Fengyunlu

These mysterious and unpredictable beings seemed to descend upon this world like shooting stars in an instant. Their sudden appearance suggested that someone had meticulously planned and deliberately cast them into this complex and chaotic world. At first, other races, upon seeing them, merely considered them another new face and didn't take them seriously, easily ignoring them. However, as time passed, humanity gradually grew stronger and was fortunate enough to receive the favor and protection of Heaven. By the time other races wanted to pay serious attention to humanity, it was already too late; humanity had already gained enough strength to establish itself.

Feng Chen's ears were always exceptionally sharp, and after hearing some rumors about humans, he began to ponder them. He thought that if humans were truly a race blessed with extraordinary advantages, then someone must be pulling strings and plotting behind the scenes. They were using the Primordial Three Elements as enticing bait, using humans as fish to catch them, and their ultimate goal was likely to reel in the entire vast world. The secret hidden behind it must be something special or a mysterious energy that would drive people to go to such lengths to scheme against it. Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seemed that only humans could obtain this thing or utilize this mysterious energy. Even now, Feng Chen racked his brains, but he still couldn't figure out what it was; it was like a fog that constantly shrouded his mind.

He knew perfectly well that the key factor lay within himself. Just as the Golden Crow Emperor had said, primordial spirits didn't appear in this world without reason; even if there were elements of human manipulation, it was all preordained. Therefore, everything he did could potentially trigger a butterfly effect, influencing the development of significant events. Take, for example, the severely injured Qilin. It had stubbornly survived since ancient times, and logically, the White Emperor should have been the one to heal it. However, due to various reasons, this matter had been delayed until now, ultimately falling to Feng Chen, a descendant of the White Emperor and a primordial spirit himself. This left Feng Chen feeling incredibly troubled, like facing a tangled mess, unsure where to begin.

Thinking of this, Feng Chen couldn't help but recall the so-called curse. Once tainted by death energy, it creates a causal cycle, the effects of which extend beyond the individual to affect the entire race. In other words, if the Xuan Emperor hadn't received the White Emperor's help, humanity might have suffered a devastating catastrophe. However, Feng Chen didn't know how the White Emperor had resolved the curse, nor did the Golden Crow Emperor. Neither of them had witnessed the events firsthand; they had only heard about them from others. Feng Chen was now deeply confused, unsure of what to do next. If this matter wasn't handled properly, and the curse remained unresolved, then the Xuan Sect wouldn't be able to protect humanity, and even its own survival would be in serious question.

Feng Chen pondered deeply, his mind racing with various possibilities. The Golden Crow Emperor, understanding the situation, refrained from disturbing him. At this moment, Feng Chen's primordial spirit remained quietly there, while his true body resided within the Jade Pool, his expression growing increasingly solemn. Fairy Ji Yao and Master Gu Yuan both noticed this unusual change in his expression. Previously, Feng Chen hadn't quite grasped the crux of the matter, simply observing and contemplating. Now, however, he seemed to have devised a solution, but the problem might be so severe as to be unbearable. Therefore, they appeared hesitant, unsure whether to follow Feng Chen's proposed method.

Master Gu Yuan thought for a while and decided it would be better to ask directly, so he asked, "Have you thought of a solution, or do you have a feeling but are unsure?"

Feng Chen was taken aback. His mind was burdened with too many thoughts, and they unconsciously slipped onto his face. Master Gu Yuan's question clearly indicated he'd noticed something in his eyes. However, Feng Chen didn't want to tell them the truth. The matter within his sea of ​​consciousness was a huge secret; even Fairy Ji Yao, aside from Lei Gong, wasn't entirely clear on the details, and Lei Gong only knew the general direction. Now, with Master Gu Yuan's sudden question, he was at a loss for words and could only make up an excuse. As for the crucial part, he thought it would be due to his bloodline, which sounded more plausible.

"To be honest, senior, I have indeed figured something out. It was the remnants of Xiaoyu's bloodline that gave me a sense of it, and coupled with the fact that I, as a primordial spirit, seem to possess some mystical abilities. In short, I haven't had a chance to properly study my own body before, but just now I suddenly understood some principles. This Qilin is currently severely injured, and to save it, the scales on its vital point are just a superficial problem. The real issue is that the death energy inside is difficult to remove, which is the most troublesome part." Feng Chen attributed everything to the mysteries of bloodline and primordial spirit. Since no one else knew he was a primordial spirit, he could say whatever he wanted, finding himself a seemingly reasonable excuse.

"Deathly aura?" Master Gu Yuan frowned deeply. She had also considered that something inside the immortal flower must be constantly eroding the Qilin's body. Otherwise, with the Holy Spirit's powerful abilities, the Qilin should have recovered its strength over the years, let alone its injuries; even its bones should have begun to grow back. But it remained unconscious, without even a trace of divine consciousness. Now it seemed there was only one explanation: it had run out of strength but was still struggling to hold on, perhaps because it possessed something important and dared not die easily. Now, hearing Feng Chen's explanation, she felt her previous thought was correct. However, Master Gu Yuan was completely baffled as to where this deathly aura came from and why it couldn't be dispelled.

At this moment, Fairy Ji Yao finally spoke. As expected of an outstanding representative of the Yaochi Immortal Clan, she was practically a carbon copy of Emperor Xuan, and had even inherited all his abilities. After listening to Feng Chen's words, she immediately realized the crux of the problem: "Since even the Holy Spirit himself cannot dispel the death aura, we people probably won't be able to do anything either. Since our Grandmaster said that Emperor Bai could ask Yun Huang for help, and since our ancestor Emperor Xuan also thought so, then Chen'er will now use Xiao Yu's bloodline to condense a drop, use the trace of Yun Huang's power that Xiao Yu drew, and add the inherited power of my Yaochi Immortal Lord, use these two powers to control this immortal flower, let it experience the process of death and rebirth, seize a sliver of life, and then use the method Chen'er used to condense the body before to help the Qilin re-condense its body. Perhaps this way we can succeed."

When Master Gu Yuan faced this sudden idea, the excitement she felt was indescribable. It was as if a playful deer was galloping through her heart, making her heart race uncontrollably. However, along with this excitement, she was also caught in a state of great inner turmoil. Master Gu Yuan knew very well that she neither possessed the innate talent and comprehension of some, nor did she have the noble bloodline of the Cloud Phoenix flowing through her veins. Although her heart was full of enthusiasm and passion, and she had a strong desire to realize this idea, she always felt that she lacked the courage to take the first step when it came to taking action, as if an invisible barrier stood in her way. And at this moment, Feng Chen stood right in front of her. Feng Chen possessed the unique talent of innate spirituality; with just a blink of his eyes, he could quickly grasp the key points of various matters, as if he had a special connection with the world. After experiencing those miraculous and tortuous changes, he naturally mastered many skills that others could hardly attain. This was undoubtedly a huge advantage unique to those with innate spiritual power, leaving others far behind. However, what was currently causing Master Gu Yuan the most headache was that the most lacking element in the entire plan was a Heavenly Scroll. This Heavenly Scroll was like the foundation stone of a tall building, the key to supporting the smooth implementation of the entire plan. Without it, everything previously envisioned would be impossible to implement, just like a skilled cook cannot cook without rice.

"That's true, but even the best and most brilliant ideas are useless without the necessary resources and conditions. It's like trying to cook rice without rice." Master Gu Yuan's words were truly insightful, accurately pointing out the current predicament. Analyzing the various conditions comprehensively, most of the other requirements were already met. Feng Chen, the possessor of the Innate Spirit, was right before them, and the clues about the Cloud Phoenix bloodline and its potential owner were also very close, practically within reach. Moreover, Feng Chen's rich experience had given him mastery of the condensation techniques, providing technical support for the plan's implementation. However, the most troublesome and perplexing problem was: where to find the crucial Tongtian Talisman? The two existing Tongtian Talismans had already been taken by Zhuang Mo; finding them now was like searching for a needle in a haystack. The treasures possessed by those sects, such as the supreme treasures of Qingli Palace, are the very foundation of their respective sects' lineages, their very basis and the key to their inheritance. How could they possibly lend them out so easily? In this dire situation, the only glimmer of hope lies in the possibility that Yaochi itself possesses a Heavenly Record. However, the crucial Taiyin Scripture has long been lost, and its whereabouts are now completely unknown. This makes the already difficult situation even more complicated and intractable, truly a headache for anyone facing.

After hearing these circumstances and analyses, Feng Chen felt utterly helpless, his heart filled with a sense of powerlessness. He had carefully considered the method suggested by Fairy Ji Yao and had to admit that, theoretically, it did have some feasibility and rationality; it seemed to have a certain degree of promise. However, there were two crucial questions he wasn't entirely confident about. First, where exactly should he search for the vital Tongtian Talisman? The closest place to West Kunlun was the Sumeru Palace, but the Buddhist sect had always been self-reliant, preferring to work in isolation and unwilling to engage in much communication or cooperation with the outside world. Feng Chen wasn't sure if they would be so generous as to lend him the precious Tongtian Talisman. Moreover, his father, Feng Wanlin, hadn't had a good relationship with the people of the Sumeru Palace. His father often said that the people of the Sumeru Palace always liked to put on airs, claiming to be saving all living beings, but in reality, whenever faced with truly important matters, they would shrink back and never dare to step forward; they were all just greedy individuals seeking personal gain. As for other sects, like Qingli Palace, they would likely be in the same boat, unlikely to easily lend the Tongtian Talisman to others. After all, the Tongtian Talisman is far too important to any sect; it's a treasure that absolutely cannot be lent out lightly, no matter how much collateral is offered. Even if they have no malicious intent, there's no guarantee that someone won't try to take advantage of it. If someone schemes and causes the Tongtian Talisman to be lost, all their previous plans will be in vain, and then it will be too late.

Since borrowing the Tongtian Talisman from various sects was essentially impossible, the Taiyin Scripture of Yaochi naturally became their last hope. However, reality dealt them a blow: the Taiyin Scripture had long been lost, and its whereabouts were now unknown, plunging Feng Chen into a dilemma. Moreover, there was an even more crucial and thorny problem: as the Golden Crow Emperor had once said, the deathly aura within the Qilin was extremely difficult to remove. This deathly aura was not merely a simple phenomenon; it concealed a complex and profound cycle of cause and effect. Anyone attempting to break free would face immense difficulties and challenges. Even those who tried to guide and resolve the problem along these causal relationships would inevitably suffer the consequences themselves. More seriously, the impact would not be limited to individuals; it would affect the entire race. In other words, if Feng Chen disturbed the deathly aura within the Qilin and lacked the ability and means to resolve the problem, the entire human race would suffer. The final outcome will likely be similar to that of the three ancient races: their people will fall into utter desolation, their vitality will steadily wane, and they may even encounter mysterious enemies and unpredictable natural disasters. Even with the White Emperor and his people having made a series of preparations in advance, so many years have passed, and various circumstances have changed drastically, making the current situation difficult to predict.