Fengyunlu

When Bai Ximo was lost in thought, his mind was like being attracted by a magnet, concentrating on recording every illusion that appeared before his eyes. He suddenly had a new understanding of the crisis faced by Fairy Ji Yao and others in Yaochi. The woman in the mysterious Taiyin Mirror might be a test that Fengchen had to go through. Although there were risks, Bai Ximo was not worried at all now. Fengchen was arranged by fate, and countless variables allowed him to be released. Those so-called conspiracies and tricks were nothing to him, and they were not worth being afraid of. It's just that this may bring some suffering to those close to him, but everyone's fate is predetermined, and no matter how hard others try, they can't change it.

So, Bai Ximo relaxed. He immediately contacted Fairy Ji Yao, sharing some news. Then, he focused on observing the illusions before him. Those illusions kept changing, always revolving around Fengchen's details, but each one was different. He seemed to see the passage of time. Thirteen years had already passed in the blink of an eye...

"Brother Fengchen, Xiaoyu believes in you. Remember, the Bai family keeps their word. No matter what happens, Xiaoyu will be with you." In the Demon Slaying Formation, Fengchen lay on the altar, looking at the sweet smile on Baiyu's face. He nodded, his heart warmed. The two little hands were tightly clasped together.

"Is this the time of the great disaster three years ago?" Bai Ximo looked in front of him, knowing that the meridian strengthening and meridian renewal process was about to begin. From the illusion, it could be seen that Feng Wanlin had finally found a solution, but just like three years ago, what would happen in the end was still unknown. The residual spirit of the Nine Nether Emperor had appeared in the illusion, and it was unknown whether his true body was in the Demon Slaying Formation. But there was one thing Bai Ximo was certain of: whether it was the world in the illusion or the world he was in, all the experiences of the Feng family, including Feng Wanlin's life legend, must have been arranged by a force long ago.

"Xiaoyu, come to your aunt, the magic circle is about to begin." At this time, a gentle call came from the illusion. Bai Yu obediently retreated to Bai Ximeng's side, staring at Fengchen intently. Fengchen also responded with a smile, and their hearts were both looking forward to a better future.

However, they didn't know this would be their last communication. A moment later, the spell began, and Fengchen lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, everything had changed. Fengsha Castle was destroyed, the Feng family was nearly extinct, her parents had died in battle, Baiyu was in a deep sleep, her mother had sacrificed her life for this final resolution...

The root of all this is that Fengchen still has a body without meridians...

"Sure enough, the deductions from this illusion are gradually closing in on Chen'er's fate. I'm sure it won't take many more times before this so-called illusion becomes the beginning of a true deduction. Perhaps Chen'er's future lies here, but I wonder if the mysteries of this place can truly reveal everything." Bai Ximo muttered to himself. This time, he truly understood the essence of the illusion. This wasn't some disorienting illusion; on the contrary, this mysterious ancient cave, this eerie lake, might finally offer the answer. By then, Bai Ximo seemed to have a clearer idea of ​​what to choose.

Everything before him continued to flow. Three years later, Fengchen still journeyed north to pay homage, and Bai Ximo still entrusted Lei Gong with his task. Similarly, Lei Gong still sensed danger and met Fengchen before him. The only difference was that this time, Fengchen possessed a profound cultivation...

The next moment, still in the Northern Frontier Desert, also in the front hall of Changfeng Garden, Lei Gong slowly stood up and said, "Alright, Xiaoyu is fine for now. What you need to do now is to grow up quickly. Remember, in this vast world, strength is everything. When you reach a certain level, the truth will find you."

In the illusion, Lei Gong didn't directly answer, but Bai Ximo had said that saving Bai Yu required either awakening the Cloud Phoenix bloodline and achieving nirvana, or using the Tongtian Scroll to restore life. However, both of these feats were incredibly difficult. Even under normal circumstances, no Cangyun Sect Saintess had awakened in countless years. Furthermore, Bai Yu was currently in a deep sleep, so while this path existed, it was inaccessible. As for the Tongtian Scroll, the illusion's Demon Slaying Formation was destroyed, revealing the Nine Netherworld Emperor's true form, harbouring a lingering resentment. Feng Wanlin and his wife risked their lives to reconcile the Tongtian Scroll with Bai Yu, and with Fairy Ji Long's life force, Bai Yu was saved, but not completely. In this deep sleep, Bai Yu was brought back to Cangyun, where it was Bai Qianyi who again sustained his life. Using his supreme cultivation and the power of the Nine Manifestations Oracle, he suppressed the Nine Netherworld's true form while forcibly extending Bai Yu's life.

Bai Qianyi had been feeling a bit off lately. The Tongtian Scroll seemed ready to escape at any moment, like a mischievous child with its own agenda. This treasure was elusive, and no one could guarantee they could keep it under control. If it ever escaped, Bai Yu's life would be in jeopardy. Consequently, Bai Ximo was anxious, traveling extensively and adventuring, just to see if there was any opportunity to help.

"It seems that we have to find a treasure to protect Xiaoyu quickly, and then you have to grow up quickly. The tricks left by your parents on the Tongtian Talisman cannot be used by others, only you can use them. That trick contains the power of Zixuan Daoji and Zhumo Dazhen, which may be able to reverse Xiaoyu's life. As for the Yunhuang bloodline, you are also aware of the difficulties of our Bai family, so don't count on it. If there is anything you don't understand, ask now, and Uncle Lei will give you the answers." Lei Gong said seriously while shaking his head.

Fengchen also knew that this matter was difficult to handle, so he nodded and continued to ask: "Chen'er does have a question."

"Go ahead." Lei Gong nodded, and the two of them chatted back and forth. The scene was quiet and disappeared soon.

Bai Ximo was puzzled. There must have been some crucial information in the conversation between the two people, so why did it suddenly disappear? Was there someone behind this?

As I pondered this, the lake began to ripple again, and the illusion gathered again. This time, it was the northern desert, quite far from Wind Sand Castle. Fengchen rushed all the way, heading straight to the southwest.

In the illusion, Fengchen had already reached the Xuan level. Although he couldn't fly yet, he was traveling at a rapid speed. He had already reached the edge of the desert, where yellow sand filled the sky for tens of thousands of miles. At this speed, he would definitely be out of the desert by tomorrow morning. But Fengchen suddenly stopped.

From the south, auras slowly drifted over. Although they were still far away, Fengchen could still sense them. His innate spirit was truly powerful. There were dozens of auras, and there were many masters. Strangely, no one noticed him, nor did anyone discover the thunder power hidden in the dark.

It seemed like the moment he showed up in the desert, the whole world knew about it. Uncle Lei was right; there were many people secretly coveting him. Fengchen knew in his heart that this was all caused by the Tongtian Talisman. Everyone must have thought that he, Fengchen, was so powerful because of the Tongtian Talisman. Otherwise, how could someone with a body without meridians reach the Xuan level in just three years?

Now in the desert, these people were testing each other, and no one wanted to be the first to stand out. After all, Fengchen had big men like Bai Ximo and Lei Gong behind him, and no one wanted to be the first to break up.

"Uncle Lei is right. Strength is the bottom line. The only way is to practice quickly. Xiaoyu doesn't have time to wait for me to take my time. Let's avoid the trouble in front of us if we can." Fengchen thought so in his heart, and immediately changed direction. He wanted to leave quickly before he was discovered.

Lei Gong had been following in secret. Seeing Feng Chen's reaction, he smiled faintly, "This kid is much smarter than Brother Feng. Although he is stubborn, he knows how to adapt. But in this desert, it doesn't matter where you hide."

As if to confirm Lei Gong's words, Feng Chen didn't go far, barely avoiding those people, when he suddenly stopped again. He sensed that a dense crowd of cultivators were rushing towards him, and there were more Heavenly Rank masters than before. Feng Chen couldn't handle such a formation now.

"Alas, you can't hide from the consequences. Let's go." Fengchen sighed. With so many cultivators, it seemed like most of the Xuanmen sects in the world had sent people here. Circling around in this desert would only waste more time. Anyway, with Uncle Lei here, there was no need to worry too much if danger arose. Fengchen made up his mind and walked straight towards those people.

"Hey, man, are you from Dafengshabao?" A young monk asked in the front of the crowd, his voice so loud that it seemed to tell the whole world that he was coming.

The people around him were stunned for a moment, then rolled their eyes at him as if he were an idiot, thinking to themselves, "Isn't this nonsense? To the north of Wind Sand Castle is the Netherworld Blood Sea. If he came from there, he's probably from a humble family. The way this guy walks doesn't seem like a Heavenly Rank master. How could a humble family not avoid so many righteous people? Has this monk gone crazy from chanting? His cultivation isn't that great, but he looks to be at a pretty high level. Everyone rolls their eyes at him, but he remains calm."

As for Fengchen, he said nothing and just walked forward silently, his meaning was very clear: "I don't know you, and I don't want to bother with you."

"Hey, friend, the master is asking you a question, why aren't you answering?" A young man in a blue-gray robe stepped out of the crowd and asked, a little unhappily. His tone carried a certain unquestionable authority, as if hinting at his unusual status.

Fengchen didn't even raise his eyelids, didn't speak, and didn't stop walking. His silence seemed to say, "I don't care about you people at all."

The young man felt a little embarrassed when he saw that he was being ignored: "Hey, kid, stop right there!"

As he spoke, the young man leaped in front of Fengchen and stretched out his hand to stop him. Fengchen was blocked and had no choice but to stop and look at the young man indifferently. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if the young man in front of him was just a nobody to him.

"Boy, what's your name?" The young man looked angry, and the more he looked at Fengchen's expressionless eyes, the angrier he became.

At the same time, the people who came with the young man began to slowly surround him, forming a vague circle. When the young man saw this, the anger on his face turned into pride.

Feng Chen glanced at the people around him, shook his head, and sneered to himself: "Haha, you ask even though you know the answer."

This statement indirectly acknowledged his identity, and everyone laughed. Only a few people looked around warily. They didn't believe Fengchen dared to come alone, and there must be a master protecting him in secret. Even if he was not a close follower of the Cangyun Sect's leader, he must be backed by a Saint-level master.

Their guess was correct. Above the clouds, Lei Gong coldly observed everything below. If these people could think of it, how could the sect leaders not have? The reason they had only sent a few Xuan-level juniors and a few Tian-level cultivators was, in part, to test the authenticity of the news and see if Feng Chen had truly reached the Xuan-level. If so, then it would be worthwhile for these old men to personally intervene. After all, the rapid development of the Jue Mai physique must be related to the Tong Tian Talisman, and the allure of the Tong Tian Talisman was not something everyone could resist.

On the other hand, Feng Chen carries the Feng family's countless inheritances. His father, Feng Wanlin, lived a legendary life, his cultivation, his good fortune, the Feng family's greatest treasure, and Feng Wanlin's numerous connections to the Purple Profound Sutra—all of which are immense temptations that make many willing to take risks. Furthermore, Feng Chen is still very weak. Even with expert protection, as long as he plans carefully and orchestrates the situation properly, even if Bai Qianyi intervenes personally, any incidents in the desert can be blamed on the Han family. Even if any clues are left behind, they can be accused of deliberately provoking trouble, or of a traitor within the family, which can be eliminated in the name of justice.

However, these people only cared about their beautiful dreams and completely ignored Feng Chen himself. They also underestimated Feng Wanlin's strength and means in leading the righteous path. They only saw Feng Wanlin being killed, but did not think about who he was facing.

The Nine Netherworld Emperor!! A supreme demon who has existed since ancient times, his bloodline is a descendant of ancient legacies. Not to mention the current Xuanmen, even in ancient times, even the Five Ancient Emperors, such as the White Emperor, were a source of immense concern. Although his true form is now trapped, with only a remnant of his spirit plotting, he is, after all, the Nine Netherworld. Faced with his infamous reputation, who dares to take chances?

Feng Wanlin was able to use his own good fortune to seal Jiuyou's true form once again, thwarting his plot. Even if he had only trapped him within the Tongtian Scroll, it was enough to demonstrate Feng Wanlin's extraordinary abilities. The demon-slaying formation he had created at that time was arguably only Feng Wanlin capable of pulling it off. If it had been anyone else in the Xuan Sect, I'm afraid the Xuan Sect, and indeed the entire world, would have been unable to plan anything now. Everyone would have been forced to struggle under Jiuyou's pressure. And that only meant Jiuyou had no purpose, otherwise, all life and everything in the world would have ceased to exist.

"The world and human nature, haha, it's always like this..." When Bai Ximo saw this, the illusion in front of him began to waver. For some reason, the picture became intermittent and it was difficult to see clearly.

Bai Ximo looked left and right, his eyes darting around in the windswept desert. Suddenly, he saw a group of people rushing towards him in front of him, as if they were trying to form a circle and trap him. At the same time, his keen intuition told him that there were several other groups of people sneaking up from three other directions, intending to surround him. Faced with this sudden danger, Bai Ximo didn't panic at all. He focused his attention on the people's movements, trying to find any flaws. However, although he could see the shadows of those people, he couldn't hear any sound, as if they were walking in a silent world. What made him even more frightened was that the scene in front of him kept getting disconnected, making it difficult for him to distinguish between real danger and false illusions.