A person in the heavens, starting with a Chaos Emperor Dao Fruit

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"Sure enough, the more refined the acupoints become, the more mysterious the things they require." Yunhua sighed, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Peacock King Xingxuan, Heavenly Serpent King Xingmou, Xuantian Pavilion Master Nalan Anhuang, Jingyuan Temple Grand Elder Tuyuan Saint, Zhen Gang Sect Master Bai Fengxian, and Daluo Sect Master Zhao Feier—they are all among the most formidable figures in the world. Their disappearance may not have much impact in the short term, but now, it's hard to say."

Yunhua opened her eyes and said softly, "The butterfly effect of my arrival in this world is becoming increasingly intense. I'm afraid those big shots have already noticed that something is amiss!? Let's take this opportunity to quickly get some things in our hands before we have to worry about anything else!"

With a thought, Yunhua tore through the void and left the overseas territory, returning to the mainland.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Great Qian Dynasty, Yujing City, the Marquis of Wuwen's residence.

Since his last encounter with the Pure Fox Clan of Yujing West Mountain, Hong Yi has obtained the Pure Fox Clan's "Pagoda Visualization Method" and has begun practicing Taoist arts.

As a scholar, he was trained in meditation from a young age, and he quickly mastered this visualization method, and his progress was quite rapid.

However, Hong Yi was also a person who liked to court death. When he had just cultivated to the point where he could separate his spirit from his body, he went to spy on Hong Xuanji, which resulted in damage to his soul and even caused him to miss the imperial examination.

Hong Yi was lying on his bed in his small room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Chapter 395 The Masters Take Action

He felt unprecedented regret for spying on Hong Xuanji, which ultimately damaged his soul and caused him to miss the final imperial examination.

"Damn it, I was careless and missed this scientific expedition. I... I'm afraid I'll never have another chance to make Hong Xuanji admit her mistake!!" Hong Yi was filled with bitterness and frustration. He felt he had never felt so bad.

He had been preparing for this imperial examination for a long time, hoping to allow his mother to enter the Hong family ancestral hall. However, having missed this opportunity, he felt that he might never find such an opportunity again in his life.

"Am I, Hong Yi, destined to live my life like this? Physical damage can be treated at the clinic, but what about damage to the soul?" Hong Yi's eyes were blank, as if he could no longer see any hope for the future.

As the sun began to set, Hong Yi lay quietly in bed, lost in thought.

His soul was damaged, his eyes were lifeless, and his mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and distractions. In this state, let alone taking the imperial examination or cultivating, he couldn't even understand a book placed in front of him.

Feeling frustrated, Hong Yi got up and sat down at his desk.

The desk, which was once filled with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, now has several wine bottles on it. Disappointed with life, Hong Yi has been drinking heavily lately.

However, at that moment, a streak of light suddenly descended from the sky and landed directly between Hong Yi's eyebrows.

In an instant, Hong Yi's dazed eyes suddenly became incredibly bright.

The soul that had been injured by Hong Xuanji's qi and blood was quickly repaired in an instant.

"Hmm!?" In that instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped, and Hong Yi's mind flowed with inspiration.

All sorts of wonderful ideas entered his mind almost instantly, and his previous views and insights on various things seemed to emerge in an instant.

Subconsciously, he wrote a poem directly on the blank paper—

"Who feels the chill of the west wind alone? ———————, at the time, I thought it was just an ordinary thing."

The tone was mournful, leaping off the page; suddenly, every word seemed bright, carrying a faint sense of sorrow.

The light illuminated Hong Yi's face, and his eyes suddenly became much deeper. He slowly picked up the poem he had written earlier, savoring and pondering it carefully.

Looking at this piece of paper now evokes a sense of sorrow and resentment. It is the most authentic portrayal of his time confined at home. A poem encapsulates his experiences and emotional journey over the past six months.

“What’s going on? How come I suddenly have such inspiration? I could never have written such verses before! And these characters…” Hong Yi looked carefully at the blank paper and the verses on it.

Not to mention the poem's imagery, even the calligraphy surpasses his peak performance. Even at his peak, he couldn't write calligraphy with such spirit and energy.

"In ancient legends, a sage's word is enough to scare away ghosts and gods. Could it be that I've been so unlucky lately that I've suddenly been bursting with inspiration and ideas?"

"It even restored my soul?" Hong Yi immediately attributed everything to his period of depravity.

"When adversity reaches its extreme, good fortune begins to come!" Hong Yi silently pondered his experiences during this period and the countless inspirations and thoughts that arose in his mind.

This feeling made him feel compelled to speak out.

So he picked up the pen beside him, ground the ink again, laid out the white paper, and finally gathered everything into a single sentence: "No: No is the wrong person, it is not conducive to the virtuous man's integrity. The great goes and the small comes..."

The moment he wrote these words, Hong Yi felt as if he had completely merged with the spirit of the ancient philosophers, grasping their true spirit, their true aura, and their true greatness!

The more Hong Yi wrote, the more he felt as if he had suddenly grasped the most essential truths of the universe. His confidence grew stronger, his thoughts flowed like a spring, and his words soared.

“Tai: Small goes, big comes, auspicious and prosperous.” After writing the previous “Pi”, he quickly turned his pen and transformed it into the next hexagram.

Every word seemed to draw upon a divine power from the unseen realm, each character a baptism of his soul and thoughts, a supreme baptism from the wisdom of all the sages and philosophers.

In that instant, it was as if a flame of wisdom was burning brightly in Hong Yi's mind.

The soul is the furnace, wisdom is the craftsman, reason is the charcoal, and inspiration is the copper.

All the books Hong Yi had read and seen since childhood, the principles he had comprehended, and even the warmth and coldness of human relationships he had witnessed all merged into one, with various principles constantly rubbing and blending together, eventually seemingly transforming into his own accumulation, foundation, and principles.

At that very moment, suddenly, the words burst forth, shining brightly.

In an instant, Hong Yi felt as if his soul had leaped out of his body, his entire body radiating golden light, like a blazing sun bursting forth. In that instant, his soul left his body, and his entire being reached an unimaginable height.

Opening his eyes, the last rays of the setting sun shone in from the outside, leaving a faint shadow of Hong Yi's soul on the ground.

"The sun hadn't even set yet, and my soul actually broke free of my body just before sunset, leaping directly from the Night Wanderer realm to the Day Wanderer realm?" Hong Yi was dumbfounded; his progress was simply too fast.

"So reading is the strongest way to cultivate the soul. Otherwise, it is not conducive to the virtuous and upright. The great goes to the small... Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!!" The more Hong Yi recited the sentence he had written earlier, the more joyful he felt, and the more exhilarating it was to have his thoughts clear.

His soul floated in the void, looking at the words on the white paper, and he felt a sense of enlightenment; as if these words were the ultimate truth he had been pursuing.

In that instant, he felt that his soul and thoughts were still growing, and his soul's shadow became clearer and clearer in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was just a faint shadow before, but now it seems to have taken on a real form.

The realm of daytime travel grew rapidly in that instant, and there were even faint signs that it was about to enter the realm of manifestation.

"Good! Good! Good!" Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, and he was overjoyed as he looked at it.

“Is this auspicious or inauspicious event… My current situation can be described as ‘things reach their extreme and then reverse, adversity turns into prosperity’!” Hong Yi sighed leisurely.

The spirits of the philosophers transformed into light and merged into his soul, causing Hong Yi to undergo a complete transformation.

At that very moment, in the master bedroom of the Marquis of Wuwen's residence.

Hong Xuanji was sitting quietly cross-legged, circulating her qi and blood.

Since he shattered his inner demons some time ago, he has officially advanced to the level of a human immortal, and his cultivation is now progressing by leaps and bounds.

"Hmm!?" However, just as the philosophers descended upon Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes.

When the disciples descended, others could not detect it, but how could Hong Xuanji, who was already a human immortal, not notice it at all, especially since he was so close?

"What's going on? It's that unfilial son's place!" A look of horror appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes. He subconsciously opened the door and rushed towards Hong Yi.

He had already sensed something was wrong, and if he didn't take action quickly, something he himself might have no control over was about to happen.

However, just as Hong Xuanji approached Hong Yi—"Buzz!!"

Chapter 396 Trip to Mount Taishi

A powerful aura carrying the will of the philosophers suddenly descended, rushing directly towards us.

The spirit, the artistic conception, and the principles of the philosophers seemed to transform into the pervasive wind and water, rapidly invading Hong Xuanji's body.

"puff!!"

In an instant, Hong Xuanji's face flushed red, and suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood. This blood actually had a fragrant smell, and it even shimmered with specks of purple-gold color.

"How could this be? How could this be? I was wrong? How could I be wrong? Ancient philosophers, do you think I was wrong? Why?" A trace of confusion appeared in Hong Xuanji's eyes, and his originally high aura was instantly reduced to its original state. Even his human immortal blood fluctuations, which were like a small sun, weakened a lot in this instant.

The inner demons that had been overcome before resurfaced at this time.

Hong Xuanji had just overcome his inner demons and was in an unstable state. Now, with the power of the spirits of the philosophers acting on him, he suddenly erupted again and fell into a state of confusion.

The Hong Xuanji of today is not the same as the one in the later part of the original story who was willing to sacrifice everything for his own path, nor is he the one who was willing to give up his life to achieve his great cause.

Hong Xuanji's only wish now is to write books and become a philosopher, but now his path has been rejected by all the philosophers and sages, and he has naturally fallen into a new kind of inner demons.

Hong Xuanji's Dao is a distortion of the saying "the ruler is a ruler, the minister is a minister, the father is a father, and the son is a son." This means that a monarch should have the responsibilities of a monarch, and a minister should have the responsibilities of a minister. In essence, it means that one should fulfill one's duties in one's position.

However, Hong Xuanji distorted this statement, transforming it into an absolute authority and an absolute superior-subordinate relationship.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After leaving the desolate overseas continent, Yunhua headed straight for Mount Taishi.

This was once the site of the Great Zen Temple, but now only ruins remain; it's just a historical site.

"The Great Zen Temple was truly prosperous back then. There are many temples in the Northern Dipper and Western Desert of the Shrouding the Heavens that are not as good as this one!" Yunhua walked on the ruins of the Great Zen Temple, feeling a sense of emotion.

The ruins of Dachan Temple are truly enormous. The entire Taishi Mountain area spans thousands of miles, and back then, the entire Taishi Mountain was occupied by Dachan Temple, which gives you an idea of ​​how massive the temple was.

Yunhua continued on his way and soon arrived near the Sutra Repository of the Great Zen Temple.

He didn't think much of it, nor did he search for any remaining ancient texts, because he knew there was nothing left here.

Yunhua sat down cross-legged and let his divine soul penetrate deep into Mount Taishi, swimming freely across the land like a fish in water.

"Indeed, it is much more difficult for the soul to penetrate underground than in the air... But that makes sense, after all, the Yang God Path corresponds to the Qian Yuan Dao, while shattering the vacuum corresponds to the Kun Yuan Dao." Yun Hua thought to himself.

However, he was, after all, an Eighth Tribulation Ghost Immortal, and one who was capable of directly passing through the Ninefold Tribulation of Lightning. Every thought of his was countless times stronger than that of an ordinary Eighth Tribulation Ghost Immortal, so he could easily search underground.

As his thoughts deepened, layers of lithosphere and underground water veins quickly became clear in Yunhua's perception. Soon, Yunhua's spiritual consciousness reached a depth of 1,500 meters underground.

"According to the original text, to find what's inside Mount Taishi, one needs to circulate the 'Past Amitabha Sutra'." With a thought, Yun Hua's mind immediately conjured up a vision of a great Buddha from the past.

"Om!"

In an instant, a mysterious and strange fluctuation of magical power appeared in Yunhua's heart. This was a special sensation that could only arise from cultivating the "Past Amitabha Sutra".

Without the slightest hesitation, he followed his senses and crawled inside.

He passed through three hundred meters of rock in an instant, and at that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of ease in his soul, and a stone chamber appeared before him.

This stone chamber is not large; it is just a small room deep underground. However, this room has no exit and seems to be a naturally formed underground miniature world.

Moreover, the entire stone chamber was bathed in light, especially in the very center of the chamber, where there was a place resembling an altar, with a cylindrical altar standing in the center.

In that altar-like place, there was a sphere emitting a strong white light, which, like a small sun, illuminated the entire underground stone chamber.

"There's no mistake, it's this ball of light. The aura I sensed when I used the 'Past Amitabha Sutra' was from this ball of light!" Yun Hua's gaze shifted, and he looked directly at the ball of light, or more precisely, at what was pressing down on the white ball of light.

It was a page of a dark gold book, and judging from the material, this page of the sutra was made of the exact same material as the "Past Amitabha Sutra".

This is the Buddha's robe, the battle armor of the ancient holy emperor "Yuan".

Of course, the Buddha's robe in its current state is incomplete; it is missing something—the radiant white sphere. Only by reintegrating this sphere into the robe can it be restored.

"Om!"

But at that moment, the sphere emitting a terrifying white light suddenly burst forth with an extremely intense radiance, and a gigantic dragon with bared fangs and claws appeared within it.

This sphere was like an alternative microcosm, with dragon shadows moving within it. In particular, after it sensed Yunhua's presence, it immediately opened its eyes and unleashed its most terrifying dragon might.

"Om!"

A terrifying pressure directly crushed towards Yunhua, and a vast and boundless force, as if it were about to utterly destroy Yunhua.

This giant dragon is not actually a living being; it is formed from the primordial energy of Mount Taishi, a dragon soul born of nature and nurtured by the earth, almost identical to the human soul.

This kind of dragon soul is different from the gods formed from faith and thought. If it can break free, it can be reincarnated immediately, and even after being born, it can pass through several tribulations of lightning again, and then roam the world freely.

At this moment, the dragon shadow's might erupted completely, almost like Mount Tai Shi unleashing its power to suppress Yunhua.

But Yunhua felt no tension whatsoever in the face of such dragon might.

"A small dragon formed from the primordial energy of Mount Taishi, not bad food!" Yunhua's voice echoed continuously in the secret chamber. His terrifying magical power caused the entire underground chamber to tremble, almost collapsing completely.

In just a moment, the terrifying aura that erupted from the dragon shadow was completely crushed by Yun Hua.

A vast aura continuously reverberated within the underground palace. This terrifying aura was so powerful that the dragon soul dared not release even a wisp of its own energy, trembling as if it had encountered some unbelievable being.

"Devouring the Great Dao, devour it!"

In the next instant, Yunhua's divine soul suddenly transformed into a black hole, swallowing the dragon shadow within the sphere of light.

The dragon soul nurtured by Mount Taishi is almost equivalent to the mountain god of Mount Taishi. Yunhua swallowed it in one gulp, which is equivalent to swallowing the essence of Mount Taishi into his body.

Moreover, this dragon soul is proficient in all methods of the Great Zen Temple except for the three scriptures of the past, present, and future. After devouring it, these methods will naturally become Yunhua's.

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It can be said that even if Yunhua gained nothing from this trip, just this dragon soul alone would be enough to greatly increase his foundation, and he might even be able to open up some acupoints in his body, bringing the total number of acupoints to one thousand.

At the same time, Yunhua used his divine sense to bring out the light sphere that had lost its dragon soul and the page that resembled a scripture from the underground chamber.