Fengyunlu

Speaking of which, behind Feng Wanlin and his wife, there was a girl in white. Although she had no cultivation at all, she looked like a jade sculpture, with eyes as bright as stars, and a faint aura of holiness and spirituality emanated from her. Her face was filled with sadness and resentment. This girl was called Bai Yu, the daughter of Bai Ximo, the leader of the Cangyun Sect in the South China Sea, and Fengchen's childhood sweetheart and fiancée. However, she had not yet officially married. Besides, Bai Ximo, the leader of the Cangyun Sect, was the older brother of Fengchen's mother, Bai Ximeng. Bai Yu was one month younger than Fengchen, so they were still cousins. Bai Yu was sent to Fengsha Castle from a young age to be raised by Bai Ximeng. She grew up with Fengchen and had a very deep relationship. Now that Fengchen had been possessed by another spirit, in addition to her sadness, her eyes also revealed a sense of determination. She stared at the ancient scroll above everyone's heads, as if she was pondering something, or making a decision.

"How could such a tiny flame possibly comprehend the great light of the heavens... Eh? It's you... But alas, I must leave." The Nine Netherworld Emperor, who had taken over Fengchen's body, hadn't finished his words when he suddenly caught sight of Bai Yu. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he uttered something puzzling. He then looked up at the scroll, then turned and gazed toward the distant northern horizon, as if preparing to fly away.

But Feng Wanlin and the others had no intention of letting him go. Before Jiuyou could move, Feng Wanlin sliced ​​his fingertips. With a shudder, three drops of blood shot straight up above Jiuyou's head. Suddenly, a sealing force even stronger than before descended like a tidal wave. Countless lines of blue and white light emerged from the ground beneath the boy's feet, spreading like spider webs into the distance, soaring into the sky, and finally returning to the courtyard, enveloping the entire fortress and trapping everyone.

It was obvious that the young man had tried to leave several times, but was stopped each time. This joint ambush finally made him angry. "Hahaha, thank you all for helping me escape. It's a pity that you don't know how to cherish your lives. Don't blame me then." With that, he flashed, his right hand transformed into a sharp claw, carrying a hint of demonic energy, and rushed straight towards the middle-aged man in the lead. He was so fast that he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the young man's aggressive attack, the middle-aged man didn't dare to be careless. He blocked with his left hand, protecting the beautiful middle-aged woman beside him and the young girl behind him. Then, with a flick of his right spear, he thrust it straight into the young man's palm. With this thrust, the man used all his strength. With a loud bang, the young man didn't move, but was thrown back six or seven steps. His blood and qi surged, and his vital energy was not flowing smoothly. It was obvious that he had suffered a great loss.

Seeing that the man was not defeated by his attack, the young man looked down at his hands, seemed a little surprised, shook his head, and said lightly: "It's still too bad." Then he looked up, pointed at the girl behind him, and asked the man: "Your last name is Feng, right? What's your relationship with this child?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take it." The man stabbed the boy again, but he was instantly at a disadvantage and could only defend himself, unable to fight back. Seeing this, the people around him hurried forward to help. The middle-aged woman settled the girl behind her and joined the fight. More than a dozen people surrounded the boy and started fighting again.

"Don't be afraid of hurting anyone. Feng'er's soul is already shattered. What's the point of keeping his body?" The man saw that everyone was fighting fiercely, but he didn't dare to kill, knowing that everyone wanted to save the boy's life. But he knew that if this continued, no one would survive, so he reluctantly ordered everyone to use killing moves and not to worry about the boy's life. When these words came out, everyone was stunned, with sad faces, but they also understood that this was the truth. They didn't dare to kill, but the boy didn't have this concern. If they continued fighting like this, no one would survive. So everyone changed from defense to offense, no longer just sealing off the boy like before, but took out their weapons and rushed towards the boy. At the same time, the sad eyes of the girl in white next to him gradually became firm, as if she had made some important decision. She took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the besieged boy...

The place Lei Gong was desperately trying to reach was the renowned Desert Wind Sand Castle. Amidst this fierce battle, the young Fengchen, once Feng Wanlin's only child, was tragically possessed by the ancient demon Emperor Jiuyouming, thus becoming no longer his true Fengchen. He was engaged by none other than the Feng family of the Desert Wind Sand Castle. The middle-aged couple leading them were Fengchen's parents, Feng Wanlin and his wife Bai Ximeng, the castle's lords. The others were all heroes of the Feng family, Feng Wanlin's peers. The young woman in white next to him was Bai Yu, the daughter of Bai Ximo, the leader of the Cangyun Sect of the South China Sea. Because Bai Ximo and Fengchen's mother, Bai Ximeng, were siblings, Bai Yu was Fengchen's cousin, only a month younger. The two young men were also related: they had been betrothed since childhood, their lives sealed. The reason why Fengchen was possessed by the ancient demon Nine Netherworld Emperor was because he was born with blocked meridians, and everyone had to build up his meridians and continue his blood circulation.

Thirteen years ago, Fengsha Fort, which had defended the desert for over three hundred years and guarded the northern border's demon-slaying formation, welcomed a moment of great joy: the birth of their beloved son, Fengchen, the son of the fort's lord, Feng Wanlin, and his wife, after ten months of pregnancy. He was born a congenital spirit, a rarity among ordinary people. At birth, ordinary people's souls are not tangible, but rather a chaotic, hazy mass of spiritual energy inhabiting their sea of ​​consciousness. At this time, they are naive, possessing only instinctive perceptions of their parents and lacking any discernible awareness of the outside world. As they grow older, this soul energy gradually solidifies into a physical form, allowing them to understand human principles and comprehend all things. Congenital spirits, however, are different. They are born as tangible souls residing in their sea of ​​consciousness, capable of communicating with heaven and earth and precognizing the great Dao. Throughout history, those born with congenital spirits, though rare, have always been remarkable figures. Legend even claims that the ancient god Baidi, the ancestor of the Cangyun Sect, was a congenital spirit incarnated into the human world. Therefore, he has been the master of Xuantian since childhood, and because of this, he eventually broke through the nine heavens and transcended heaven and earth. Now that this innate spirit Fengchen has been born in Fengsha Castle, this is the glory of the entire Feng family and the hope for the future.

However, fate's unpredictable will and twisted destiny have forced Fengchen, a child of innate spiritual power, to be born without meridians. This refers to a person born without any meridians. Within the various sects of the Xuan Sect, whether righteous or wicked, anyone seeking to cultivate the Dao must first draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their body, storing it in their Dantian (Dantian), transforming it into True Essence (Zhen Yuan). This energy then flows through the eight extraordinary meridians and throughout the body, tempering the body and achieving the Great Dao. However, the absence of meridians means the inability to practice any Xuan Sect techniques. This is tantamount to being cut off from the Heavenly Dao, abandoned by the heavens, destined for a life of mediocrity and a mortal rebirth. This would be fine for an ordinary child, a mortal struggling to make ends meet without practicing the mysteries of the Xuan Sect. However, within the Xuan Sect, the absence of meridians is a profound tragedy, especially for a child of innate spiritual power.

For all the various sects of Taoism, both righteous and wicked, seeking to cultivate the Dao requires the fundamental requirement of drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, storing it in the dantian (Dantian), transforming it into true essence, which then flows through the eight extraordinary meridians and every part of the body, tempering the body and achieving the Great Dao. However, without meridians, one cannot practice any cultivation techniques, which is equivalent to being cut off from the Dao of Heaven, abandoned by the heavens, and destined for a life of mediocrity and mortal rebirth.

Upon hearing this tragic news, Fengchen's mother, Bai Ximeng, was heartbroken, and Feng Wanlin was overcome with guilt. The couple felt they had brought ruin upon their child. Feng Wanlin subsequently traveled the world, searching for a solution, but for over a decade, he found nothing. Though numerous experts abounded, none could overcome this congenital defect. A severed meridian remained, and no one could help. In his despair, Feng Wanlin somehow learned that the Tongtian Scroll, the core of the Northern Frontier Demon-Slaying Formation he guarded, possessed the miraculous power of strengthening meridians and renewing blood vessels. Legend has it that the Tongtian Scroll was a miraculous scroll bestowed upon the human world by the Heavenly Dao in distant times, containing divine secrets and the power to seize the Great Dao. It was through this Scroll that the ancestors of the human race gained understanding of the Heavenly Dao, gained its methods, and founded the Xuan Sect. This allowed the human race to thrive and prosper amidst the ravages of ancient legacies and constant natural disasters. Given the power of the Tongtian Scroll, the foundation of the Xuan Sect, it was clear that simply strengthening meridians and renewing blood vessels was no problem.

Feng Wanlin was overjoyed, but at the same time, he was a little worried. Although the Tongtian Talisman was powerful, the only thing that could truly support the Demon-Slaying Formation was the general outline. The other parts of the Tongtian Talisman had long been scattered everywhere during the great battles between good and evil. Except for a few chapters that still had clues, the others were nowhere to be found. Now we only had to rely on one general outline, and no one could guarantee that it was enough. Not to mention that there was also the Nine Netherworld Emperor under pressure. If something went wrong, that guy might just pop out. The current Xuanmen was far inferior to the masters of the past. If they couldn't stop it, the people of the world would suffer. Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng pondered over it over and over again, and also discussed it with the brothers in Fengsha Castle, but they still had no definite idea.

Wind Sand Castle has stood firm in the desert for three hundred years, protecting the people of the north and earning their respect. But behind this respect lies the loneliness and solitude endured by everyone in the castle. They are willing to sacrifice their own happiness for this land.

Sixteen years ago, Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng finally welcomed a son, a son they named Fengchen. When the child was born, a miraculous sight appeared in the sky: a beam of light descended from the heavens, piercing the entire universe, tearing through the blood-red clouds, and finally entering Bai Ximeng's belly. Fengchen's birth was marked by this earth-shattering vision. But this child, destined to shake the world, had a fate both blessed and cursed. Fengchen, this child of innate spiritual power, unexpectedly possessed a physique that blocked his meridians—a historical first. The couple's joy was short-lived, then they fell into despair.

A physique with blocked meridians meant Fengchen's meridians were blocked, preventing him from absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for cultivation. In the world of cultivation, this was a major problem. Even if his starting point was high, this physique made it difficult for him to embark on the path of cultivation, let alone reach that legendary realm.

Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng searched for famous doctors and eccentrics everywhere, hoping to cure Feng Chen's blocked pulse constitution. They traveled to every corner of the Xuanmen, from the bustling Central Plains to the remote frontier, from high mountains to deep valleys, but each time they left with hope, they returned disappointed.

Fengchen grew up slowly. Although he could not practice cultivation, his brain was very sharp and he was full of curiosity and desire to explore the world. He often sat alone on the wall of Fengsha Castle, gazing at the boundless desert and the distant starry sky, his heart filled with yearning for the unknown world.

Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng looked at their son's eager eyes, feeling both happy and helpless. They knew Fengchen couldn't follow the cultivation path they expected, but they also hoped that Fengchen could find his own way and live a wonderful life in a world full of challenges and opportunities.

In order to help Fengchen better adapt to this world, Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng began to teach him some basic knowledge and the principles of dealing with people. They understood that even if he could not practice, with extensive knowledge and good moral character, Fengchen could still gain a foothold in this world.

Fengchen learned rapidly, not only mastering a wide range of knowledge but also demonstrating a remarkable level of understanding. He began to apply his knowledge to understand the world and explore its unknown mysteries. He discovered that even if he couldn't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he could still comprehend some of the laws of nature and the philosophy of life through observation and reflection.

Along the way, Fengchen met like-minded friends. Although they couldn't cultivate, they shared common aspirations and ideals. Together, they explored knowledge, shared daily life, and envisioned a bright future. The presence of these friends brought Fengchen warmth and strength, and strengthened his faith.

However, Fengchen's fate seemed unwilling to remain peaceful. On his sixteenth birthday, an unexpected visitor arrived at Fengsha Castle. This man, dressed in a black robe and with a gloomy face, claimed he knew how to cure Fengchen's imperfect meridians, but only if Fengsha Castle performed a favor. This matter was of grave importance; a failure could spell disaster for Fengsha Castle.

Feng Wanlin and Bai Ximeng looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't know whether the black-robed man's words were true or false, nor did they know what he was going to do. But they knew that this might be Feng Chen's only chance. So, they decided to have a deep conversation with the black-robed man to see if they could find a solution acceptable to both parties.

Oh, I didn't expect Chen'er to fall into our Bai family's trap. What a surprise! It seems that this illusion has calculated all the situations. Thinking about the previous illusions, they must have also foreshadowed the development of certain things. So, every illusion hides the mystery of its transformation. Bai Ximo's eyes went dark, and all the illusions disappeared. He began to feel confused.

However, Bai Ximo was a big shot, and he could quickly see through the key to many things: "This illusion is full of truth and falsehood. Sometimes it seems to be able to predict the future, but in the final analysis, it is just imagination. In this case, the so-called eternal impermanence of the universe and all worlds may have nothing to do with this illusion. The most likely possibility is that this mysterious lake or ancient cave may be hiding or sleeping a big shot whose identity we don't know. Although we can't guess who he is, the illusion before us may be a reflection of his dream. But..."

Bai Ximo stopped mid-sentence, remembering that, aside from those gifted aliens of ancient times, the ability to transform dreams into reality was rare. But now, even he himself was trapped in this illusion, and he had no idea how it was created. Such an ability was simply unbelievable to Bai Ximo. Because of this, he began to suspect that he might not be the only one in this mysterious ancient cave.