"Thank you for your mercy, Immortal!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's promise, the two female ghosts repeatedly bowed in gratitude. They were not ungrateful, after all, they had witnessed so many of their kind being scattered in this cataclysmic event.
"No need for formalities, please rise. If you don't mind, you can slip into my sleeve!"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and gently lifted it up, then shook his hand and opened one side of his sleeve. He had cultivated a kind of supernatural power called "Universe in the Sleeve," but he mainly used this supernatural power to improve his image as an immortal. It was not good enough for fighting.
"We are already extremely grateful that the immortal has taken us in; how could we possibly complain!"
The two beautiful ghost kings bowed in gratitude again, then transformed into two wisps of green smoke and disappeared into Feng Bingwen's open sleeves.
Hidden within the sleeves of the Supreme Dao cultivators, they were now safe. Even if something unexpected happened, it would be impossible for them to be harmed.
"Young man, I didn't expect you to be so chivalrous!"
The teasing voice from the Imperial Void Cauldron drifted down from above, and since it was now protecting Feng Bingwen's body, it naturally took everything in.
"Just ghosts and spirits."
"What's wrong with spirits? Do you think spirits can't mate with humans and have offspring?"
Having discerned the meaning behind Feng Bingwen's words, Yu Xu Xian Ding immediately retorted in an old-fashioned manner.
“The spirits of the underworld are born with deficiencies; they lack even blood and vital energy. How can they give birth to offspring with humans?”
Feng Bingwen frowned and said, "This goes against common sense."
"You don't understand. Although it is said that it is difficult for a Yin spirit to become a saint after countless tribulations, if a Yin spirit dares to undergo countless tribulations and use the pure Yang Heavenly Tribulation to cleanse its Yin energy, it can give birth to a bit of pure Yang by following the principle of Yin reaching its extreme and Yang being born. At this time, it becomes a ghost, and it can also give birth to offspring by mating with humans."
"To withstand the Pure Yang Heavenly Lightning, that must be a Ghost Immortal!"
Feng Bingwen's lips twitched. This kind of ghost immortal must be on the same level as him. Once you cultivate to this level, you must be pursuing a pure yang immortal body. How could you possibly go and have sex with a human to have children?
"good!"
"These kinds of ghost immortals pursue the path of immortality and are perfect and flawless themselves. How could they possibly want offspring?"
"That shows your limited knowledge, kid. I have actually seen the ghost immortals you mentioned. Their purpose in cultivating was to have offspring, but unfortunately, they didn't end up well."
"What will be the outcome?"
Feng Bingwen asked curiously. He had heard of the Path of Ghost Immortals, but he also knew that it was a dead end, with no chance of reaching the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
"What other outcome could there be? Bearing offspring would deplete pure yang energy, and the final result would be being reduced to ashes by pure yang heavenly lightning. However, even if one does not bear offspring, the fate of ghost immortals is not much different. The difference lies in how long they can last."
Is it truly impossible for a spirit to attain enlightenment?
"By enduring countless tribulations, one might become a saint!"
"Eternal calamity? Is that an exaggeration or something else?"
"It's no exaggeration to say that if one can survive ten thousand heavenly tribulations, one should be able to achieve great things. It's just a pity that such a ghost immortal has never appeared since the beginning of time."
"If any ghost could survive this calamity, an unprecedented and unparalleled Netherworld Ghost Emperor would likely emerge!"
"I believe that compared to a ghost attaining enlightenment and seizing the title of Emperor, it is more prudent and feasible for me, a human, to cultivate the Netherworld methods and attain this position!"
Feng Bingwen stood on the suspended palace, looking down at the broken mountains and land below, and gazing into the distance at the sky, which was full of cracks and constantly tilted downwards like a waterfall of yin energy, his eyes thoughtful.
"Humans, hehe, truly blessed by heaven and earth!"
The Imperial Void Cauldron, with its unique perspective, observed the world before it and expressed its feelings.
"Come on, if the human race were truly favored by heaven and earth, how come they still haven't taken the position of the master of heaven and earth? The rise of the human race is inseparable from the struggles and bloody battles of many human ancestors."
Feng Bingwen did not agree with the claim that this was a magical artifact. If the human race was truly favored by heaven and earth, how could there have been such a tragic event in ancient times?
"To tell you the truth, you don't like to hear it, but if the Heavenly Dao didn't favor the human race, how could the human race have produced such a talented and unparalleled figure as the Dao Venerable, and the Martial Ancestor who pioneered martial arts? During the period of the rise of the human race, there were many geniuses, and there were quite a few with the physique of someone like you who was destined to become an immortal!"
"My constitution?"
Feng Bingwen was speechless for a moment, and he vaguely understood what was going on.
Feng Bingwen knew perfectly well the origin of his physique. The Five Elements Innate Dao Body had appeared once in ancient times, but only once. And that time, it was the reincarnation of that innate deity.
If that's the case, then the so-called prodigies who emerged during the period of human rise were probably a group of ancient relics left over from the primordial era. Seeing that the human race had become a powerful force, they followed the tide of the times and reincarnated as humans.
Those powerful beings who are born sacred have no concept of race. They don't care what form they take, as long as they can become stronger and avoid calamities.
"I see!"
Feng Bingwen looked down into the unfathomable abyss, and more thoughts began to surface in his mind.
If in ancient times a group of beings without any principles directly joined the human race, then these people would surely hold high positions now, regardless of which sect or faction they belong to.
Feng Bingwen wasn't sure if such ancient beings existed within the Supreme Dao, but a celestial sect like the Netherworld Dao certainly did, given their ambition to seize control of reincarnation.
So, in this scene before us, how much effort did those old antiques with special backgrounds contribute, and how much of the fruit nurtured by the Netherworld Path do they intend to take?
"What do you understand?"
Yu Xu Xian Ding asked with some puzzlement. He didn't think that such a simple sentence could change the young man's mind.
"It's nothing. I just want to go down into this abyss and see if you can still protect me."
Feng Bingwen here lightly and crudely shifts the topic.
Are you questioning my abilities?
Under normal circumstances, the Imperial Void Cauldron should have advised Feng Bingwen to value life in the immortal path and to flee as soon as possible, but Feng Bingwen used a bit of provocation, so the Imperial Void Cauldron couldn't bear to do it.
Of course, more importantly, Yu Xu Xian Ding believed that it was impossible for Feng Bingwen to get into trouble here. After all, this was the territory of the Netherworld Path, and he also believed that this earth-shattering change was still under the control of the powerful beings of the Netherworld Path.
"Since you have such confidence, then I'm relieved!"
Although he did not receive a definite response, Feng Bingwen was immediately relieved. A rainbow light rose from beneath his feet, and he leaped from the palace platform, then plunged into the ever-expanding abyss crevice.
The Imperial Void Cauldron remained stably suspended above Feng Bingwen's head from that moment on, unaffected by his mystical light and neither thrown away.
Endless darkness rushed in, and the abyss before them seemed bottomless. It had clearly swallowed countless pieces of earth, rocks, and broken caves, yet not a single sound of collision or impact could be heard.
"Kid, you might just stumble upon a great opportunity!"
Yet, despite the unknown circumstances that tested his resolve, the Imperial Cauldron found itself increasingly at ease.
How do you know?
Feng Bingwen replied casually. He carefully and cautiously rode the Xuan Guang, moving cautiously into the darkness beneath his feet. If it weren't for the constant downward force, he felt he would have lost his way in this boundless darkness.
"Isn't this obvious? If there were any serious problems, there would definitely be some old guys in the Netherworld who would try to get you out. No matter how bad the situation is, they wouldn't leave you here!"
"So you think I'm going to stumble upon a great opportunity?"
As he asked the question, Feng Bingwen glanced at the Heavenly Book in his mind, which was constantly increasing and had now accumulated to millions of merits. This made Feng Bingwen happy, but the Heavenly Book did not respond.
While this doesn't mean he has no opportunities, it does reflect that if he wants to gain any benefits, he will inevitably have to endure a period of hardship and struggle. Don't even dream about getting away with it without any trouble.
"That's right. After all, you're a disciple of the Supreme Dao. You've already gotten this far, so we should at least share some of the benefits with you. If we let you go back empty-handed, some people would lose face!"
"I hope so!"
Feng Bingwen replied, his divine sense extending a hundred feet in front of him, carefully sensing the changes in the airflow.
If what the Imperial Void Cauldron said is true, then he doesn't need to worry about his life. Of course, there's no need to worry about this in the first place, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen down and would have run away long ago.
Wave~
A crisp sound rang out, and Feng Bingwen felt his body suddenly tighten, followed by a relaxation. He felt as if he had passed through a thin membrane of space that was not very strong.
roar!
But when the sudden change occurred, what greeted him was a dim light, and a rotting mouth that almost filled Feng Bingwen's entire field of vision, with a stench strong enough to poison any mortal being.
Clang~
A blood-red sword light leaped from Feng Bingwen's palm, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded to a length of a hundred feet, instantly splitting the rotting mouth in front of Feng Bingwen in two from bottom to top.
Instantly, a massive skeleton, rotting flesh, and a jumble of unrecognizable visceral remains poured down, piling up a stinking, rotting mountain of flesh on the desolate, lifeless earth.
"Wow, what a grand gesture! They even managed to raise this thing!"
The Imperial Void Cauldron, which descended with Feng Bingwen, marveled at the monster that had been slain by Feng Bingwen with a single sword strike, yet whose general appearance could still be discerned.
"Kun!"
Feng Bingwen's expression was not so relaxed, because what had just opened its big mouth to swallow him was a giant Kun swimming in the sky.
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However, that Kun beast had died some time ago, but due to the special environment, it regained its spirituality and was resurrected!
Of course, it has died again now, but judging from the remaining flesh and blood, it will probably not be long before new undead are born from it.
"Look, another one has arrived!"
Schadenfreude erupted.
Feng Bingwen looked up at the distance and roared angrily, scattering the dark clouds in the sky.
A rotting behemoth, more than ten times larger than the one Feng Bingwen had just slain with a single sword strike, burst forth from the dark clouds, its massive fins, riddled with decay and broken flesh, revealing even a thick skeleton, as it charged toward him.
Corpse Kun!
Even if these Netherworld monsters with mythical bloodlines are resurrected from the Netherworld and their strength is only eight or nine tenths of what it was in life, it still does not diminish their power and danger.
Clang~
A sword cry resounded, like the roar of a dragon. Feng Bingwen gripped the Xuan Yin Killing Sword in his hand and swung it down again. This time, the sword light surged to a thousand feet, and the sharpness of the sword energy was enough to split mountains and cleave seas.
Clang~
However, when the sword struck the massive, mountain-like head of the Corpse Kun, it produced a crisp, metallic clanging sound. The thousand-foot-long sword beam shattered instantly, transforming into hundreds of sword energies that scattered in all directions.
"Hahaha, kid, stop hiding your true colors. This big one might be the little one's father or mother or something. If you kill their son, they'll come after you to the death. You won't be able to handle it unless you show some real skills!"
Seeing Feng Bingwen suffer a defeat, the Immortal Cauldron of the Void laughed and said that the immortal light covering Feng Bingwen was like an illusion, not existing at all, and had no protective ability whatsoever.
"How disgusting!"
Feng Bingwen curled his lips. If the creature in front of him were a giant Kun full of blood and energy, Feng Bingwen would not mind activating his blood and energy, manifesting his fighting body, and engaging in a thrilling close-quarters battle with this giant beast known for its strength. However, the thing in front of him was a filthy creature with rotting flesh and blood that was not yet completely rotten, which made him not want to touch it at all.
Clang~
Clang~
One after another, the sounds of swords rang out from Feng Bingwen's body, followed by streaks of sword light as graceful as dragons soaring through the sky, flying out from his body. At this moment, a tower should have emerged from Feng Bingwen's forehead, but unfortunately, that position had already been occupied by a spirit artifact that was watching the show.
"cut!"
Feng Bingwen formed hand seals, outlining the four directions. In an instant, he manipulated 108 demon-slaying swords, transforming them into a sword energy killing array. Boundless sword energy instantly filled the array, devouring the furious Corpse Kun that was stirring up a sky full of deathly miasma.
Rotten, foul-smelling bits of meat fell from the sword formation, but not a single trace of corpse energy remained.
Although it was already in a dead body and felt no pain, this slow, agonizing attack truly harmed the Corpse Kun. It roared repeatedly, trying to break free.
But how could such a mindless and reckless reaction escape the killing formation set up by Feng Bingwen? When Feng Bingwen dispersed the sword formation, what was revealed was a skeleton with no flesh or blood left, completely shaved clean.
However, the skeleton of this giant Kun was extremely ugly, covered with crisscrossing and dense sword marks.
The moment the skeleton materialized, a beam of celestial light carrying a sharp sword aura shot out from Feng Bingwen's dantian, hovering above the giant Kun skeleton and transforming into an ancient and simple tower.
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