It was already dusk when Yang Feng brought Yang Yuling back. The rich aroma of rice floated in the courtyard. What surprised Yang Feng was that Yang Ao didn't mention anything about what happened in the afternoon. The family ended up talking and laughing.
Dinner.
Back in the room, Yang Feng sat cross-legged on the familiar bed, his gentle eyes gradually turning cold.
The reason for the historical changes is still unknown, but there is always an inexplicable palpitation lingering in his heart. Yang Feng can vaguely feel that a black hand in the mist is grabbing at him, and he must improve his cultivation!
Close your eyes and look inside your Dantian. You will see mist lingering in the blue hair, your limbs, bones, muscles, skin and flesh are also beginning to be covered with blue. When your lower Dantian rises, the entangled silk threads have begun to gradually liquefy, and there is a vague tendency of a volcanic eruption between the entanglements.
As the name suggests, the Tongti Realm collects the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refines the vitality internally, exercises one's own muscles, bones, skin and flesh, penetrates the spiritual energy through the limbs and bones, ignites the spiritual fire of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and melts it into the chest. The vitality of the Dantian expands and explodes, forming a sea of qi that will be ignited.
A wisp of spiritual fire, if you can use this to extinguish the fire in your chest, you can enter the Qi Gathering Realm, and use the sea of Qi as firewood to nourish the fire in your chest, otherwise you will remain in the Total Body Realm for the rest of your life.
With Yang Feng's current knowledge, it is only a matter of time to penetrate the sea of qi, ignite the fire in his chest, and condense the Great Sun Furnace. Otherwise, since he has rebuilt it, he would rather integrate his own sword intention into the Great Sun Furnace to form a sword embryo.
I mastered the Destruction Sword Intention in my previous life. If I could condense the Destruction Sword Embryo, my training speed would increase several times.
With the idea in mind, Yang Feng began to practice his own original sword moves in his mind. Although the speed of deriving sword intent is slow, if the sword intent is forcibly touched by the whole body realm, it will only be destroyed by the sword intent. He can only defeat it by practicing sword moves.
After the sword intention was re-engraved, according to his estimation, he should be able to initially comprehend the basics of the destructive sword intention within half a month, just in time to penetrate the sea of qi, open up the oven in the chest, and give birth to the sword fetus.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound of sword blades clashing exploded in Yang Feng's mind. Without any preparation, Yang Feng felt his head empty and passed out.
In the darkness, an illusory and ethereal long khaki-yellow river cuts through the darkness. Its source cannot be traced, and its end cannot be seen. The majestic and ancient breath rises from the gurgling river.
The unconscious Yang Feng suddenly woke up and sat up on a bamboo raft.
"where is this place?"
When standing by the bamboo raft and looking towards the long river, Yang Feng's pupils shrank and a look of astonishment hung on his face. What was reflected in the long river was actually the future world of mountains and seas!
"The passage of time?"
Reflecting the river of the past and the future, all Yang Feng could think of was the long river of time, but he didn't understand why he appeared on the long river.
Many powerful people in the past have tried to travel through the long river of time and reverse time, but unfortunately they all ended up as yellow sand at the bottom of the river. I am the first to successfully travel through time, so there is no reference for all the weird situations that are happening now.
Yang Feng wanted to reach out and hold up the river water, but found that there was a strange suction force in his palm that seemed to pull him into the long river.
Frightened, he quickly retracted his hand. Although he didn't know the consequences of being dragged into the river, nothing good would come of it.
As history changes, Yang Feng is confident that he can cope with all dangers with his knowledge, but the unpredictable changes between himself and the passage of time make him a little worried.
After taking a look at the end of the long river and the darkness, Yang Feng's expression changed drastically, and he leaned down and firmly grasped the bamboo raft.
Since it is a river, there will be whirlpools, and the River of Time is no exception. A whirlpool has formed less than a hundred meters away from Yang Feng, and the terrifying gravity is pulling the bamboo raft. If Yang Feng hadn't grasped the bamboo raft tightly, what would have happened just now
It was enough to throw him into the river.
But even so, looking at the bottomless, dark center of the whirlpool, Yang Feng's heart was still pounding. If he was sucked in, his soul would probably be shattered.
The whirlpool rotated rapidly, and the harsh squeaking sound reminded Yang Feng that the bamboo raft would fall apart at any time.
"Hold on!"
Yang Feng hugged his arms tightly, letting the khaki river water around him lap at his body. He gritted his teeth and tightly pulled the bamboo raft under him together. The bamboo raft fell apart, and everything was over.
What's the point of traveling back in time? Because time travel has caused changes in history, father, mother, and Ling'er may all die in the upcoming clan war.
"I am the Heavenly Lord of the world of mountains and seas. What can the long river of time do to me? Stop it!"
There was a roar in Yang Feng's heart, and a broken sword under the silent river bed glowed with purple light, seeming to echo Yang Feng.
"Whoosh!"
The broken sword swept across, and the light illuminated the entire river bed. Then the sword shook, and the river bed of the Time River was torn apart by a ray of purple light. One of the rays of light shot out from under the long river and penetrated the rapid whirlpool.
The faint purple light and the earthy yellow river merged at a speed visible to the naked eye, rippling in the center of the whirlpool. The turbulent river was smoothed and the whirlpool dispersed.
Watching the whirlpool dissipate, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and loosened his grip on the bamboo raft. Unprecedented fatigue hit his heart. Before everything in front of him returned to darkness again, he vaguely saw a broken sword flying from the river of time.