Chapter 45 The Primordial Eight Trigrams
Who is Fuxi?
The master of the Primordial Eight Trigrams, renowned throughout the prehistoric
world for his divination skills. In terms of sheer strength, Fuxi might not rank in the top ten in the entire prehistoric world. But in terms of divination skills, Fuxi is definitely among the top three. Even sages wouldn't dare say they could surpass him in this art.
Even if Fuxi hasn't reached his future heights, he still possesses the strength of a late-stage quasi-sage, something Feng Zichen couldn't even imagine.
Yet now, the pearl appeared right under his nose, and he didn't even notice it. While it's true that Fuxi wasn't paying attention, the fact that it could fool such a being also highlights the pearl's extraordinary nature.
"Human Feng Zichen greets His Majesty Emperor Xi!"
Despite his chaotic thoughts, Feng Zichen maintained a calm expression and respectfully bowed to Fuxi.
"No need for formalities!"
A gentle breeze lifted Feng Zichen's bow, indicating that he accepted the greeting.
Raising his head, Feng Zichen felt the radiance of the Great Dao flashing before his eyes, dazzling and blinding. Within that radiant light of the Great Dao, a pair of indifferent and lofty celestial eyes, displaying the cycle of birth and death of all things, and the changing
of the Great Dao, silently gazed down upon him. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any longer. This was the light of the Great Dao; to be drawn into it would mean certain death.
"Since my sister created the human race, this is the first time I have seen them. Seeing them today, I see they are truly extraordinary. If you could fully refine this light of merit, even if it doesn't allow you to attain the Great Luo realm immediately, it wouldn't be far off!"
After a long while, Fuxi said with emotion.
"Your Majesty is joking. The cultivation gained from merit is nowhere near as good as what one can achieve through arduous cultivation!"
"Indeed! No matter how good the merit, it can only raise one's realm, not one's strength. In the primordial world, ultimately, strength is what matters."
Fuxi nodded, quite satisfied with Feng Zichen's answer.
"Thank you for your guidance, Your Majesty!" Feng Zichen bowed in gratitude.
Fuxi said all this simply because he feared that Feng Zichen would use the power of merit to increase his cultivation and ruin his own path. The mention of merit was specifically intended to enlighten him. Feng Zichen naturally thanked him.
The energy of merit has endless uses. Not only can it be used to refine weapons, but it can also be used to improve cultivation.
However, cultivation improved by using the energy of merit only results in a higher realm but no corresponding strength, making one at the bottom among those of the same realm.
Such cultivators can still defeat those with lower cultivation levels, but once they encounter cultivators of the same realm or higher cultivation levels, they are powerless to resist.
However, every advantage has its disadvantage, and vice versa! Cultivators who improve their cultivation by using merit are also called True Immortals of Fortune and Virtue. They live a life free from disasters and tribulations, and cannot be easily killed.
"Alright, the human race and I have some fate. Since you have come here, I will pass on the Dao of the Eight Trigrams to you, and you can pass it on to the human race, saving me the trouble of making another trip to the human race."
Fuxi chuckled and said to Feng Zichen.
"On behalf of the human race, Feng Zichen thanks His Majesty Fuxi!"
Upon hearing that Fuxi intended to pass on the Dao of the Primordial Eight Trigrams, Feng Zichen was extremely excited.
The Dao of the Primordial Eight Trigrams is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, explaining the principles of the operation of Heaven and Earth and containing the wonders of the universe's changes. If the human race were to obtain the inheritance of the Primordial Eight Trigrams, it could enhance its own foundation and give birth to a large number of experts.
Fuxi was unmoved by Feng Zichen's gratitude.
If the human race had not been created by Nuwa, He would not have even glanced at such an acquired race as humans, let alone passed on the Dao of the Primordial Eight Trigrams.
After all, He was the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, a top-tier divine being in the primordial world.
Then, Fuxi uttered the true words of the Great Dao, proclaiming the Dao of the Primordial Eight Trigrams:
"Taiji generates Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang generate the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols generate the Eight Trigrams; the Eight Trigrams are Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui; Heaven, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Mountain, and Lake." "Qian (☰) is one, Dui (☱) is two, Li (☲) is three, Zhen (☳) is four, Xun (☴) is five, Kan (☵) is six, Gen (☶) is seven, Kun (☷) is eight.
Heaven and Earth are positioned, mountains and lakes communicate, thunder and wind interact, water and fire do not clash. The eight trigrams are arranged in a reverse order; counting the past is in accordance with the natural order, knowing the future is in accordance with the reverse order. Therefore, the Book of Changes is a reverse calculation."
As Fuxi preached, countless Dao patterns emerged in Feng Zichen's sea of consciousness, transforming into the forms of Yin and Yang.
As Yin and Yang rotated, they gave rise to the powers of Taiyin, Shaoyin, Taiyang, and Shaoyang, transforming into the forms of the Four Symbols. Finally, the Four Symbols transformed again, giving rise to the powers of Heaven, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Water, Fire, Mountain, and Lake, forming the illusory image of the Primordial Eight Trigrams.
After the Primordial Eight Trigrams were born, they expounded the principles of the operation of Heaven and Earth, demonstrated the wonders of the universe's changes, and gave rise to the scenes of the birth and death of all things.
Instantly, the infinite principles of the Great Dao flooded into Feng Zichen's mind, causing his primordial spirit to undergo various changes and radiate profound spiritual light.
Now, Feng Zichen's true spirit was locked within the Heavenly Dao space. Therefore, all his insights into the Great Dao were reflected in his primordial spirit.
Having gained insights into the Great Dao of the Primordial Eight Trigrams, his primordial spirit, with its human body and dragon tail, suddenly twisted and jumped into the Primordial Eight Trigrams. The heavens and earth were cleansed by wind and thunder, water, fire, and marsh.
Within the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos, it seemed as if chaos had not yet been divided, a hazy gray expanse. Suddenly, a ray of light appeared, piercing the chaos and giving rise to various forces of heaven and earth, sweeping towards Feng Zichen's primordial spirit.
Under the tempering of this force, the primordial spirit with a human body and dragon tail was on the verge of shattering.
At this moment, the Nuwa bloodline deep within the primordial spirit sensed the danger and trembled. It transformed into a ball of creation energy, enveloping the primordial spirit and stabilizing its form.
Under the influence of the two forces, the primordial spirit gradually shed its acquired energy and transformed into a primordial spirit. Strands of primordial light rose from the primordial spirit, and various mysterious runes appeared on the dragon scales.
In this way, an unknown amount of time passed. The primordial spirit with a human body and dragon tail completely transformed into a primordial body, and Feng Zichen also awoke from his enlightenment.
"The grace of Emperor Xi in imparting the Dao is something the human race will never forget!" "
Upon waking, Feng Zichen bowed to Fuxi. He
had gained immensely from listening to Fuxi's teachings at the Xi Huang Palace, his acquired primordial spirit completely transforming into an innate primordial spirit.
His cultivation level had also risen from the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal realm to the Great Perfection of the Profound Immortal realm. However, his true spirit was sealed, and he needed to leave the Heavenly Court to undergo further transformation.
"No need for formalities!"
Fuxi replied indifferently, waving his hand towards Feng Zichen.
"Your fate with me has ended; go!"
Before Feng Zichen could say anything more, he felt an immense, boundless force surge through him, and then he lost consciousness.
"So powerful!" When Feng
Zichen awoke again, he found himself in Juntian's palace. The power of a Quasi-Saint was truly unbelievable.
He wandered around the palace but didn't see Ao Xue or the Water Dragon Lord; they hadn't returned yet.
The Heavenly Court's grand gatherings took at least a thousand years, and sometimes ten thousand. Only five hundred years had passed; it was normal that they hadn't returned.
Thinking this, Feng Zichen took out the precious pearl he had obtained from the starry sky. He wanted to see what kind of treasure this was, that it could deceive Fuxi's perception.
Imprinting his divine sense onto the pearl, Feng Zichen frowned after receiving its information.
(End of Chapter)