In the deepest hinterland of Shenzong, the man dressed in white who often played chess by himself in Tingxuan in the lake slowly stood up, his figure disappeared as he walked, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Not far from the pavilion in the lake, there is a palace surrounded by countless mysterious runes. Each rune shines with dazzling light, like chains, sealing the palace.
A man dressed in white appeared in front of the palace gate at this moment.
He stretched out a finger and made a stroke in the air, and a golden rune appeared, echoing the runes surrounding the palace, seeming to have some kind of magical resonance.
Along with a rumbling sound, the simple and heavy palace door slowly opened on its own.
The man in white walked in expressionlessly. The space inside the palace was not as dark as imagined. On the contrary, it was as bright as day. Luminous pearls as big as a baby's head were embedded everywhere, filling the room with a soft glow.
Looking up, there was a futon in the center of the palace, with a woman in purple sitting cross-legged on it.
The appearance of the woman in purple is not too outstanding, but her whole person exudes a special temperament, like an otherworldly fairy, not of this world.
From the four corners of the palace, four chains formed by golden runes extend and penetrate the body of the woman in purple. It seems to be some kind of powerful restriction that binds her here.
Eighteen years ago, the saint Youran dressed in purple became famous all over the world, and countless young talents from Dongzhou flocked to her. It was a fascinating memory.
Next to the woman in purple clothes, a man in ordinary clothes was chatting and joking with her. Even when the sound of the palace door opening came, the two of them ignored it, and neither of them turned their eyes to the man in white clothes who walked in.
"He's here." The man in white said softly, his voice clearly echoing in the space of the palace.
As soon as he said this, the back of the man who was joking with the woman in purple suddenly trembled.
"Dongji Yunfeng, what do you want? Come to me if you can!" The man turned his head and stared at the man in white.
This man is none other than Ye Feng’s father, Ye Qin!
"If the Soul of the Void was in you, do you think you could survive until now?" the man in white said expressionlessly.
"Dongji Yunfeng, you are now the Holy Master of the Shen Sect. You must pay attention to your identity and words. Ye Qin is your brother-in-law!" the woman in purple said with a frown.
"Dongji Youran, I have always acknowledged you as my sister, but I have never acknowledged this so-called brother-in-law. How worthy is he?" A sneer appeared in the expressionless eyes of the man in white.
"But no matter what, Feng'er is my flesh and blood, do you really want to put him to death?" Dongji looked at the Holy Lord's younger brother quietly and said.
"For your sake, I will try my best to save his life." The young Shenzong Holy Master said indifferently.
After the words fell, he turned around and walked out of the palace dressed in white, without looking back, and said: "Sister, it's been eighteen years, and you still don't regret it?"
There was no sound coming from behind, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Dongji Yunfeng's mouth. He had asked this question for eighteen years, and silence had always been his response.
There was a sound of footsteps suddenly, and Ye Qin's body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the palace gate at an extremely fast speed.
Buzz!
A golden rune flew towards him, and Ye Qin flew back with a bang.
"Do you want to save your son? Now that you are only at the Martial King level, you are nothing more than a waste. You will stay here and die of old age!"
Dongji Yunfeng, dressed in white, walked out of the palace, and the heavy door closed with a rumble.
"Dongji Yunfeng! You have to die!" In the palace, Ye Qin banged his fist on the heavy palace door like crazy, but he couldn't shake it at all.
Dressed in white, he walked away without looking back. No one can look back since eighteen years ago.
At the same time, in an inconspicuous small courtyard on the outskirts of Shenzong, Ye Feng's cultivation level was about to rise from the peak of King Wu to a whole new level.
The realm of King Wu opens up the Sea of Consciousness of the Purple Mansion, while the realm of King Wu opens up the Purple Mansion and the Sea of Consciousness, and the order is clear.
Zifu Niwan Palace is the place where the soul lives, and the Sea of Consciousness is the place where memories are carried.
Gray chaos filled the sea of consciousness, and wisps of purple energy filled the air. Ye Feng was immersed in the operation of the technique. The Heaven-Seizing Cauldron continuously spurted out majestic energy. His physical body was growing, and his soul was also growing.
is getting stronger.
The word 'emperor' in Martial Emperor represents nobility, and complements the purple energy. More and more purple energy appears in the sea of consciousness, and wisps of it gather at the center of the sea of consciousness, blending together.
It turned into a purple air ball that kept spinning like a whirlpool.
The purple air mass is constantly changing, more and more purple air is gathering from all directions in the sea of consciousness, and the purple air is getting thicker.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the purple air mass disappeared and was replaced by a palace-like building filled with purple air that appeared in the center of the sea of consciousness.
The gate of the palace is closed, which is the Niwan Palace, that is, the Zifu.
Ye Feng's Void Spirit stepped forward, and with every step he took, there would be a surge of earth, water, and fire under his feet. He came to the closed door of Niwan Palace Zi Mansion, spread out his hands, and pushed hard.
"Rumble..."
Like a dull thunderous sound, it echoed in the empty and silent space of the sea of consciousness. He slowly pushed the door of Zi Mansion open, and an aura full of endless mystery and mystery rushed towards his face.
The Void Soul stepped into Zifu Niwan Palace and sat cross-legged.
The Heaven-capturing Cauldron and the Creation Furnace flew in, floating one on the left and one on the right beside Yuanshen. Zi Mansion, which was still shaking a little unstable, instantly calmed down.
Whoosh!
A green beam of light flew over and arrived at the gate of Zi Mansion in an instant. Ye Feng saw the broken jade furnace next to him, opened the lid of the furnace, directly put the green beam of light into the furnace, and suppressed it.
Sonorous sounds continued to reverberate in the furnace of creation, a green beam of light manifested a rune in the furnace, and a vague figure walked out of the rune.
"Master Jiuyang, after all, you are also an invincible strong man more than 30 million years ago. You are plotting against me, a little person, one after another. Is it interesting?" Ye Feng's voice came into the furnace.
"It turns out that you have already discovered that the skills you practice are indeed extraordinary." The vague figure spoke softly.
Hearing this, Ye Feng knew that the Master of Jiuyang had discovered that the technique he practiced was different from other techniques.
After thinking about it, Ye Feng's heart became even colder. The reason Lord Jiuyang was able to discover it was most likely because he had peeked into his own memory when he helped him fuse the remnant soul of the War Dragon God!
Having someone spy on your memory is an untouchable threat to any warrior!
"boom!"
With a thought in Ye Feng's mind, the blazing fire of creation suddenly rose in the jade furnace of creation, and the flames were like blooming green lotuses, surging towards the incarnation of the mark of Lord Nine Suns and the spell-breaking runes.
"Young man, we will meet again. Your technique does not seem to belong to this world. I am very interested in it."
The incarnation of this mark of Lord Jiuyang suddenly laughed and allowed the fire of creation to submerge him and refine him into nothingness.
"The power of creation? Interesting, interesting..."
puff!
The mark of Master Jiuyang dissipated into nothingness, and the spell-breaking runes dimmed instantly, suspended in the space inside the Jade Furnace of Creation.
Ye Feng's face was ashen. He didn't know how much of his memories the Master of Nine Suns had snooped on.
"Master, don't worry. No one can pry into the memory of the heaven-overcoming creation skill, unless it is someone who has reached the level of a saint." The voice of the creation spirit came slowly.
Ye Feng felt a little relieved after hearing this.
But this time, he took the opportunity of breaking through to the Martial Emperor realm to refine the mark left by the Master of Nine Suns. The two sides were at odds with each other, offending such a powerful man who was invincible in the world in ancient times. For Ye Feng,
It's definitely not a good thing.
After taking out the spell-breaking runes from the creation furnace, Ye Feng didn't look very good.
Compared with the creation chapter of the Supreme Way, the martial arts insights explained in this law-breaking rune are already useless. Once his supreme body and supreme soul are cultivated, he can break all the laws of the heavens. In comparison,
, the method of breaking the law in this rune is just a heresy that is not worth mentioning.
However, the martial arts in this spell-breaking rune was left by the master of Jiuyang after all. If you understand it thoroughly, you can break most of the martial arts and magical powers in the world. It can be regarded as a piece of magic in Jiuyang Continent.
Treasure.
Now that Zifu Niwan Palace has been completed, the mist in the sea of consciousness has become threads, containing all the memories of his past and present lives.
Suddenly, the depths of the sea of consciousness began to vibrate and sway, and a ray of silver light appeared, like a meteor streaking across the sky, shuttling back and forth in the empty and silent sea of consciousness.
Looking through the open door of Zi Mansion, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
This ray of silver light has never appeared before, presumably it was something left to him by his mother.
The trajectory of the silver light's shuttle was not certain at all, and Ye Feng could clearly sense the mysterious power of space filling the air.
"Master, it's the Soul of the Void!" the Spirit of Creation said suddenly.
"Soul of the Void?" Ye Feng was a little confused.
"After a warrior becomes an immortal after realizing the Tao, and his understanding of the power of the heavenly Tao reaches a certain level, he can use his great magic power to condense the Tao he has cultivated into a Tao soul."
"The Dao Soul carries all the immortals' insights into this type of heavenly way. It is a relatively common inheritance method, also called Dao Soul inheritance."
"The so-called soul of the void is the Tao soul that contains the mystery of the way of space. As long as it is fused and refined, you can gain all the insights about the way of space in the soul, and it will be easy to become an immortal."
Listening to the explanation of the Spirit of Creation, Ye Feng was extremely surprised. He never thought that what his mother left to him would be such a priceless treasure!
The Tao soul inheritance left by Wuxian is almost equivalent to opening up a path to enlightenment and becoming an immortal. What kind of great blessing is this?
Those who have inherited the Tao Soul can easily become immortals as long as they work hard and practice. Then, if the Tao Soul is passed down from generation to generation, immortals will continue to appear in future generations.
Ye Feng couldn't help but think that his mother was definitely a person with a great background in Shenzong Holy Land. After all, the inheritance of Dao Soul was too precious.
The Five Holy Lands have been inherited for more than 30 million years, and their status has always been unshakable. Ye Feng feels that it may have a great relationship with this soul inheritance.
"This Soul of the Void should be useless to me, right? After all, the way of space contained in it is ultimately the power of heaven." Ye Feng said in a deep voice.
He had already embarked on the cultivation of the Supreme Way. Although the Void Soul in front of him symbolized a key to the gate to the Martial Immortal, Ye Feng was amazed and amazed, but he remained unmoved.
How many people in this world can resist the temptation to become immortals?
Countless people have stopped at the realm of the Martial Emperor and cannot even enter the Tao. And this Void Soul is not just as simple as entering the Tao? It is an immortal throne of immortality!
"My master does not practice heaven, but he can refine the space power contained in the soul of the void. In this way, master, you are equivalent to possessing the talent of space. You can control space and improve your strength a lot." The Spirit of Creation.
So said.
"Isn't this too selfish?" Ye Feng's mouth twitched.
If he followed the method of the Spirit of Creation, the Soul of the Void would be equivalent to being destroyed in his hands, and it would be impossible to pass it on to others.