Fengyunlu

The Mysterious Sect! When these two words appeared in Bai Ximo's mind, it felt as if these two simple words were a mysterious black hole, hiding countless unknown secrets and stories that had been accumulated over the years. This made Bai Ximo's heart churn like a stormy sea, and she could not calm down for a long time.

"Haha, Xuanmen!" Bai Ximo suddenly let out a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with bitterness and a sense of relief. For so many years, his heart had been tormented by the affairs of Xuanmen, like a tangled mess tightly wrapped around his mind, causing him immense pain. But now, that mess had finally been untangled. Those questions that had constantly swirled in his mind, those various conjectures about Xuanmen, now all had clear answers.

What Xuanmen, what worldly order? In Bai Ximo's eyes, these were all heavy burdens! To many, Xuanmen might be a sacred and inviolable symbol, a powerful force protecting the entire world, but in Bai Ximo's eyes, it was like an incredibly heavy shackle, tightly binding people's thoughts and turning the originally peaceful and harmonious world into chaos.

Bai Ximo gazed silently at the dreamlike illusion before him, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion, yet also a sense of sudden enlightenment. He finally understood that the so-called Xuanmen (mysterious sect) might just be wishful thinking. The Dao of Heaven has its unchanging laws, but it also has unpredictable moments; following the natural order is the true path. That change in the Great Dao might merely be a catalyst, and the appearance of Xuanmen perfectly aligned with so-called destiny. It was as if fate had already ordained it; Xuanmen appeared in this world at a specific time, bringing about a series of immense changes.

Thus, the Azure Emperor came into being. From then on, the entire world was turned upside down by the Xuanmen (Mysterious Sect), and the former tranquility was never to be found again. If the Xuanmen had not appeared in the first place, perhaps humanity would still be content with the status quo, thriving and multiplying on this land, just as it was in the past. Perhaps this was also the original intention of the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, who could possess such profound wisdom to orchestrate the unpredictable schemes hidden behind the so-called Xuanmen? The appearance of the Xuanmen was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples and breaking the original tranquility.

Specifically, the Five Emperors of antiquity simultaneously transcended, preceded by the Azure Emperor who severed the celestial cycle. Afterwards, the Xuanmen (mysterious sects) were rife with conflict, including disputes over the Great Dao and battles between good and evil. The root of all this is said to be the unpredictability of the human heart, but upon closer examination, who can guarantee that this isn't an arrangement of the Heavenly Dao? The complexity and fickleness of the human heart, coupled with the mystery and impermanence of the Heavenly Dao, makes the entire situation even more enigmatic and unfathomable.

Like the illusion before him, figures intertwined, dragons and snakes danced, and various scenes shifted unpredictably, dazzling the eye. But ultimately, Bai Ximo couldn't be sure if all of this was truly an illusion. The world is unpredictable; this illusion might simply be the result of the ever-changing workings of the primordial Dao. Otherwise, the mysteries of this place, even in Bai Ximo's view, were beyond the reach of the current Xuanmen, or even the ancient Xuanmen, or even the Bai family's ancestor, the White Emperor. Now, even all the figures were identical, the only difference being their experiences within the illusion. This illusion was like a mirror, clearly reflecting different life trajectories and destinies.

Perhaps this is just an experiment, but ultimately, no result can be predicted, so we can only relinquish control and let things develop on their own. Otherwise, if the Way of Heaven is impure, how could it possibly evolve the entire universe? It's like a grand game of chess, with the Way of Heaven silently manipulating everything behind the scenes, while humanity can only cautiously grope its way forward within this game.

Bai Ximo finally realized that the illusions before him were all false, but if he firmly believed in them, then the so-called illusions would become reality. This is the meaning of "when illusion is made to look fake, falsehood becomes truth; truth lies within illusion, illusion is not pure." His life, filled with countless possibilities, was born with an innate spirit that inherently carries both fortune and misfortune, and its intentions are mostly true and deliberate. Therefore, his future development not only concerns the Feng and Bai families, but also the entire Xuanmen sect, and even the entire world; everything will be affected by his every move. Feng Chen is like a crucial chess piece; every choice he makes has the potential to change the entire situation.

Therefore, this illusion itself is likely a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao, and the opportunity to escape and the challenges one will face in the future may have already been foreshadowed within it. If this is the case, then arriving here is not a matter of being trapped, but rather a tremendous opportunity. It is like a severe test; only by passing this test can one gain greater opportunities and power.

Bai Ximo's understanding was profound, and his idea wasn't without merit. At least, the illusions he observed upon entering this place—the mysterious palace and the man resembling the White Emperor slaying enemies across the heavens—both vaguely hinted at some earth-shattering secret. How does the universe operate? How do humans survive? What are the constant and the impermanent? What lies behind all these mysteries? These questions, like a fog, shrouded Bai Ximo's mind, making him eager to uncover the truth.

Bai Ximo didn't understand, nor did he need to. He firmly believed one thing: he knew his own capabilities. Even the current Xuanmen sect couldn't fathom its depths, let alone the so-called Zhou Tian behind the illusion. Therefore, he would carefully study this illusion, at least roughly memorizing it. If he could escape this place in the future, and if fate and destiny brought Feng Chen and Bai Yu here again, even if the illusion disappeared, he could use his primordial spirit to internalize what he saw and heard. As for how much he could comprehend, that depended on fate; Bai Ximo couldn't predict it. He only did his best, which was the greatest benefit this place brought him. He was like a seeker of knowledge, diligently searching for answers within this illusion. Even if he only gained a little insight, it would be invaluable to him.

Thinking of all this, Bai Ximo focused intently, silently memorizing every illusion before him. As for the crisis at Yaochi where Fairy Ji Yao and the others were, Bai Ximo immediately understood through this illusion that the mysterious woman in the Taiyin Mirror might not be a bad experience for Feng Chen. No longer worried about danger, Bai Ximo no longer felt any concern. Feng Chen was born of destiny, and these countless transformations had unleashed him. He had no need to fear or be afraid of mere schemes. It might cause hardship for those close to him, but everyone has their own destiny, and no one can change it. He believed Feng Chen was capable of handling these challenges, just as he believed a seed would eventually grow strong in the wind and rain.

Therefore, Bai Ximo relaxed his mind, and with a thought, he called out to Fairy Ji Yao to send a message. After that, he focused on observing what was happening before him. At this time, the illusion continued to move and revolve, always revolving around everything in Feng Chen's life. However, the events were not all the same. In one glance, the flow of time was so fast that thirteen years had already passed... The illusion was like a movie that was playing continuously, showing Feng Chen's different stages of life and experiences, while Bai Ximo was like an audience member, quietly watching all of this happen.

"Brother Fengchen, Xiaoyu truly and sincerely believes in you. You must remember that. We Bai family always keep our word and will never break our promise. No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, no matter what happens, Xiaoyu will always stand firmly by your side, and that will never change." Inside the magnificent yet subtly dangerous Demon-Slaying Array, Fengchen lay quietly on the altar. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze tenderly fixed on Baiyu's sweet smile. He felt a warm glow in his heart, as if a warm current was flowing through him, and his eyes welled up with tears. He nodded gently, his small hands unconsciously clenching tightly, as if this would encourage both himself and Baiyu.

"Is this the same place where the catastrophe happened three years ago?" Bai Ximo stared intently at everything unfolding before him, his eyes revealing deep worry and deep contemplation. He knew perfectly well that the Meridian Renewal Technique was about to begin. Judging from the illusion before him, Feng Wanlin seemed to have found a way to save everyone. However, everything was developing exactly the same as three years ago, and no one could say for sure what the final outcome would be. Moreover, the remnant soul of the Nine Netherworld Emperor had appeared prematurely in this illusion, but whether it was real or hidden within the Demon-Slaying Array was still unclear. However, there was one thing Bai Ximo was now certain of. Whether it was this seemingly illusory illusion or the real world, all the misfortunes that the Feng family had suffered, including Feng Wanlin's legendary life, were definitely orchestrated by someone in the shadows. It was all a meticulously planned conspiracy.

"Xiaoyu, come to Auntie's side, the magic array is about to start." A gentle voice called out from the illusion. Upon hearing this, Bai Yu obediently retreated to Bai Ximeng's side. Her eyes were fixed on Feng Chen, filled with concern and expectation. Feng Chen smiled and responded to her. Their hearts were filled with longing for a bright future, as if they could already see the image of happiness in their minds—a warm and beautiful scene.

No one expected that this would be their last interaction. Soon after, the spellcasting began. The magic circle activated, its light flashing brightly. Feng Chen felt dizzy and disoriented; a wave of intense vertigo washed over him, and he lost consciousness. When he awoke, everything familiar had changed. Wind Sand Fortress had been utterly destroyed in a brutal battle; the once-thriving Feng family was almost wiped out; his parents had tragically perished in the battle; Bai Yu lay in eternal sleep; and his mother had even made a tremendous sacrifice with her own life…

The root of all this tragedy, upon closer examination, lies in Feng Chen's desperate, broken body. It was as if fate had played an extremely cruel joke on him, subjecting him to such a heavy blow, the pain and sorrow deeply etched into his heart.

"Indeed, this illusion is gradually drawing closer to Chen'er's fate. At this rate, it won't be long before this so-called illusion becomes the true beginning of the deduction. Perhaps Chen'er's future lies hidden within this, but I wonder what secrets it holds, and whether it can reveal the truth of the world," Bai Ximo muttered to himself. This time, he truly understood the meaning of the illusion. This wasn't a bewildering illusion, but rather like a mysterious ancient cave or an eerie lake, which might ultimately provide the answer he sought. At that time, how should he choose? Bai Ximo seemed to have some vague ideas in his mind, though they weren't entirely clear yet.

Everything before him was still changing. Three years later, Feng Chen walked alone northward to pay respects to his deceased relatives. His steps were heavy yet resolute, his eyes filled with sorrow and unyielding spirit. Bai Ximo entrusted Lei Gong to Feng Chen, hoping that Lei Gong could protect him and guide him on his path of cultivation. Lei Gong also keenly sensed the danger and arrived at the agreed location before Feng Chen, before officially meeting him. The difference was that this time Feng Chen possessed the power of Xuanxiu. His temperament was very different from before; his eyes held more confidence and determination, as if he had become more mature after experiencing many things.

"Uncle Lei, how did my father know that the array diagram was the general outline of the Tongtian Talisman?" Feng Chen looked at Lei Gong with a puzzled expression, his mind filled with questions that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time without being answered.

"This... I really don't know." Lei Gong frowned, a helpless expression on his face. He also wanted to help Feng Chen solve this mystery, but he genuinely lacked the information, which he found regrettable.

"How did the poor family know exactly what my father did?" Feng Chen asked, his eyes gleaming with thought. He was trying to find the answer from the existing clues and hoped to uncover the truth behind it all.

"I don't know either." Lei Gong shook his head, his eyes filled with guilt. He felt guilty for not being able to give Feng Chen a satisfactory answer.

Feng Chen fell silent. He lowered his head and thought seriously, trying to unravel these complicated relationships and hoping to find a clue from these seemingly incomprehensible things.

"Who was it three years ago who spread the word that all the sects would arrive at the Northern Frontier at the same time?" Feng Chen looked up again, his eyes fixed on Lei Gong, filled with longing, hoping to get useful information to solve the mystery in his heart.

"I don't know either." Lei Gong sighed. He also felt regretful that he couldn't help Feng Chen and felt that he hadn't fulfilled his due responsibility.

"Then..." Feng Chen wanted to ask more, but he suddenly didn't know what to ask. He felt a little lost and didn't know where to start looking for the answer.

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