even if he encountered something, her figure had already dissipated, and now it was just a ball of white mist. He couldn't make any response, nor could he get close.

He could only listen to the calls coming and going, but Fengchen could not respond or get close. He felt more and more sleepy, and wanted to struggle but had no strength to do so. In the end, he felt dizzy, as if everything had become empty and void in an instant.

Yes! It is nothingness!! There is nothing here, nothing is left, even the so-called darkness has disappeared. What I can see before my eyes... No!! It should be said that I can't see anything before my eyes, just like the moment I close my eyes, the scene before my eyes, there is nothing, there is nothing that can be imagined, I don't even know how to describe it, I can only call it nothingness.

Just like that, Fengchen didn't know how long he had been falling, nor how deep he had fallen. At least he felt that he was falling all the time, and the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter, so quiet that it was strange and frightening.

That's right, the extreme of silence is terrifying! ! Feng Chen's heart began to panic and he became impatient. It's no wonder that anyone who suddenly lost his five senses and then his six senses would feel uneasy and fearful. Moreover, although Feng Chen possessed the miraculous power of the innate spirit, at this moment, he seemed to have reached his limit. The pressure from all around him was getting heavier and heavier, and he was almost about to collapse.

"Uncle Lei!!" Fengchen called out in his heart over and over again, but no one answered.

"Auntie Long!" he called out again, but all around him was still silent.

“……” He tried to find any possible response, but apart from his own voice echoing in the void, there was no response.

"Is there anyone here?! Who can tell me where this is!!" Feng Chen shouted in his heart over and over again, but the surroundings were still silent, as if the whole world had abandoned him and forgotten him in this endless nothingness.

The cold thoughts condensed into substance, and Fengchen completely exploded. A strong killing intent surged in his heart, as if he wanted to completely destroy everything that stood in his way. A ripple began to appear from somewhere, swaying and drifting away. He was in the ripples, and seemed to feel some unusual changes. The feeling of falling was getting slower and slower, and the nothingness around him began to waver, and began to have some empty feeling. Although dim, it was not static. At this time, Fengchen had already noticed, and his consciousness gradually stabilized, no longer so irritable, and no longer seemed panicked, and everything around him began to gradually become active. The breath of darkness gradually became clearer, and the feeling of nothingness became farther and farther. In the end, the ripples became more and more intense, from small to large and then from large to strong, swaying Fengchen left and right, and the feeling of falling slowly stopped. It was like being in a pool of water, and also like being in an abyss. He couldn't open his eyes, but he felt it truly. Fengchen wanted to move, but he had no arms, couldn't lift his hands, had no feet, and couldn't move his legs. He only had consciousness, but no divine thoughts.

"Chen'er!!"

Suddenly, Long Tiexin's voice came again. The shout was distant and close, ringing in his heart and all around him.

"Aunt Long..."

Feng Chen responded subconsciously, like a dream talk, but without any sound, more like a sentence passed through his mind, which others could not understand. But the next moment, the constant call actually had a response, and Long Tiexin's somewhat relieved voice came over: "Good boy, Aunt Long is here."

Thump~

As this sound came, Feng Chen felt his surroundings change, and the sense of nothingness disappeared in an instant. Then the night turned to white light and the day splashed, and he fell suddenly into a clear pool, feeling comfortable all over.

"This is......"

Feng Chen was confused. He clearly felt like he was falling into a clear pool, but there was nothing around him except the water splashing up and down.

"Didn't I have an illusion?" Feng Chen murmured, not knowing whether it was true or false, but he soon had to respond.