The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 15 Fuxi's path? The style of painting is wrong!
Tingen.

A city in the north of the Kingdom of Loen, known as the University City.

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At this moment, the entire Tingen seemed to become a little unreal, and countless scenes appeared in it, as if time had been disrupted.

At this moment, Tingen City seemed to be separated from the entire world and became a bug in the entire world.

But no one, whether in Tingen or the outside world, noticed anything wrong, as if it was just the way it was and this BUG was normal.

The unknown.

This is a magnificent and huge church, with black stone pillars standing tall and supporting the tall dome.

In this church, the surface of every pillar, every dome, and every arch is inlaid with bones of different races.

This is a church of bones, but it does not look eerie. Instead, it has a sacred feel.

In the very center of the church stands a cross hundreds of meters high, and a vague figure stands there, as if showing mercy to the world.

In front of the cross, there was a priest in a simple robe praying.

He had a light blond beard that covered the lower half of his face. He had a peaceful expression and eyes as clear as a baby's.

However, if you look into the depths of his clear eyes, you will see an indescribable indifference, a divinity that rejects everything.

At this moment, the priest was suddenly stunned, and a rare look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Loen Kingdom, Backlund.

In a room with windows tightly sealed by curtains, a sleeping woman suddenly opened her eyes with a look of fear in her eyes.

"Today shouldn't be a full moon, why is there a delirium?"

A painful sound was heard, and the woman's body continued to twist and struggle.

Beyond Earth.

Above the moon orbiting this planet, a red sea submerges everything and directly embraces the entire moon.

At this moment, the red sea suddenly shrank, condensing into a blood-red blurry figure, which was many times larger than the moon. It revealed a pair of extremely strange eyes, exuding a decadent aura, and looked towards the planet ahead.

At the same time, there seemed to be a faint illusory prayer sound coming from a higher dimension, as if it came from outside this universe.

As the prayers sounded, the shadow of a white lotus seemed to appear faintly beside the blurry blood-red figure. The figure, which originally revealed the aura of decadence, was vaguely stained with a bit of ethereality and holiness, carrying the meaning of the destination of all things.

However, He did not seem to notice anything unusual. He withdrew his gaze and once again turned into the red sea that enveloped the moon. In the end, the phantom of the white lotus never truly appeared in this universe.

And farther away from this planet, brown stars, orange stars, red stars, Venus and other planets are constantly flashing, as if blinking their eyes.

in the room.

An ancient yellow mud altar floated in the air, dropping sacred purple-gold light that enveloped a tall figure below.

He was a handsome young man with an oriental face, Feng Yi, or rather, his alternate dimension counterpart in this world.

After his body was reconstructed through the most basic runes, his appearance was instinctively influenced by his own nature and aura, and he returned to his original appearance.

Runes flowed across his body, as if containing the most essential mysteries of this world, yet they appeared sacred and majestic, without any trace of the original chaos and madness.

As these runes flowed, certain higher-dimensional personalities and concepts contained in the yellow mud altar settled in his body, or in the aura of his nature, through certain rules of this world.

Faintly, a slightly illusory figure appeared behind him, with a human body and a dragon tail, just like the embodiment of the word "Tao" in the original Tao text, exuding a sacred meaning, as if the divinity in the body was condensed. Time passed slowly, and after an unknown amount of time, the runes on Feng Yi's body merged into his body like flowing water, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The light golden eyes carried a sense of majesty and sacredness, like a dragon high above looking down at the earth, and in the deepest part was an illusory Yin-Yang Bagua diagram.

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Feng Yi sank his mind into his body and felt the changes in himself, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the changes that had happened before, a trace of contemplation appeared in his eyes, and an inexplicable thought surged in his mind: "I didn't expect that such a change would happen in a world of the Lord of Mystery, whose strength level is far lower than that of the Immortal Realm. I must learn from this lesson when I travel through time in the future. Not only is there a risk in the process of traveling through time, but the world I travel through may also contain various unexpected dangers, even if it is a seemingly weak world."

However, although he thought so in his heart, Feng Yi always had a feeling that it was not just the cause of this world, but perhaps there were other deeper reasons.

However, he only had a vague sense of it but couldn't be truly sure, so he could only secretly be wary of this world.

The Lord of Mystery's world is the world where Feng Yi, the alien isomorph, now lives. It is a world where the original rules of the world tend to be chaotic and crazy.

In this world, knowledge is poisonous and polluted.

His own status is not high enough, and if he were to come into contact with higher-level knowledge, even if he was careless, his end would definitely be extremely miserable.

As a time traveler, Feng Yi was naturally aware of the highest level of knowledge in this world. He was contaminated almost the moment he realized the world he had traveled to.

However, it stands to reason that nothing unusual occurred when his physical body traveled through the Immortal Realm, a world where the emperor could easily interfere with the past and the future.

Now, he is only using a ray of his own spiritual light to assimilate the isomorphic entities in this world. This will make less noise, and he also has the yellow mud altar, his life-saving treasure, so he should not be affected.

But for some reason an accident occurred.

The image of the yellow mud altar easily washing and erasing the pollution emerged in Feng Yi's mind, and the feeling in his heart became more and more weird. He even had the illusion that this exposure was intentional by the yellow mud altar.

"Forget it, there's no point in thinking so much. Anyway, not only has nothing happened, but a transformation has also occurred because of it, which is also a good thing!"

As his thoughts turned, Feng Yi couldn't help but put his mind into his body, feeling the collision of rules from different worlds, and thus a certain status and concept that was deposited in the aura of his nature after the transformation.

'Fuxi's path? Or the Human Emperor's path?'

As Feng Yi sensed the vague information contained in this position and concept within his body, a rare look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Is this to use the sequence system of the paths of God in this world to allow me to gradually accept the person and concepts contained in the yellow mud altar?"

'Fuxi.'

"Sure enough, it is indeed Fuxi's personality and concept."

"However, I don't know if this is just the Fuxi status and concept of the Changsheng World, or the real Taihao Fuxi."

"It should be just the position and concept of Fuxi in the immortal world for the time being."

Thinking of this, Feng Yi pondered for a while and felt that this method was not impossible.

After all, his current strength is too weak. If he directly assumes the status and concepts of Fuxi, he may be directly assimilated by the high status it implies and lose his own self.

Even though this person and concept does not contain any real will.

It is also a good method to use the rules and systems of this world as a stepping stone, accommodate Fuxi's status and concepts bit by bit, absorb and digest them step by step, and make them truly belong to oneself.

but.
Looking at the rooms around him that were obviously of Western style, and thinking of the extraordinary system of this world, Feng Yi's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Just a little bit.
This... this style of painting is not right, right?
At this moment, he could already imagine in his mind the strange scene of himself in the future in this world where he was not in the same dimension as other extraordinary people!

(End of this chapter)