The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 78 The great Shang and Yin Dynasties all had innate gossip that shocked the world.

The Changsheng Continent is vast and boundless, and no one knows where the end of this continent is.

According to the regional division, the entire Changsheng Continent is divided into the Southern Wilderness, Western Frontier, Mobei, Zhongzhou and other regions.

Shang, one of the five hegemonic states in Zhongzhou, spanned an area of hundreds of millions of kilometers, which was vast and boundless.

Yindu, as the capital of the overlord Shang, gathered most of the super aristocratic families of Shang. It was also one of the most prosperous cities in the entire Changsheng Continent, with a population of millions.

Standing outside Yindu, looking at the prosperous ancient city in front of him, Feng Yi's eyes were filled with countless information, and he seemed to vaguely see a huge Yin-Yang Bagua diagram.

The Yin-Yang Bagua diagram was reflected in the depths of his eyes, constantly changing, connecting the mysteries of heaven and destiny, and transforming into countless pictures of the future.

Faintly, Feng Yi seemed to see the dilapidated scene of this ancient city turned into ruins.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and sighed in his heart: "Strength, under the threat of the alien world, without strength to support it, no matter how prosperous the scene is, it will eventually disappear like this illusory world of immortality."

The moment the thought came to his mind, Feng Yi suppressed the strange vision in his eyes and followed the crowd into this prosperous ancient capital.

Walking on the streets of Yindu, looking at the prosperous scenes around him that were completely different from Dragon Island, and feeling the fireworks in this ancient city, Feng Yi couldn't help but have some different feelings in his heart, and his state of mind seemed to have been refined in some way.

"To some extent, this can be considered a kind of spiritual training in the secular world."

With this thought in mind, Feng Yi walked casually on the street, touring this prosperous ancient city like an ordinary traveler, and feeling the changes in his own mood.

Nine-story Moon-Watching Tower.

One of the tallest buildings in Yindu, it was also a place where disciples of the major families of the Shang Dynasty often gathered.

On the ninth floor, several disciples from aristocratic families were drinking and chatting happily.

At this moment, a disciple from an aristocratic family put down his wine glass and said, "Have you ever heard about the incident on Dragon Island?"

"Of course. At that time, the prophets of the major forces in the Southern Wilds calculated that a young ancestor dragon and many companion dragon kings would be born on Dragon Island, so they specially sent the younger generation of disciples to go there. I heard that in the end, in order to compete for the companion dragon king, the strong men of the major forces fought each other, and even several demigods who could fly the sky fell."

At this time, another person took over and said, "Unfortunately, it is said that the young disciples of the major forces in the Southern Wilderness did not see the real little ancestor dragon on Dragon Island, but only obtained a few companion dragon kings."

A disdainful sneer sounded: "Hehe, in a remote and desolate place like the Southern Wilderness, how many people in the younger generation are worth mentioning? If the younger generation of our five major hegemonic countries in the Middle Earth appeared on Dragon Island, they would definitely be able to sweep away their peers and get the legendary Little Ancestral Dragon."

At this time, the first person who spoke looked at his companions mysteriously, and subconsciously lowered his voice and said, "I recently got new information. In fact, those young disciples in the Southern Wasteland not only subdued more than a dozen companion dragon kings on Dragon Island, but also saw the figures of the legendary Suiren and Fuxi, the two ancestors of mankind."

"The ancestor god Suiren clan!"

"The ancestor god Fuxi!"

"how is this possible?"

Exclamations rang out in the room, and everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Seeing the changes in everyone's expressions, the first person who spoke showed a hint of pride in his eyes and continued, "Of course it's true. The disciples who returned from Dragon Island also drew portraits of the two ancestral gods. The major forces in the Southern Wilderness were shocked by this news! However, according to the information I got from my family, the two ancestors, Suiren and Fuxi, seem to have stayed on Dragon Island and did not return to the Changsheng Continent."

Having said this, seeing that everyone was shocked by the news he had just shared, he felt more and more contented and subconsciously looked down at the street below.

Suddenly, a figure in a black robe with a snow-white fluffy ball on his shoulder came into his eyes, as if it contained some special Taoist charm, which directly attracted his attention.

In a trance, he felt that the figure seemed to raise his head and gave him a faint smile.

After a moment, he suddenly came back to his senses, feeling a little dazed.

'Why are you distracted?'

This thought emerged in his mind and he shook his head subconsciously, but at this moment, the figure he saw in the scroll of family intelligence emerged in his mind, which overlapped with the figure just now to some extent.

"That figure just now was the Ancestral God Fuxi!"

Standing up suddenly, he tried his best to look towards the street below, but there was no figure in black robes.

"what happened?"

His strange behavior naturally attracted the attention of his companions.

"I just seemed to see the ancestor god Fuxi!"

A slightly trance-like voice sounded, making the whole room quiet.

On the streets of Yindu.

A young man in a black robe with a snow-white fluffy ball on his shoulder was walking casually. He seemed to have some special aura on him, which constantly influenced the people around him and made the people around him subconsciously ignore him.

"Sure enough, the name of Fuxi spread to all the major forces along with the disciples who returned from Dragon Island. No wonder I became more accepting of Fuxi's status!"

As his thoughts turned, Feng Yi seemed to sense something and subconsciously stopped outside a prosperous Buddhist temple. He looked deeply at the temple in front of him, which was bustling with incense.

Huanglong Temple, a famous thousand-year-old temple in Yindu, is extremely popular, attracting countless Buddhists to come and worship Buddha every day. Of course, Feng Yi does not believe in Buddhism, and he is not here to worship Buddha.

His target was the back mountain of the Buddhist temple, where there was a diagram of the Eight Diagrams carved by Fuxi himself.

As a person who embodies the status of Fuxi, he naturally would not give up this opportunity.

With thoughts turning in his mind, Feng Yi stepped into the Buddhist temple.

The mountain behind the Buddhist temple.

The mountains and rivers are interdependent, the scenery is beautiful, like a fairyland, everything seems to be arranged according to a special orientation, with a harmonious and natural charm.

As an important historical site left by the ancestor god Fuxi, this place is no secret. Therefore, many children of aristocratic families, cultivators and warriors come here every day to pay homage to the sages or to comprehend the great insights left by the ancestor god.

When Feng Yi arrived at the bluestone engraved with the Eight Diagrams on the back mountain of the Buddhist temple, there were already some figures around.

However, he did not pay attention to the figures around him, but directly focused his gaze on the bluestone and looked at the ancient carvings.

The innate Bagua calculates everything in the world. The inscription left by Fuxi himself also carries a special kind of Taoist charm. Even after countless years, it is still clearly visible.

The moment he saw the engraving, the scene in front of Feng Yi seemed to change and become blurred.

Gradually, everything disappeared, leaving only the ancient Xiantian Bagua diagram.

In the end, even the Bagua diagram began to change constantly, turning into black and white spots of light, constantly reorganizing and arranging to form various innate hexagrams.

Heaven and earth, wind and thunder, water, fire and mountains, marshes.
Qian represents heaven, Kun represents earth, Xun represents wind, Zhen represents thunder, Kan represents water, Li represents fire, Gen represents mountain, and Dui represents marsh.
The natural world, all things in the universe, everything seems to be encompassed by this innate Bagua diagram, evolving into the origin of the Great Dao.

In a trance, a tall figure with a human body and a dragon head seemed to appear in front of Feng Yi's eyes.

He sat cross-legged on the earth, looked up at the sky, looked down at the earth, and observed the patterns of birds and beasts on the ground. He combined the principles of yin and yang of heaven and earth, summarized the rules of operation of all things in the universe, integrated the essence of his own Tao, and carved a diagram of the innate Bagua.

This is the mark of Tao left by Fuxi, contained in the engraving of the innate Bagua. At this time, it was activated by the Fuxi status in Feng Yi's body, revealing the essential true meaning of the innate Bagua, making his mind completely immersed in it.

In the outside world.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, a young man in a black robe seemed to be in a trance. He automatically walked to the bluestone, stretched out his palm, and unconsciously stroked the Bagua carvings on the bluestone, as if he was feeling the great enlightenment of the Bagua diagram that the ancestor god Fuxi had carved.

Seeing this scene, some people showed their accustomed smiles on their faces, and sighed in a low voice: "This is because they heard that the predecessors once realized the principles of Fuxi, the ancestor god, from this Bagua engraving, and they also want to emulate the predecessors!"

At this point, he shook his head and said, "Don't you think about it? If anyone can comprehend the Dao of Fuxi Ancestral God from this Bagua engraving, would this Bagua engraving still be here for outsiders to visit at will?"

The person next to him casually replied, "Who says it's not true? If it were really that easy, this engraving would have been occupied by those super-powerful families in Yindu long ago, and they wouldn't allow outsiders to visit it at will!"

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

"Young man, you are still young!"

There were voices of discussion, and the faces of the people around showed an expression of watching a good show, as if they were already accustomed to the scene before them.

After all, this engraving of the Eight Trigrams has existed here for countless years, and young people with lofty ambitions often come here, wanting to comprehend the great insights of the ancestor god Fuxi like the sages.

However, in most cases, those young people left in disgrace without gaining anything.

嗡

But just when everyone was wondering when the young man in front of them would give up, a low buzzing sound suddenly rang in their ears, causing their hearts to tremble and they almost fell to their knees.

"What happened?"

Before he finished speaking, everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock, as if they had lost the ability to speak for a moment.

Suddenly, countless black and white spots of light were flowing on the ancient bluestone engraved with the Tai Chi Bagua diagram, as if it was evolving the principle of the changes of yin and yang.

At the same time, a plain and elegant guqin appeared above the head of the young man in black robe who was stroking the Bagua engraving with his palm, emitting a vast aura, and rays of purple-gold light continued to merge into the engraving in front of him.

And on the body of the ancient zither, there are three mysterious words written: Fuxi Zither.

The next moment, in the shocked gaze of everyone, all the black and white light spots continued to arrange and combine, directly forming an extremely huge innate Bagua diagram.

The Bagua diagram continued to rotate, getting bigger and bigger, directly covering the sky above the entire Buddhist temple, and was even expanding.

boom

The moment the innate Bagua diagram appeared, a vast and boundless aura swept across the entire Yindu, as if a complete world was directly pressing down on it.

In the entire Yin capital, whether it was the spiritual masters from the aristocratic families or the ordinary people, all of them felt a tremor in their hearts at this moment, and subconsciously looked up at the Yin-Yang Bagua diagram in the sky.

At this moment, the entire Yin capital was silent. Only a huge Yin-Yang Bagua diagram was constantly rotating in the sky. It seemed to have derived the essence of the operation of all things in the universe, making everyone subconsciously immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

(End of this chapter)