Chapter 310 Mountains and Seas Meet (Part 3)
The Heavenly Gate disappeared, leaving only endless void around them. Wei Feng spread his divine sense to the extreme, but still could not reach the end. Without direction or time, they did not even know how much time had passed.
“This place should be somewhere between the Divine Gate and the Heavenly Gate, with no so-called entrance or exit.” Jiang Gu stopped him. “Don’t waste your energy. If you can’t get out and can’t cultivate, you can only slowly perish here.”
"I'm not afraid. As long as I can be with you, anything is fine." Wei Feng grabbed his hand.
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, gently squeezed his palm, and said, "Even so?"
"Even so," Wei Feng smiled.
Jiang Gu looked at him for a long time before saying, "I have a way to get out. If we're lucky, it might not take much time. But—maybe we'll have to separate again."
"Master, will you come looking for me?" Wei Feng asked.
"Yes," Jiang Gu said.
"Then you'd better hurry." Wei Feng smiled.
"Okay." Jiang Gu nodded.
Whether it's a dead end or a perilous situation, the Heavenly Dao will always leave a glimmer of hope. Just like how the entire cultivation world was in a state of spiritual imbalance for ten thousand years, with no one ascending, yet Wei Feng, as a vessel, was born by chance; or how, when chaos destroyed the world, there were desolate places like the Mi Hua Realm to serve as a buffer; or how, when Wei Feng and Jiang Gu were trapped in the illusion for a hundred thousand years, there were still fragments of blessing that allowed them to break free—this glimmer of hope may be large or small, visible or invisible, but in any case, it will always exist.
So even though their predicament here seems hopeless, there is still a glimmer of hope.
“But there’s nothing here, neither above nor below the sky—” Wei Feng suddenly paused, “No, we’re in here.”
“And the primordial spirits of Tianmen and Feng Wuyou,” Jiang Gu added.
“Yes, Tianmen said they only borrowed his primordial spirit temporarily, and Feng Wuyou’s primordial spirit is also inside.” Wei Feng said, “As long as he wakes up, his primordial spirit can leave, but Tianmen will definitely be prepared and won’t let us leave with him.”
“With your current cultivation level, it is certainly not feasible, but what if you are just a wisp of filth?” Jiang Gu said. “The Worry-Free Beast lineage once lived at the end of the River of Forgetfulness, and their primordial spirits are naturally easily tainted with some filth.”
Wei Feng asked, "But what about you?"
“Our hearts have long been intertwined. As long as you can get out, I will have a way to communicate with the outside world,” Jiang Gu said.
Wei Feng was currently in a state of communion with him and quickly understood his meaning: "Master, do you want to descend directly to the mortal realm as a god?"
“That’s right.” Jiang Gu nodded. “If I cripple my cultivation and become a mortal, the Divine Gate and Heavenly Gate will not be able to stop me. However, in that case, it will be difficult to stay in the Upper Realm. I’m afraid you’ll have to make another trip.”
"If I were to become a mortal with you—" Wei Feng began, but then swallowed the rest of his words.
He had long since merged with the container of the Chaos Core. Now that the Chaos Core and Chaos Qi have both disappeared, the container remains. Even if he dissipates all his cultivation, he can no longer become an ordinary mortal, let alone descend to the lower realm. He can't even be sure what he is now.
“It’s my little filth.” Jiang Gu noticed his thoughts and gave him a very accurate description.
Wei Feng chuckled: "Master, this time it's my turn to go find you."
"Okay."
——
As Feng Wuyou awoke from a long dream, a newly sprouted green bud brushed against the tip of her nose, causing her to sneeze.
A drifting cloud passed by. He wiped his face, stood up, and calculated the time with his fingers. He had slept for a full twelve hours. He wondered if Jiang Gu had returned yet.
"Brother, it seems the barrier has been removed. I should—" He looked up as he spoke, only to find the area in front of him empty. The magnificent Heavenly Gate had vanished into thin air.
Disappeared?
Feng Wuyou felt that this was a bit beyond his understanding, but he soon realized that something was wrong. Originally, the upper realm was full of immortal spirits, and he could cultivate and increase his cultivation with just one breath. But now he only felt that his meridians were obstructed and the immortal energy was thinner than ever before. If he was not sure that he was not blind, he would have suspected that he had arrived in some remote and desolate place in the cultivation world without spiritual energy.
He walked forward with a belly full of questions. The silence along the way was eerily quiet. When he passed the Yuanyao Palace, he encountered a wind child who had fallen down. He helped the child up and asked, "How did you, a wind child, fall to the ground?"
"I can't fly anymore." The Wind Child rubbed his eyes with a pitiful look. "The spirit clouds and marriage tree in the palace are all in a mess. Immortal Lord Yuanyao is busy tidying them up and told me to come out and play because he thinks I'm in the way."
"Why can't it fly?" Feng Wuyou wondered.
“Immortal Yaoyan absorbed everyone’s immortal power and sacrificed it to the Divine Gate to save our lives. We only have a little bit of immortal power left,” said Feng Tongzi. “Immortal Lord Yuanyao said that this may not be a bad thing, as we can start cultivating again.”
Feng Wuyou vaguely sensed something was wrong and tried to fly to Yaoyan Immortal Palace in the sixteenth heaven, but found that he couldn't fly either. Just then, he saw the figures in front of him and hurriedly called out, "Immortal Lord Ziguang, Immortal Lord Fengji, please wait."
Zi Guang and Feng Ji turned around at the same time. Zi Guang said, "Hey, aren't you the little Wuyou who's by Yao Yan's side?"
"It is indeed I." Feng Wuyou bowed to the two. "May I ask, esteemed immortal lords, what was the reason for the sudden appearance of the immortal power barrier in the Upper Heaven earlier? And why did the immortal energy in the entire Upper Heaven become so thin in just a few hours?"
"You didn't know?" Feng Ji asked in surprise. "What have you been doing these past few hours? Didn't you enter the Mi Hua Realm?"
"I...slept at the foot of the Heavenly Gate, and didn't enter the Mihua Realm." Feng Wuyou was stunned. "What is the Mihua Realm?"
"Twelve hours ago, the Divine Gate stirred, and Chaos was about to emerge and destroy the world. The Upper Heavens descended with a barrier of immortal power. The High God Lingyin led the immortals to defend the Divine Gate to the death, while Prince Yaoshuo led his generals to guard the Three Realms and Nine Provinces. They had made final preparations: if the Divine Gate fell, they would annihilate the Immortal Realm and seal the Heavenly Gate. Yaoyan, along with the Cangwu siblings, opened the Mihua Realm, absorbed the Chaos Core within Wei Feng's body, and used the Mihua Realm to gather the immortals and cleanse their immortal power. They then entered the Divine Gate, causing the power of the immortals to neutralize and merge with the Chaos, thus saving the beings of the Upper Realm and the myriad realms below." Ziguang finished recounting this earth-shattering event in a few words.
Feng Ji then gave him even more startling news: "The immortals now have less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of their remaining immortal power. Lin Feng and Ping Ming, who were left behind by Yao Yan of the Sixteenth Heaven, have already sent the immortals of the Sixteenth Heaven and the generals of Prince Yao Shuo of the Ninth Heaven to the Three Realms and Nine Provinces. They have started a war according to Yao Yan's previous arrangements. Judging from this situation, it will probably take less than twelve hours for the Three Realms and Nine Provinces to completely submit to the Sixteenth Heaven."
Feng Wuyou listened, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Ah, so that's how it is."
No, how did it turn out like this? He just took a nap!
"What about Yao Yan?" Feng Wuyou asked. "And Wei Feng?"
Zi Guang sighed: "After Yao Yan entered the Divine Gate, the Divine Gate and the Heavenly Gate disappeared together. Wei Feng entered with him at that time. The High God Ling Yin has tried his best, but still has not found any trace of the two of them."
“The Divine Gate has vanished without a trace, leaving us with no way to make a move. Everyone originally pinned their hopes on Immortal Venerable Hongchen, but despite the commotion outside, he has never shown his face.” Feng Ji said, “Now, apart from the Ninth Heaven and the Sixteenth Heaven, everything is in chaos. Zi Guang and I are planning to go to the Endless Heaven to try again.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Wuyou quickly said, "I will go with you."
"Why don't you go back to the Sixteenth Heaven to rest? I see that your primordial spirit is quite foul," Zi Guang said. "Now that flying is difficult, all the immortals rely on flying magic treasures just like in the mortal realm, burning the spiritual clouds that they previously stored immortal power. Perfect, we'll take you up there."
Feng Wuyou often flew on his sword in the lower realm, and now that he was standing on his flying sword again, he didn't feel any different. At his insistence, Ziguang and Fengji still took him to the Endless Heaven.
"This is where Shenmen and Yaoyan and Weifeng disappeared together." Ziguang looked at the withered giant tree in front of him. "This Seven Kill Tree was originally at the source of the River of Forgetfulness on the edge of the Demon Forest, but Yaoyan used it to support the Mihua Realm. Now the Mihua Realm and the Endless Heaven are integrated into one, filled with deathly energy. I'm afraid it won't be long before the God Lingyin orders the Endless Heaven to be sealed forever. It will be difficult to come here again."
“Then let’s try our best again,” Feng Ji said. “This place is most entangled with Yao Yan, so we might be able to find some clues here.”
Zi Guang nodded: "I'll help you."
Feng Ji sat cross-legged on the barren ground, with Zi Guang assisting him. Feng Wuyou couldn't help much, so he looked around. Standing under the withered Seven Killings Tree, he vaguely remembered seeing Wei Feng and the legendary Hong Chen Immortal Venerable, but those memories were fragmented and blurry, as if they were just a dream...
He raised his hand and touched the mottled tree trunk in front of him.
The wisps of foul air slowly detached from his primordial spirit, following the rugged patterns on the tree trunk upwards until they reached a certain branch, where they finally stopped, condensing into a faint mass of foul air that curled up on the branch tip.
A primordial spirit, so weak it was almost nonexistent, entered the Seven Kill Tree and slowly fell from its hollow core. As it fell into the lower realm, it was gently blocked by a peach blossom branch and thus entered the cultivation world.
The golden-glowing infant fell into the sea and drifted along with the waves until it was washed ashore, at which point the golden light on its body slowly dissipated.
The child's eyes were closed, he neither cried nor made a sound, only his faint breathing remained.
A pair of hands lifted him up.
"Found it."
"Your disciple has really bad luck in being reincarnated; he always ends up in places like this."
"Feed him something first; a mortal body can easily starve to death."
"Feed what? Spiritual energy? Demonic energy? I'll go kill a spirit beast and feed it meat."
"...Just give him some water."
"Do we really have to raise him? This thing is annoying when it's young, and it's annoying when it grows up too."
"If it weren't for him this time, you and I would have had to spend tens of millions of years fighting that chaos."
The other person fell silent, then reached out and poked the child's cheek: "What a nuisance."
Meanwhile, in the Upper Realm, the Endless Heaven.
The small wisp of foul energy on the Seven Killings Tree gradually condensed into a form, and the deductions made by Feng Ji under the tree finally began to take shape.
“Life,” Feng Ji murmured.
"What?" Zi Guang looked up.
Feng Ji stood up and said, "It's auspicious, a very auspicious sign—birth, life, vitality, endless life... It's good no matter what. Yao Yan is now inseparable from the entire Upper Realm. It's a hexagram of birth from death. Yao Yan has a chance of life, and the entire Upper Realm also has a chance of life! Zi Guang, quick, come with me to find the God Ling Yin!"
Ziguang was overjoyed and followed him closely.
Feng Wuyou originally intended to go along, but in a daze he seemed to hear a gust of wind. He looked up and saw a tender green bud slowly sprouting from a branch of the originally withered Seven Kill Tree.
The leaves unfurled in the wind, and a clump of dark, foul matter curled up between the leaves and branches, giving a soft yawn.
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