The Fuxi Road of the Heavens Beginning from the Immortal Realm

Chapter 1 Immortality Realm

Kyushu.

A long, winding yellow river rushes across the mountains and land.

The majestic momentum, the surging river, and the rushing water are like an ancestral dragon sleeping on the land of Kyushu, ready to wake up again at any time and soar into the sky.

This great yellow river is one of the sources of Kyushu civilization.

Yellow River.

And on the bank of the Yellow River, which rolls up thousands of huge waves, there is a small village.

The village is not big, with only dozens of households, and it doesn't look much different from other villages in Kyushu.

Only the strongest people who have reached a certain level of cultivation can vaguely sense the extraordinaryness of this small village.

The seemingly ordinary little village seems to be a whole, with a sense of vast and ancient reality.

It seems as if the entire Kyushu, and even the entire world, are illusions, and only this small village is real and eternal.

In the village.

In a slightly dilapidated courtyard.

"Buzz, clack, ah, roar, moo, hoot, hoot, hoot!"

Waves of high, vast and majestic voices rang out. There were only eight words, but they carried the meaning of the origin of the vast and ancient great way, just like the sound of the first creation of the universe.

The eight original sounds echo between heaven and earth, resonating with the origin of the entire world and triggering the most original power of the rules of heaven and earth.

However, despite such a loud noise, no one in the village paid any attention to it, as if they didn't hear it at all.

These eight sounds that were like the original sounds of heaven seemed to exist in another dimension. They did not really ring in the world and did not affect the other villagers in the village.

As the Eight Origin Sounds sounded, the Yellow River not far from the small village seemed to have received some kind of blessing, and the rushing river became more and more majestic.

At the same time, an illusory shadow of an ancient stele appeared and disappeared above the Yellow River, as if it was resonating with the eight original sounds and was about to appear in the world.

In a room in a slightly dilapidated courtyard.

A tall and handsome young man sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands forming mysterious seals, and seemed to be immersed in cultivation.

Above the young man’s head, an ancient altar that seemed to be made of yellow mud was floating in the air, emitting wisps of sacred lavender light.

The altar is not big, but it has patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and even fishing, farming, and hunting of ancient ancestors. It carries a sense of antiquity, as if it came out of ancient times.

On the top of this yellow mud altar, there is a Bagua pattern composed of yin and yang lines, which exhausts the ultimate truth of the world, contains everything, and deduce the laws of all things in the world.

A series of sounds that sounded like the sounds of heaven rang out from this altar that seemed to be made of yellow mud, echoing around the young man, secretly conforming to the rules of the origin of heaven and earth, and attracting the power of the origin of heaven and earth.

As the eight original sounds sounded, the young man's mind continued to resonate with them. He instinctively absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, refined his own spirit, and underwent a special transformation.

As time passed, the young man's body began to glow with a bright and precious light. His physique became more and more perfect, and the blood in his body continued to surge, making a sound like the roaring of a river.

Even as the lavender sacred light hanging from the yellow mud altar continued to merge into the young man's body, there was a hint of ethereality and nobility between his brows.

I don't know how long it took, but as if it had reached some kind of limit, the sound of the Tao from the yellow mud altar became lower and lower, and finally gradually disappeared.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a Bagua pattern composed of countless black and white light spots flashed in his eyes, and the bright light on his body gradually faded.

call

The young man exhaled lightly, stretched out his hand, and the yellow mud altar above his head slowly fell into his hands.

The young man sank his mind into his body and felt the changes in his own aura. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

'Alas, although I have been baptized by the Origin of the Eight Sounds, my mind has continued to grow stronger and sharper, and my body has become more perfect and powerful, but I still cannot truly enter the realm of transcendence!'

'What is the reason?'

'Could it be that because of the time travel, I was rejected by the origin of the world, and my body was unable to adapt to the rules and principles of this world, and I was unable to truly cultivate the cultivation system of this world?'

'Or was the Blue Planet before the time travel really a world of the end of the law, which made it impossible for people in that world to practice cultivation, even though I have traveled to this world now?'

As thoughts ran through his mind, the young man couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

That’s right, the young man is a time traveler named Feng Yi, and he comes from a water-blue planet.

As for the reason for the time travel, Feng Yi subconsciously immersed his mind into the depths of his own spiritual world.

I saw a mass of thing composed of countless black and white spots of light. It had no specific shape. Sometimes it turned into the shape of the Eight Trigrams derived from the Yin and Yang lines, sometimes it turned into a tortoise shell book, and sometimes it turned into a slightly illusory river of fate composed of black and white spots of light. It seemed to be the embodiment of the principles of Yi Dao in the world, and it exhausted the principles of change of all things in the world.

Feng Yi could vaguely sense that this mysterious object composed of black and white light spots seemed to resonate with his mind and had a deep connection with him.

However, he was unable to truly urge the other party, mobilize the power within it, and he was unclear about the other party's true appearance.

Of course, the Eight Trigrams, the Tortoise Shell Book, the River of Destiny, and the Principles of Yi Dao
As a person from Blue Star, Feng Yi had some vague guesses about the origin of this object composed of black and white light spots, but he could not be really sure.

It was precisely because of this thing related to the principles of Yi Dao deep in his spiritual world that Feng Yi came to this strange yet familiar world.

Who in the world can survive?
No matter how gorgeous and charming you are, you will end up being nothing but a skeleton.
No matter how great your arrogance is, and how vast your territory is, you will eventually turn into a handful of dirt.
However, legends about immortality have always been passed down in the world.

According to legend, there is a vast world beyond the human world, called.
Immortality world!
Yes, the world that Feng Yi traveled to was the world of immortality.

This is a big and magnificent world.

From the perspective of 'war correspondent' Xiao Chen, the book records the grand plan of the ancestors of the human race, Pangu, Nuwa, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, who planned for eternity to make the heavens emperor and restore peace to the heavens.

The reason why this is certain is that the world Feng Yi is in now is called Jiuzhou, and this small village is called Zulong Village.

In this small village, there is a young man named Xiao Chen.

And Xiao Chen also has a beloved person named Ruoshui.

more importantly.
Thinking of this, Feng Yi subconsciously looked at the ancient altar in his hand that seemed to be made of yellow mud.

This is a small, exquisite and quaint altar with various mysterious patterns on it. It carries a sense of antiquity and is obviously a rare treasure.

Looking at this quaint altar, Feng Yi's eyes showed a trance.

Because this thing didn't originally look like this.

When I first saw it, it was just an ordinary and rough yellow mud platform.

(End of this chapter)