Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 886 Red Cloud Soul
Yun Zhongzi originally thought that Deng Chanyu's arrival was troublesome enough, and now that Hongjun was involved, it was obvious that the matter was even bigger than the sky.

He was such a small character, not worthy of such a big show. There must be something else. He had been planning to play dumb before, but now he had to ask clearly: "What do you want, fellow Daoist?"

He did not ask "what Daozu wants", firstly, the whole prehistoric world belongs to Daozu, and secondly, he did not dare to ask more.
Deng Chanyu took out the measuring ruler, and Yun Zhongzi was confused for a moment. Then he saw the measuring ruler tapping the ground on the left and right of the back mountain lightly.

A ball of clear air appeared on the left, the color of sky blue. This air wanted to rise up, but was restrained by Deng Chanyu's raised hand.

On the right was a large mass of turbid air, blood red in color. These turbid air tried to merge into the prehistoric earth veins, but were stopped by Deng Chanyu.

"I went all the way to the Blood Sea to find these things, but it wasn't easy. Do you recognize them?"

Yun Zhongzi said calmly, "This must be my body from my previous life. The Heaven-Measure Ruler is truly a treasure from the prehistoric times. It has been decomposed so cleanly."

He looked at the corpse of his previous life as if he was looking at a stone, without any fear, anger or annoyance.

His previous Taoist body had been decomposed into clear air and turbid air by the measuring ruler. This process was irreversible. It was completely useless to show him these two "corpses" now. His true spirit had already merged with the auspicious clouds around him, and clouds and air were two different things.

Deng Chanyu said, "I can help you transform and absorb some of your past life's essence. As a trade, how about you give me the part of Hongyun's soul?"

Yun Zhongzi is Hong Yun's soul fragment, sharing some of its memories and merits. But Hong Yun's soul fragment is not him. He has his own experiences, thoughts, and goals. If it weren't for the plots being waged by various parties, he would have wanted to continue being a True Immortal of Fortune. Wouldn't it be nice to just refine weapons and elixirs in Zhongnan Mountain? Revenge for Hong Yun? Don't be ridiculous!

In the prehistoric world today, the person who knows Hongyun best, apart from the omnipotent saint, is Yun Zhongzi.

If he is willing to help, he can indeed completely separate the part that belongs to Hongyun's soul.

He was worried that the two sides' goals might not align, leading to misunderstandings. Therefore, he said, "Separating the Red Cloud soul from the pure and turbid Qi will be quite difficult. Even if it were to come out, the Red Cloud soul would still be completely unconscious. Daoist friend, do you understand?"

"I know. It's okay."

"Okay, fellow Daoist, help me transform, and I will help you separate the Red Cloud Soul."

Before transforming, Deng Chanyu asked, "Does anyone know who has the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd of Ancestor Hongyun?"

Yun Zhongzi thought about it seriously and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be in the hands of the Styx Patriarch in the Blood Sea."

Deng Chanyu felt overwhelmed.

Some of this incredibly long quest chain could be completed independently, while others would require assistance, perhaps even a team. Seizing the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, she felt, meant a group effort! It was fine to trick Minghe a few times, but she couldn't defeat Minghe, who had slashed two corpses. Whether to send a team from Heaven or Buddhism was a matter of careful consideration.

Trouble!
She raised her hand, and the pure air given by Hongjun immediately merged into the auspicious cloud where Yun Zhongzi was living.

In an instant, Yun Zhongzi felt that the world before his eyes had changed dramatically.

God's will no longer stood in his way, and he seemed to have returned to the state of the immortal Fude Zhenxian who could turn misfortune into good fortune and disaster into blessing.

He only has a true spirit left, but he has neither blessings nor virtues.

The exhilaration of having his shackles broken free came entirely from Hongjun's removal of the restrictions placed on him. The numerous obstacles, bottlenecks, and difficulties he had originally encountered during his transformation were now resolved one by one, allowing him to move from the first step directly to the final stage.

This at least saved him tens of thousands of years of hard work.

When it comes to transformation, the most important thing is the word “transformation”.

One's own Tao body must be "transformed", and one's own blessings, qualifications, and bones must also be "transformed".

To use an analogy, it's like having 90 free attribute points to add to various attributes. Whether you want a powerful Dao body or a body of deep blessings and affinity is up to you. The number of points is limited. If one aspect excels, another will definitely be unsatisfactory. But what if it's average? The most taboo in transformation is averageness.

Deng Chanyu held up the measuring ruler and said, "Is this a transformation? This is the first time I've seen it. It needs some good fortune, right?"

Yun Zhongzi immediately replied, "Then I'll trouble you, fellow Daoist."

Deng Chanyu lightly tapped with a ruler, and the power of merit turned decay into magic. The pure energy of Yun Zhongzi's previous life separated into a white mist. The two had the same origin, and the white mist connected the past and present lives. Yun Zhongzi felt that the familiar blessing had returned to his body again.

This is going against the will of heaven. The merits of the Ruler of Heaven are consumed every moment, and the loss during such a forced connection is also extremely great. It would be considered good if one can finally absorb 10% out of 100% of the blessings.

However, even if only 70% of the fortune of a level 1 character is given to a level character, it is still a huge number, at least enough for the early stage of cultivation.

Yun Zhongzi calculated that the pure energy that Hongjun allowed him to transform into was still taking effect, and the blessings he absorbed from his previous life were about 15%.

"Fellow Daoist, I need some more root bones."

"it is good."

Deng Chanyu touched the blood-red turbid air, and a dark mist connected the past and present lives. Yun Zhongzi's bones in this life began to grow wildly.

Deng Chanyu was exhausted from helping Yun Zhongzi change his fate and add his "attribute points" from his previous life to this one. The most important thing was that the old man with the measuring ruler protested strongly. The energy consumption was too great, so she stopped and moved away, letting Yun Zhongzi transform himself.

Half a year later, Yun Zhongzi took shape.

With the accumulation of his previous life, the newly born Yun Zhongzi looks like a young man.

As soon as he transformed, he had the cultivation level of a celestial being, and the process of separating Hongyun's soul was quite difficult. Fortunately, Yun Zhongzi and this thing had the same origin, and he still had some of Hongyun's memories. Combined with Deng Chanyu's cultivation level and many spiritual treasures, it took another half a year to finally merge the clear air and turbid air that were forcibly separated by the measuring ruler, and extracted a ball of blood-red cloud from it.

Yun Zhongzi was extremely tired. He had separated Hongyun's soul from himself, which hurt him quite a bit. However, deep down, he also wanted to get rid of this huge trouble. Helping Deng Chanyu was helping himself.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'll take my leave now." Deng Chanyu used her Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains to collect Hongyun's soul.

It was originally a fragment of the soul left after being ambushed by Kunpeng in the past. After becoming Yun Zhongzi, it was forcibly separated by the measuring ruler. Now it has to merge together and then separate, tossing back and forth.

The last Red Cloud soul that came out was tattered, like a ball of cotton wool. It had no intelligence at all. Fortunately, Deng Chanyu didn't need it to have intelligence.

(End of this chapter)