Chapter 203 Falling into Ruins
"What's going on? Why do I suddenly have a feeling of danger?"
Confused, Feng Zichen quickly summoned the Chaos Pearl to protect himself, only then feeling relieved and looking around.
However, the surrounding glaciers and snow remained unchanged, without any abnormality. Just as Feng Zichen was filled with doubt, he saw two laws of heaven and earth manifest in the sky above the Northern Sea, colliding violently.
Instantly, terrifying power swept out, tearing apart the sky and obliterating the Great Dao. Boundless destructive energy shot out, transforming into a destructive storm that swept across the eight wastelands.
"Not good!"
Before he could react, the destructive storm reached Feng Zichen, engulfing him and sweeping him towards an unknown place.
"Kunpeng, die!"
Struggling in the destructive storm, Feng Zichen vaguely heard Zhen Yuanzi's voice. He immediately understood what had happened. His expression changed, and he cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"
Clearly, Zhen Yuanzi had freed himself up to come to the Northern Darkness Lands to cause trouble for Kunpeng. Unfortunately, he happened to stumble upon it, getting caught up in it and suffering this undeserved calamity.
Two powerful cultivators, at least late-stage Quasi-Saints, were locked in a bloody battle; the destructive power was earth-shattering. Even the aftershocks were far beyond what Feng Zichen, an ant who hadn't yet reached the Great Luo realm, could withstand.
Therefore, he had no choice but to hide inside the Chaos Pearl, constantly bobbing in the destructive storm, afraid to take a single step lest he be swept away by the aftershocks of their battle.
As their battle intensified, more destructive energy was generated, making the destructive storm outside grow increasingly powerful.
At this point, even if Feng Zichen wanted to leave, he might not be able to break through the destructive storm and could only wait for it to subside automatically.
"What bad luck!"
Just when he was about to attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, he encountered this situation, and didn't know how much time he would waste. Feng Zichen couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Perhaps this is what they call 'good things come to those who wait'!"
Feng Zichen consoled himself with a wry smile.
He vaguely sensed something amiss, as if an invisible hand was orchestrating everything.
Otherwise, given his luck and merit, how could he have encountered such a thing?
Now, Feng Zichen could only pin his hopes on the Xuanwu Sacred Beast, hoping it would sense his predicament and come to his rescue.
...…
Just as Feng Zichen was in trouble, the Xuanwu Sacred Beast suddenly opened its eyes, its face filled with confusion.
"Strange!"
In its calculations, Feng Zichen's journey would surely lead to a successful return to the human race and the attainment of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
But what was happening now? Why was there such a large discrepancy between its calculations and reality?
"It's you, Hongjun!"
Just as it was about to intervene and save Feng Zichen, the Xuanwu Sacred Beast suddenly sensed a vast and boundless power. That power was so familiar, etched into its very being, unforgettable to this day.
It was none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
This explains why Feng Zichen's fate was altered without the Xuanwu Beast noticing.
Hongjun is virtually omnipotent in the primordial world!
If he intervenes, the impossible becomes possible. Changing someone's destiny without the Xuanwu Beast's knowledge is perfectly normal.
However, one thing puzzles the Xuanwu Beast greatly: Feng Zichen is indeed impressive, but he's not quite qualified to catch Hongjun's eye. So why would Hongjun scheme against him?
"Hongjun, you're really getting worse with age! You even have to personally scheme against a junior who hasn't even become a Great Luo Golden Immortal. It's despicable and a disgrace to our generation!"
The Xuanwu Sacred Beast spoke in a flash, seizing on Hongjun's attack on Feng Zichen, fiercely cursing him and venting its pent-up anger.
However, Hongjun was no ordinary person; honor and disgrace were no longer important to him. Faced with Xuanwu's mockery, he merely smiled, unconcerned.
If he cared about such things, how could he have achieved his current status?
"Fellow Daoist Xuanwu, you misunderstand. This humble Daoist has no ill intentions towards Feng Zichen!"
Hongjun revealed himself and said.
"No ill intentions? If you have no ill intentions, why did you send him to the Ruins of Return?"
Glancing at Feng Zichen, Xuanwu noticed that he was being swept away by the destructive storm and driven towards the Ruins of Return.
"Fellow Daoist, you may not know, but this person carries the mandate of Pangu and has a great opportunity to seize in the future. There are still some opportunities within the Ruins of Return that might be able to help him." "
Therefore, I have sent him into the Ruins of Return to fulfill his destiny!"
Hongjun said, bowing to Xuanwu.
"An opportunity? Enough! You, Hongjun, are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. Every word and action carries the will of Heaven. Whatever you say is law, and I will not argue with you."
"I suppose even you, as the Dao Ancestor, cannot bring yourself to make things difficult for a junior."
Xuanwu did not doubt Hongjun's words. Things were different now; He was now the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, and His words were the will of Heaven. He could no longer speak recklessly.
Even if there was no opportunity to begin with, after Hongjun's words, it seemed as if there was.
Thinking of the past, Xuanwu was still angry and did not want to say more to Hongjun. He glanced at Feng Zichen again, and seeing that he was not in danger, he flashed back to the depths of the Arctic.
"Hehe!" With a light laugh, Hongjun Daoist slowly disappeared.
...
After an unknown amount of time, sensing the destructive storm gradually subsiding, Feng Zichen's heart stirred, and he stepped out of the Chaos Pearl.
"Ugh~"
"It stinks! Where am I? How can it smell so bad!"
"Damn it, just from this stench, even an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal wouldn't need to lift a finger; they'd probably be suffocated by the stench!"
Having just stepped out of the Chaos Pearl, before Feng Zichen could even observe his surroundings, a wave of foul stench assaulted his nostrils, hitting him directly in the head, making his eyes water. He quickly pointed at the Chaos Pearl, and chaotic energy surged out, enveloping Feng Zichen layer by layer, completely isolating him from the outside world.
"Not good, this stench is poisonous!"
After severing the connection with the stench, Feng Zichen gathered his magical power, trying to expel the stench he had inhaled. But as soon as he began to circulate his energy, he realized something was wrong.
The stench, upon entering his body, transformed into wisps of black mist, silently eroding his life force, damaging his body, and even causing his painstakingly cultivated Dao to show signs of disintegration.
"What is this thing? How bizarre!"
He mobilized his internal energy, attempting to obliterate the black mist, but his energy dissipated before even touching it, merging with the black mist and amplifying its power.
Next, he channeled the power of his Dao, rushing towards the black mist, but the numerous innate Daos he had painstakingly cultivated in the primordial world crumbled layer by layer before the black mist, having no effect whatsoever.
Afterwards, Feng Zichen attempted to invoke the power of the laws of heaven and earth, only to discover to his astonishment that this place contained not a trace of the Dao, truly a lawless land.
(End of Chapter)