I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

What? The scene before him left Xinghan dumbfounded, completely overturning his cognition.

Xingyun's expression and words just now were not false at all, which made him even more confused. Everything around him seemed normal, but suddenly a few rays of dazzling light condensed in the sky, hanging high above the sky. What was even more amazing was that these rays of light gathered into rectangular outlines of different colors and the same size.

Within the outline, some unclear words were written.

Rectangular tablets were suspended in the air, emitting a soft and beautiful light, as dazzling as stars. These tablets did not exist alone, but formed a circle around the stars, like a sea of ​​divine glory.

Each tablet has the name of a deity engraved on it, and the most eye-catching one is the one named "Shen Qingye".

Its light surpasses that of all other tablets, it is brilliant and sacred, as if containing endless divine power and majesty.

Above the brilliant and sacred light of the tablet of "Shen Qing Ye", Xinghan's eyes seemed to be quietly drawn by an invisible force, passing through layers of ripples of time and space.

Deep in his consciousness, he vaguely caught sight of four rays of even deeper light.

They seem to be hidden in the abyss of endless time and space, sometimes emitting a faint light from the dust of history, and sometimes quietly blending into the nothingness of the future.

These lights are different from the brightness and brilliance of other tablets. They are more restrained and profound, transcending the profundity and vastness of time and space.

They seem to be obscured by an ancient and powerful force, and only those souls who can peek into the mysteries of time and space can feel the mysterious fluctuations coming from them.

An indescribable throbbing surged in Xinghan's heart, as if he had touched some existence beyond the boundaries of time and space.

This existence seems to be closely connected with the moving clouds, this small courtyard on earth, and even the mysteries of the entire universe.

He tightly grasped the stone in his hand, an uncontrollable tremor running through his body.

Behind these obscure lights, there must be deeper and more ancient secrets hidden.

And these secrets may be able to reveal some of the most mysterious powers and truths in this world.

Perhaps, even the most familiar world of "Traveling with the Phoenix" has deep, never-revealed secrets.

After observing for a long time, Xinghan realized that these four rays of light were slightly different from the phantoms of the ancient god's tablets.

Although the light was extremely flexible and shuttled through the space of heaven and earth like an elf, it was never able to condense into a specific form.

They are not bound by anything and dance freely in the void, emitting an indescribable aura of coldness and transcendence.

He guessed that this might be the remaining source of power from known or unknown ancient gods who had fallen. Over the long years, although their abilities had dissipated, the source of their power was still preserved in some form, and even merged and combined into its original appearance.

"Huh? Weird!" Thinking of this, Xinghan's gaze suddenly fixed, and his heart was shaken.

Could it be that there are some profound thoughts hidden here that he has overlooked?

Among these four rays of light, a ray of white light appears particularly unique, white, snow-white, silver-white, and translucent throughout.

There is a slight green tint around it, as if it contains some kind of vitality and vigor.

This ray of light seems to have some subtle connection with Xinghan's heartbeat.

The light flickered, just like the feeling of his heart beating.

He stared at the light, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy and familiarity in his heart.

Xinghan felt that there seemed to be an indescribable connection between himself and the white light, as if there was some kind of resonance between the depths of his soul and the light.

He tried to touch the light with his mind, to sense the power and secrets it contained. As his consciousness gradually deepened, he seemed to see a vague and ancient picture. It was a world full of vitality and vigor, full of green and vitality. And in the center of the picture, it was this white light with green, which seemed to be the core and soul of this world.

Just as Xinghan's thoughts surged like the tide, trying to unravel the mystery behind the four rays of light, the unique white light suddenly moved.

It flew slowly and quietly towards the direction of the stars, as if it had consciousness.

Xinghan held his breath and stared at the light, feeling inexplicably excited and nervous.

"Coming towards me?" An idea emerged in Xinghan's mind, that is, to face the light and stand still, he would be safe.

This was an experience and courage he had never had in his short 33 years...

Why not give it a try?!

Anyway, in the world of Yu Feng Xing, you can be reborn even if you die. After all, this is a fairy tale novel...

Xinghan was away for only a moment, and the white light flew closer and closer, and finally surrounded Xinghan's body, like a soft band of light, gently wrapping him.

Xinghan felt a warm and mysterious power coming from the light, penetrating into his skin and flowing into his blood.

The music I heard earlier echoed in my ears more deeply and more realistically.

Someone was playing the piano, and the sound was so pure and contained such deep spiritual power that Xinghan was certain that this person was no ordinary person.

At the moment when the white light faintly surrounded the stars, his whole body seemed to have undergone a mysterious transformation.

The originally deep and calm eyes now began to sparkle with golden light, as if there were two balls of burning flames dancing in the depths of the pupils.

The golden light was not dazzling, but gentle and bright.

Xinghan’s golden pupils seemed to resonate with the light, or perhaps became the light.

The light of the golden pupil became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to penetrate Xinghan's eye sockets and shoot straight into the endless void.

Under the illumination of this light, Xinghan's skin also glowed with a faint white light, as if shrouded in a layer of sacred light.

Xinghan's figure became more and more upright, and as his golden pupils flashed, he seemed to feel that part of his soul was quietly moving and merging with this vast mountain and land.

His consciousness seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space and began to travel to every corner of this world.

He seemed to have transformed into a breeze, passing over the mountains and across the deep canyons, feeling the grandeur and magnificence of nature.

His footprints are all over forests, grasslands, deserts and lakes, and each place leaves traces of his soul.

During this journey, Xinghan seemed to have some kind of wonderful resonance with this land. He could feel the pulse of the earth, hear the breathing of the mountains and rivers, and even touch the stories and memories hidden in every piece of land.

He has traveled through bustling cities, felt the hustle and bustle of the world, and visited remote villages, experiencing the tranquility and simplicity. He has witnessed the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows of the world, and seems to have established a deep connection with every living being on this earth.

During this journey, Xinghan's heart also experienced unprecedented changes and the shocks brought by the changes.

When his consciousness returned to his body, Xinghan felt as if he had experienced a baptism of the soul.

However, just as Xinghan was immersed in the gentle embrace of this power, the white light suddenly became sharp.

That ray of white light, like an invisible sword that condensed the essence of heaven and earth, instantly cut through the silent night sky, and pierced Xinghan's heart with lightning speed and precision...