I picked up the scattered attributes

The sound of this "small" world collapsing was as faint as swatting a mosquito.

Despite its remarkable significance, it is actually quite unremarkable.

"No, no, this great one is a primordial god, I can't afford to be short-lived!"

Long Da quickly confirmed it...

Although according to Feng Xia, this vast void could be considered his innate sacred land, he currently only controls a tiny speck the size of a dust particle.

It's about the size of a dust particle; any bigger and it's unusable!

"Damn it..."

the other side.

Feng Xia walked back to Qianqiu Valley expressionlessly. No one noticed that his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly: "Heaven and earth cannot tolerate... What does it mean to be unacceptable to heaven and earth?"

According to Feng Xia's understanding, if we compare the universe to a computer, then those things that the universe cannot tolerate are like viruses, Trojans, and so on in the system.

From this perspective, anything that disrupts the order of heaven and earth and the operation of the universe will naturally be intolerable to heaven and earth.

"However, there are even stronger beings above the True One Realm."

Feng Xia muttered to himself again, as if questioning himself or trying to convince his own heart: "If I were to go all out, the damage I could cause would far exceed that of an ordinary innate god."

"I can do almost everything that the innate gods can do, but I can do things that the innate gods might not be able to do!"

"Why is it that only innate gods are born and have to suffer terrible calamities? If he hadn't met me, even if Fellow Daoist Long had ten thousand lives, it might not have been enough for him to die or be injured."

However, Feng Xia's brows gradually furrowed.

The advantage of the innate gods lies in their lack of birth, aging, death, and lifespan limitations.

A mortal's life is but a single season to a primordial deity.

At the same time, the Dao of the Primordial Gods is incomparably pure, and they are born in an extremely high position. The achievements that many mortals make in their entire lives are far from comparable to those of the Primordial Gods who have just been born.

However, this does not mean that innate gods are invincible.

The innate gods are not limited by lifespan, but if they are killed or their innate sacred land is forcibly destroyed, they will die just like everyone else!

In addition, the innate gods are both born and destroyed by their innate nature. They are bound by their own Dao, and if they want to advance further, it will be a hundred times more difficult than for true gods of the same level.

Otherwise, the true orthodoxy of this world would probably have already been occupied by the primordial gods!

Imagine how terrifying a group of immortal beings would be, who have no restrictions on cultivation, are superior to any acquired being, can progress like acquired beings, and have endless lifespans.

"If such a being truly exists, it would be a nightmare for all living beings in all the heavens and myriad realms, regardless of origin or race..."

Immediately, Feng Xia's brows furrowed even deeper.

Because that obviously doesn't make sense!

After all, no such innate god has ever appeared throughout history, not even in the ancient era of celestial patterns.

The orthodoxy of the heavens and the universe has never been held by the primordial gods.

More importantly, the birth of innate gods is still fraught with difficulties, and it is unknown how far away it is from reaching the level that Feng Xia conjectured.

"Rather than being rejected by heaven and earth, it seems more like..."

Suddenly, Feng Xia stopped in front of the Thousand Autumns Hall, looking at the murals and reliefs outside the hall. His heart skipped a beat, and an unbelievable thought popped into his head: "Who is afraid of the Primordial Gods? So as long as a Primordial God is conceived, it will inevitably suffer endless calamities!"

Even the extremely powerful Moon Goddess Wu Guan suffered many hardships in ancient times. Feng Xia remembered seeing a mysterious halberd tear through the starry sky in an illusion, ambushing and severely injuring the goddess Wu Guan in battle.

Those are memories of the past that the goddess should not look upon.

"If such a being truly exists, its strength must be terrifyingly powerful. Even if it is not quite as powerful as I imagined, it is probably not far off..."

Just then, a name suddenly popped into Feng Xia's mind.

"The Lord of the Gray Mist... Ying Daoyi?"

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Chapter 0747

The moment that name appeared, a hazy gray mist seemed to transcend time and space, once again shrouding Feng Xia's vision, causing his pupils to shrink to needle-like sizes.

Without a doubt, the Lord of the Gray Mist is the most bizarre enemy Feng Xia has ever encountered.

Even now, after achieving the Divine Realm, Feng Xia asks himself honestly, he still has no confidence in dealing with Ying Daoyi. At most, he can only expel him from the Xuan Yuan World, just like the Goddess Wu Guan did!

Born from negative emotions, as long as time passes, life exists, and shadows loom, then Ying Daoyi can be considered immortal and indestructible.

In terms of sheer eeriness, Yingdao should be ranked number one.

"If we consider Ying Daoyi as a primordial god, then all the shadowy lands are equivalent to Ying Daoyi's primordial holy lands. As long as the primordial holy lands are not destroyed, Ying Daoyi will always be able to be resurrected from the holy lands."

"Ying Daoyi's progress is also quite slow. At least in the past ten years, my progress has not been small. Sister Wu Guan has also been making progress. Only this guy has been standing still."

From this perspective, Ying Daoyi really does seem like a primordial god.

However, Feng Xia still cannot be completely certain.

"Long Da's Void Holy Land is already beyond the realm of ordinary reason..."

As he pondered this, Feng Xia hesitated for a moment: "With the shadows of all things in the world as a sacred place, is it possible for heaven and earth to give birth to such a primordial god?"

He vaguely sensed a phrase his former teacher had once said—

There's something wrong with this world!

"But to be honest, Ying Daoyi is only somewhat similar. He's far from the kind of being I imagined—one who stands at the pinnacle of the universe, wields the divine artifacts of heaven and earth, governs all things, possesses boundless power, and has eternal life..."

After thinking for a long time, Feng Xia could only come up with one sentence to describe the Lord of Gray Mist in his memory:

LBWN... Sorry, wrong show.

In short, it's absolutely fucking LOWB.

The existence of Lord of Gray Mist, Ying Daoyi, completely shattered his imagination of peerless powerhouses. Even the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor's divided soul, which had only recently appeared and was then trapped in the Forsaken Land of Gods and toyed with by Ancestor Chenhai, was still far inferior to Ying Daoyi.

"Forget it, don't think about it too much."

Suddenly, Feng Xia grinned bitterly: "Lately, my conspiracy theories seem to be getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes, reality is more idiotic than we imagine. What I think is a conspiracy might just be the idiocy of this world..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become wary again: "Wait! Could it be because my time to become a god is approaching, and I'm being influenced by some inexplicable force? Something's not right, something's really not right. My unease seems to be intensifying..."

Feng Xia took a deep breath and suddenly sat cross-legged in the Qianqiu Hall.

His eyes were closed, his breathing gradually calmed, and he drifted into a dream.

"A dream spanning thousands of years, what year is it tonight?"

In the dream, one after another little Fengxia emerged, chattering and curiously gazing at the dream world.

Then, they also sat down cross-legged, closed their eyes, and looked extremely serious. Just like Feng Xia, they sank into a dream state on the spot!

A dream within a dream!

Feng Xia is proficient in far too many major paths.

Even now, though he still doesn't understand the principles of cause and effect and destiny, he can still use another method to deduce from all the known information and make predictions about future changes.

This method is called a dream within a dream.

Almost no one can learn it; only Fuuka can demonstrate it!

"Gah!"

Suddenly, in the dream, a little Fengxia opened her eyes wide, let out a shrill scream, and then exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Immediately, a chain reaction is triggered.

One after another, the young Fengxias died suddenly. In the blink of an eye, the casualties were already heavy, with only seven remaining, scattered and barely clinging to life.

In reality, Feng Xia slowly opened her eyes, a hint of doubt appearing in them.

"The simulation cannot proceed..."

This situation was indeed beyond Feng Xia's expectations.

It wasn't due to external interference, nor was it due to an insurmountable enemy, but rather a more perplexing situation: all the deductions would inexplicably cease after nine years.

The reason why those little Fengxia died suddenly was simply because they exhausted their energy in their dreams, which is why they died repeatedly like firecrackers.

Nine years later, all the deductions came to an abrupt end, interrupted without warning.

What will happen nine years from now?

Feng Xia couldn't help but feel lost.

This impromptu simulation yielded such a result, which was indeed far beyond his expectations.

"Nine years from now, I should no longer be in the Xuan Yuan World. In that case, whatever happens should not affect the Xuan Yuan World..."

Gradually, Feng Xia sorted out her thoughts: "In any case, leaving is inevitable."

In fact, the reason he returned to Qianqiu Valley was to take care of his "afterlife".

However, it was only after the incident with Long Da that these problems arose.

"Moreover, it may not be a real crisis. Perhaps the information we have only supports extrapolating up to nine years into the future. After all, my dream within a dream is not a true prediction of the future..."

Thinking about it this way, Feng Xia immediately felt more relaxed.