It was a long, narrow rift stretching across the sky, seemingly about to split the heavens in two. A terrifying void storm was brewing within it, as if it might fall from the rift at any moment, ravaging this world and turning everything into nothingness, returning it to its most primordial state.
However, the terrifying power within the crack that stretched across the sky was quickly dispelled by a gentle, dazzling, yet vast and magnificent celestial light. The celestial light poured down from the crack, and the world, which had been shrouded in gloom and become dark and gloomy, was restored to its former glory.
Unlike the bright sunshine of the past, the world was now filled with auspicious clouds and radiant light. Wherever the celestial light swept across, golden lotuses condensed from nothingness in the sky and then fell down, while spiritual springs flowed gurglingly on the ground.
But all of this was just a harbinger. Amidst the immense changes that triggered this cataclysmic transformation of heaven and earth, a magnificent and vast celestial palace fell from the center of the ever-expanding and rounding void rift.
"Qianyuan Eight Views Palace!"
This magnificent sight attracted the attention of many, but in terms of distance, apart from Feng Bingwen, no one else was closest to the celestial palace.
The moment he looked up and saw this celestial palace, he knew its name and even had a strange thought: This is what was prepared for me.
Such thinking is extremely arrogant, and is often seen among those exceptionally talented individuals who have yet to be tempered by reality. They believe that everything in this world is prepared for them, and that heaven and earth revolve around their will.
However, Feng Bingwen's situation was indeed different from those geniuses who lacked poison, because the fact was just as he thought. When that immortal palace passed through the void rift and fully descended, a beam of immortal light descended.
It not only took him, but also his mount and two followers. It was a gentle yet domineering force that allowed no resistance.
Where is this place?
Having tried to struggle but being powerless to resist, Xiong Cuiyue, who was forced to enter the Qian Yuan Ba Jing Palace with Feng Bingwen, stared wide-eyed at his surroundings. On his skin, thick, coarse hair could be faintly seen.
"Don't panic, this is the Qian Yuan Ba Jing Palace!"
Feng Bingwen remained extremely calm. Although the appearance of the Immortal Palace was quite abrupt, he understood the reason when he entered it; it was specially delivered to him.
"Sir, do you know this place?"
Under Feng Bingwen's crotch, the five-colored deer, Hua Chaoyan, who had followed him in in a daze, also heard Feng Bingwen's words, and her original panic dissipated considerably.
It's best not to venture into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths without understanding their traditions. You certainly won't lose your life, but some traditions follow the principle of "do whatever it takes to kill them, as long as you don't kill them."
Some inheritance processes, from testing to acceptance, are comparable to torture, and the most severe of all. The process of receiving an inheritance can truly be worse than death.
After all, many of the traditions here were left behind in ancient times. Back then, the human race was capable of anything for survival, except for a few necessary bottom lines. There were also quite a few ruthless individuals who would torture themselves to become stronger and gain power.
"I know, this is a gift from my master!"
A smile appeared on Feng Bingwen's face. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he was certain that this celestial palace was sent here by his cheap master, Zhao Junxian.
"Master's master?"
Three pairs of curious eyes fell on Feng Bingwen. Feng Bingwen once claimed to be a rogue cultivator without any sect or school, but if a rogue cultivator could be so powerful as to suppress the Daoist disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he must have a master.
"You'll find out later."
Feng Bingwen did not elaborate, but instead revealed another piece of exciting news.
"The Qian Yuan Ba Jing Palace contains eight superior cultivation methods of Taoism. If you are destined to receive one of them, you may also obtain it!"
"Can we also receive the inheritance here?"
Hearing this, even Han Ling, who was usually quite aloof, was pleasantly surprised.
Although the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are said to be full of opportunities and good fortune, the vast majority of them have nothing to do with other races. The most common inheritances require the person to have human blood; otherwise, it's all out of the question.
But then Feng Bingwen said that they would also have the opportunity to comprehend the inheritance and wonders here. How could they not be pleasantly surprised? There was such a good thing!
yawenku.
"As long as you have enough aptitude, you can comprehend all eight of the inheritances, not just one!"
Feng Bingwen doesn't care about the Dao. This Qian Yuan Ba Jing Palace is an open inheritance. As long as it is a living thing that can move, it can come in without any test.
However, a low entry threshold does not mean easy comprehension. If one's aptitude and comprehension are low, entering the Eight Views Palace will yield nothing and be a waste of time.
This requires the seeker to have sufficient self-awareness and, when necessary, to know how to weigh the pros and cons and grasp the priorities.
As he spoke, Feng Bingwen dismounted from Hua Chaoyan's back. Apart from the extremely smooth jade ground beneath his feet, everything around him was a vast expanse of white, hazy and indistinct, and he could not see anything clearly.
"Master, where is the opportunity you spoke of that allows us to gain enlightenment?"
Hua Chaoyan looked left and right, but apart from the jade ground beneath her feet, she couldn't see any opportunity.
"Right at your feet!"
Feng Bingwen paused, turned around, and looked at the tall and robust deer behind him with a smile.
"ah?"
The auspicious creature, radiating five-colored light, has clear, bright eyes, yet appears extremely adorable.
Seeing her bewildered expression, Feng Bingwen didn't offer much explanation. Right at the deer's feet, a hexagram symbolizing "Qian" appeared, and the five-colored deer vanished the next moment.
"Sir, help!"
The sudden change startled the burly Xiong Cuiyue. His massive body became incredibly agile at that moment, and he leaped forward, trying to rush to Feng Bingwen's side.
However, just as he leaped into the air, the "Gen" trigram, representing mountains, appeared, and a mighty force descended, instantly teleporting him to an unknown and mysterious realm.
As his mount and followers disappeared one after another, Feng Bingwen's expression remained calm. This caught the attention of Han Ling, who was still with him. Without much hesitation, Han Ling asked, "What's going on?"
"Master, can you control this Qian Yuan Ba Jing Palace?"
"clever!"
Feng Bingwen glanced at Han Ling with some surprise, showering her with praise, but the next moment, he denied it.
"But you guessed wrong. I can't control it, but I can make some slight interventions, such as sending you to a suitable place. But that's actually unnecessary. If you stay here a while longer, you can find your way there on your own."
After all, this is an open place of inheritance. His master did not impose too many restrictions on it. The only threshold is aptitude and comprehension. If you can understand it, you can understand it. If you can't understand it, no matter how many tricks you use, it's useless.
"Master, please take me to the place of the 'Xun' trigram!"
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen responded calmly, and then the Xun trigram appeared beneath Han Ling's feet, and her graceful, slender figure vanished instantly.
"Next up are you!"
The Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams have many similarities and overlaps. Feng Bingwen threw his fire spirit into the Li trigram and his water spirit into the Kan trigram without much hesitation. As for the earth spirit, he hesitated for a moment and then threw it into the Kun trigram.
Only Jinling, after a moment's thought, Feng Bingwen still put it into the Dui trigram. There was no other meaning to it. He didn't expect it to understand anything from it. He just didn't want it to feel neglected and wanted it to receive the treatment it deserved.
After arranging everything around him in a safe and secure manner, yin and yang energies first surrounded Feng Bingwen's feet, then transformed into yin and yang fish, and then evolved into the Eight Trigrams.
A myriad of strange phenomena appeared around Feng Bingwen, including wind, thunder, water, fire, and marshes. Then, his figure disappeared from this white expanse and entered a mysterious and unknown place.
Nothingness, deathly silence. Feng Bingwen looked around blankly. There was nothing there, no reference points. He couldn't distinguish up from down, left from right, or rather, there was no need to distinguish them here.
"One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones! You're trying to comprehend this right here? What am I supposed to comprehend it with?"
Following the instructions of that cheap master, Feng Bingwen, who had entered this place, was now in a deep state of confusion. The endless darkness that made everything lose its meaning reminded him of the magic gourd.
When he entered it, bearing the cause and effect, and accepting the Dao body, he also saw the primordial chaos that had never evolved before. At that time, in the void of darkness, there was still chaotic energy floating and lingering.
But now there's nothing here. The Immortal Gourd at least contained half of an obscure and difficult-to-understand innate scripture, but what's here? Is he really supposed to comprehend the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones just by looking at this empty darkness? Is this some kind of enlightenment, or is he supposed to create it himself?
If that's the case, then his master is overestimating him. Everyone has heard of the great supernatural power in this sect, but it's like an ancient myth—you may have heard of it, but no one has ever seen it.
"This is truly a tragedy!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but sigh. This desolate darkness, devoid of even a sound, was a true test of one's will; it could be described as torture.
"If Jinling were still here!"
In the darkness where there were no reference points, Feng Bingwen couldn't even perceive the passage of time. A feeling of regret arose in his heart. If the Five Spirits were here, he wouldn't be so lonely.
When there was nothing outside and nothing to attract her attention, Feng Bingwen's mind naturally focused on her own body. She surveyed her body again and again, and then she felt her own presence.
Soul!
Feng Bingwen unconsciously curled up, hugging his knees to sleep, and from what he had previously thought was nothingness, wisps of pure energy emerged, surrounding and enveloping him.
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