The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 25: Ritual Magic with a Wrong Style
Feng Yi was the only one left in the living room.

The psychologist from the Psychological Alchemy Society finished today's teaching, and after learning some information about the nobles from Feng Yi, he said goodbye and left.

At this time, Feng Yi was standing in the room. There was a candle on the table in front of him and a gold coin in front of the candle.

He wanted to experiment with one of the most basic mystical knowledge in this world, ritual magic.

In this universe, although the cultivation system is not an autonomous cultivation system, it contains the various powers and strengths of the original creator and has various defects. It is not as perfect as the autonomous cultivation system of the Immortal Realm.

But because of this, the use of external objects in the mystical knowledge of this world has developed very well.

Even if one is at a low sequence and is not strong enough, one can still use ritual magic to pray for strength from the outside.

In this world, there are churches and righteous gods who control various powers and rules. Miracles are often performed, which makes this ritual magic more popular.

Of course, if you don’t want to live, you can also pray to the evil god, but the outcome will usually not be very good.

And now, Feng Yi wants to try out the ritual magic of this world and test out some of his own ideas.

Of course, he does not need to pray to external true gods or evil gods.

Because he has a natal object, a divine object that is countless times more powerful than himself, the yellow mud altar.

This divine object was too powerful, and his own strength was too weak, which resulted in him being unable to truly activate this divine object before. He could only simply borrow a bit of the power contained in it.

Now, with the help of this world's relatively complete ritual magic that tends to pray for external forces, he may be able to leverage some of the power of the yellow mud altar.

Thinking about this, Feng Yi began to prepare for the ceremony.

There is an organization in this world called the Moss Ascetics. They believe that everything is a number and every number has spirituality.

This cognition is also used in ritual magic, in which: 0 represents the unknown, represents chaos, and symbolizes the state before the birth of the world; 1 represents the beginning, symbolizing the original creator; 2 represents the various powers of the original creator. The gods; 3 represents all things and living things.

Normally, if it is a ritual magic to pray to the gods for power, three candles will be lit, two of which symbolize the gods and the third symbolizes oneself.

Moreover, in order to please the gods and better pray for strength from them, it is best to use special candles as the two candles symbolizing the gods.

However, for Feng Yi, there is naturally no need to be so troublesome.

Because the ritual magic he was going to perform at this time was essentially equivalent to praying for strength from his own natal object, without having to please any external being.

"Ritual magic requires a clean, undisturbed spiritual environment. Most Beyonders use various items to spread their spiritual power around them, creating a pure spiritual environment. However,

Thinking of this, Feng Yi's heart moved, and an ancient and mysterious yellow mud altar with various mysterious patterns appeared in front of him, automatically floating above the candle on the table.

Without Feng Yi's urging, the illusory Bagua phantom appeared, and the surrounding environment was instantly changed, becoming a special place.

'In this world, is there any purer environment that can compare to the area created by the radiation of the yellow mud altar at this moment?'

"However, in this case, this ritual magic seems to be a little off."

His eyes swept across the ancient yellow mud altar, and then looked at the vague shadows of the eight trigrams around it, and Feng Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

'Forget it, don't worry about the style, as long as it works.'

Thinking of this, Feng Yi temporarily suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, followed the process of ritual magic, lit the candle that symbolized himself with his own spirituality, and sprinkled some things needed for ritual magic.

The next moment, he saw the candle in front of him burning directly, and the slightly illusory flame was swaying, and it also established some kind of spiritual connection with himself.

Looking at the burning candle, Feng Yi followed the process of ritual magic and said solemnly:

"I, Fuxi!"

He did not use the common language of today, but the ancient Hermetic language.

This is the language created by Hermes, the master of mysticism in the Second Age, and it has special power in the field of mysticism.

Just like ancient languages such as Dragon Language, Elven Language, and Giant Language, they all contain the power to communicate with the universe and nature.

Of course, when ordinary Beyonders perform rituals, it is actually better to use the improved Hermetic language.

Because the ancient Hermes language is more closely connected with all things in nature, it is easy for ordinary extraordinary people to be contaminated by some unclean things, which is even more dangerous. This is also the reason why the ancient Hermes language has been improved.

Of course, for Feng Yi, there is no need to worry about any danger. Using ancient Hermes language that is close to nature can also better mobilize the power of the yellow mud altar.

"I summon in the name of Fuxi." "A mysterious altar that does not belong to this universe."

"I, Fuxi, need your strength."

If an ordinary extraordinary person saw the extremely casual ritual magic and the spell uttered by Feng Yi at this time, he would probably regard him as a layman who knew nothing, because it was impossible for it to succeed.

However, the moment Feng Yi uttered the spell, the candle in front of him suddenly burned violently, as if forming a whirlpool, madly absorbing the spiritual energy in his body.

The yellow mud offering above the candle also lit up with a sacred purple-gold light and hung down, as if establishing a mystical connection with the burning candle.

At the same time, Feng Yi's mind trembled slightly, and the status and concept of Fuxi contained in himself vibrated, causing his soul to fall into emptiness. It seemed as if he was vaguely embraced by a boundless ocean through some kind of mystical connection as a bridge.

This is an indescribable spirituality, a vast spirituality far beyond Feng Yi's own imagination, like a boundless spiritual ocean.

But it has no independent consciousness, only some kind of instinct. It is very close to Feng Yi's spirituality, full of admiration, and embraces his heart, like a kitten constantly rubbing against his hands and feet.

A message emerged from this spirituality and merged into Feng Yi's mind, seeming to be some kind of request.

Following the feeling in his heart, Feng Yi was in harmony with his own status as Fuxi and accepted the request.

嗡

In an instant, the yellow mud altar shone brightly, and wisps of purple-gold light emerged from it and merged into the gold coins below.

At the same time, innate hexagrams of yin and yang lines emerged and were constantly imprinted on the gold coins, forming mysterious lines on them.

But in just a moment, Feng Yi's mind began to tremble constantly, and he felt like his mind was about to run out of energy.

Sensing the changes in himself, Feng Yi did not hesitate and directly cut off the connection with the spirit and focused his mind.

嗡

The yellow mud altar jumped for a moment, flowing with a wisp of reluctant spirituality, and then returned to calm.

Feng Yi didn't care about this. At this moment, he had a splitting headache and it seemed like he was going to fall asleep in the next moment.

'It takes too much mental and spiritual energy!'

As this thought emerged in his mind, Feng Yi instantly suppressed all distracting thoughts, entered into a state of meditation, and restored his spirit.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yi slowly opened his eyes and exhaled softly.

There was still a trace of fatigue in his eyes at this moment, but he no longer had the previous feeling that he was about to fall asleep at any time.

"Huh, as expected, my current strength is still too weak. Even if I use the power of the ritual to pry the yellow mud altar, it is still a bit difficult. I must pay attention to this in the future."

"But fortunately, the goal was achieved this time."

Thinking of this, Feng Yi turned his gaze to the gold coins in front of him.

At this point, this gold coin can no longer be called a gold coin, but a small Bagua gold coin engraved with countless mysterious patterns, carrying a sense of illusion and uncertainty of fate.

He picked up the coin, closed his eyes and felt the power contained in it.

After a moment, Feng Yi threw it out casually, and countless hexagrams flowed in front of him, making a satisfied smile appear on his face.

Just because of the wrong style of ritual magic this time, the gold coin was imbued with the power of the yellow mud altar, as if it had been placed there for a long time, and could assist Feng Yi in simple divination and deduction.

In this way, next time he does divination, he will have something handy.

More importantly, this is just an experiment.

If this method is actually feasible, then many subsequent plans can be implemented.

'Sealed Artifact No. 0-08, the Pen of Alesuhod, or the extraordinary characteristics of the writer of Audience Path Sequence 1.'

As his thoughts turned, Feng Yi looked into the distance with a deep gaze, as if he had penetrated time and space and saw a seemingly ordinary feather pen.

At the same time, the thrown coin also fell completely to the ground, forming a mysterious hexagram.

(End of this chapter)