Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 910: Cloud Realm

Previously, the golden light of merit on the surface of the Twelve-Level Golden Lotus of Merit had been almost completely consumed by Guangchengzi. Fortunately, there was the Eight Treasures Merit Pool in Lingshan. After soaking in the pool for half a year, the golden light of merit has now recovered to 40% to 50% of its peak level.

In Yue Guang's opinion, this is enough. Enemies like Guangchengzi and the fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation are rare in billions of years.

Yunxiao is knowledgeable and experienced, but this is his first time riding on a lotus platform, especially the famous Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit in the ancient times. This is the most precious treasure for the saints to prove their truth. The feeling is completely different.

There is a contempt chain among the Three Pure Ones. They think they are the strongest, Nuwa is second, and the two saints of the West are the worst.

This kind of thinking had a significant impact on the disciples. In the original time and space, a large number of disciples converted to Buddhism, which meant the decline of the Three Pure Ones, and the disciples' thoughts slid from one extreme to another.

Yunxiao is not that superficial. In other words, all the immortals who have reached the quasi-saint stage know how powerful the saints are. The weakest saint is stronger than all the quasi-saints and all the Daluo in the prehistoric world combined.

Just sitting in the lotus platform, Yunxiao felt refreshed, and her spiritual platform seemed to have encountered a cool drizzle, and most of the dust and dirt accumulated in the past were swept away. Originally, after beheading a corpse, she felt that there was no way forward, but now the Twelve-Rank Merit Golden Lotus inspired a huge amount of wisdom from her own spirituality, and the bottleneck that was extremely solid after beheading the corpse loosened for a moment.

Good stuff, really good stuff!
The moonlight smiled without saying a word. It was true that the West was barren, but the saints in the West were not poor. Jie Yin and Zhunti were able to become saints because their blessings and qualifications were top-notch.

She did not disturb Yunxiao's enlightenment and meditated quietly beside him.

Forty-nine days later, Yunxiao woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, his gaze was extremely focused, like two sharp swords. It took a long time for it to return to its original state.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, sister." She was a little embarrassed.

Moonlight smiled and returned the greeting.

People say that the West is poor, but in fact, the disciples of Jiejiao are the real poor. They are poor in merit and luck. Yunxiao has only taken a little bit of the golden light of merit from her "bus" and been exposed to a little bit of the luck of the flourishing Buddhism, which has loosened the bottleneck. It is conceivable how "hungry" they are usually.

Moonlight said, "There's no rush. Sister, please wait a little longer."

"Is this suitable?" Yunxiao looked at the golden lotus platform under his seat.

The right to use the Twelve Merit Golden Lotus was originally part of the reward, and Yue Guang had no problem using it as a favor. If she could trick Yun Xiao into converting to Buddhism, the Two Saints of the West might even give her some reward. She was very calm: "No problem."

Yunxiao was also happy: "Okay."

As the name suggests, the Cloud Realm is a world born in the clouds.

Scientifically speaking, a cloud is a visible aggregate of small water droplets and ice crystals floating in the air.

In the words of Honghuang, the clear air rises, and a large amount of clear air mixes with the five elements, and then forms clouds. If these clouds are very spiritual, they can also give birth to consciousness, absorb and exhale spiritual energy according to instinct, and finally take shape.

In fact, clouds gather and disperse very frequently. When the wind blows, they may disperse, and the newborn spirituality will also be separated. They gather today and disperse tomorrow. After going through two rounds, no matter how deep the spirituality is, it will be useless.

The reason why Zhao Gongming was able to be brothers and sisters with the Three Sisters for so many years was that before the Three Sisters transformed, he protected them like his own children and kept their spirituality intact. This allowed him to endure until the three sisters transformed one after another. The three sisters regarded him as their brother, and he also protected his three sisters with all his strength.

The Sanxiao had a strong foundation and was protected by Zhao Gongming, so they were able to successfully give birth to spiritual intelligence in the prehistoric world full of dangers, and then slowly transform and finally take control of their own destiny.

The remaining clouds weren't so lucky; the normal state of clouds was to roll and unroll, a state that couldn't possibly give rise to new life. After Hongjun merged with the Dao, a brand new world of clouds emerged in the prehistoric world. Here, there were all sorts of clouds: white, red, and black. The five elements of this world were assigned according to the elements that best suited the birth of life within the clouds.

Moonlight and Yunxiao sat in the Twelve-Level Golden Lotus of Merit, slowly rising from the bottom of the clouds, passing through the thick clouds, and finally entering this world.

The environment here is a bit like the Sky Island in One Piece, with thick clouds underfoot and the sky so close that it seems to be right in front of you, you can touch it with just a stretch of your hand. The concentration of spiritual energy is at least one level lower than that of the prehistoric world, but there is life here.

Yunxiao was a little sad: "Is this my hometown?"

Moonlight interrupted her emotions: "Honghuang is your hometown, Biyou Palace and Sanxian Island are your hometown. Your five elements are different from those of the creatures here."

Before she could finish her words, Yunxiao pinched her, ruining the mood! Can't I just sigh a few times?

Yue Guang didn't use his six-foot-tall golden body. He cried out in pain while looking around.

Deng Chanyu's intention was to find a creature from the Cloud Realm, study its body composition, and then disassemble the Red Cloud Soul.

Yue Guang put away the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus of Merit. This thing did have high defensive power, but in an unfamiliar world, the golden lotus platform was too dazzling.

As soon as they left the golden light of merit on the lotus platform, they noticed something unusual about this world.

Yunxiao said, "The suppression in this world is so great that I'm afraid I can only exert the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal."

Yue Guang also had a similar feeling: "I only have the strength of a Golden Immortal left at most."

Unless this world is completely destroyed, they have to abide by the laws of the world. The upper limit of the world is so high. Now that they have entered this world, they have to follow the rules here.

"trouble."

"Let's go, how about I carry you on my back?"

"Donor lady, you can't do that, you can't do that!"

A giant tree with a diameter of over a million miles runs through the world in the clouds. The green trunk has become a part of this world. In addition to providing a large amount of wood-type spiritual energy, it also provides a place to stay for many creatures in the clouds. Eventually, this giant tree becomes the kingdom of the creatures in the clouds.

There is no beginning or end, and the moonlight and the clouds cannot see the roots of the giant tree. It is speculated that it should be a part of Jianmu. Jianmu was originally set to be a ladder from the human world to the heaven, and was managed by the Queen Mother of the West. However, those are all old times. Now, except for the saints, no one knows how big this tree has grown.

"Fellow countryman, can you understand what I am saying?" On a certain branch of Jianmu, the moonlight gestured to a life with a human body and a fish tail. The other person's mind was too pure, and his telepathy could only hear the meaning of "fish", and he had no other thoughts.

It was the first time that Yueguang had seen such a simple life, and he could only use sign language to express it.

The "fellow villager" followed her gestures, mumbling something unclearly: "Fish, fish, fish?!"

(End of this chapter)