The Ancient Vast Realm

Sensing the thoughts in his mind, Feng Xuan's expression changed, and he sank his consciousness directly into the bronze space regardless of his fatigue.

This time Feng Xuan was not rejected by the bronze space, and his conscious body came to the empty bronze space smoothly.

That’s right, it’s empty!

When Feng Xuan looked at the almost endless bronze space with a blank expression, he was confused.

The previous bronze space was only a hundred feet in size, surrounded by foggy and chaotic space, but now what Feng Xuan saw was a gloomy small world like the Ksitigarbha world, and the place where Feng Xuan was located seemed to be an empty space. On the flat ground, there was no edge visible at first glance. All Feng Xuan's belongings were still intact at his feet, and the Dayan Monument stood quietly not far away. It seemed that the only thing that had changed was the original infinite chaotic space.

Buzz——

As Feng Xuan entered, messages were roughly thrust directly into his consciousness.

"Well..."

When Feng Xuan broke away from the state where his head was about to explode with a grimace on his face, he understood everything instantly.

It turns out that the Bronze Ancient Scroll guy took advantage of the time he was in the Sky Stone World to almost completely drain the remaining source of the entire Sky Stone World.

He was still wondering how the origin of the Sky Stone World could be inexplicably lost so quickly, causing the entire Sky Stone World to collapse as soon as they left. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be this guy's fault.

"In other words, this guy drained the entire Sky Stone World and used its origin to nourish the Bronze Space. This caused the Bronze Space to become so big!"

Feng Xuan looked at the boundless bronze space, with a smile on his lips. This is naturally what he likes to see. After all, it is completely equivalent to carrying a secret world with him as a space magic weapon. It seems that he will no longer have to worry about storing items.

Suddenly - looking at the empty and boundless bronze space, Feng Xuan frowned, feeling that something was not right.

"Wait, where is my soul? I have so many souls?"

Feng Xuan checked his soul essence again. When he felt that he only had one first-level soul essence in his induction, Feng Xuan felt that he was completely stupid.

He stood there blankly, unable to accept it for a moment.

"I...I..."

Feng Xuan's lips trembled as he looked at the sky pointing at the bronze space. For a moment, he felt his blood surge and he was so angry that he could not speak.

Originally, it would be fine if only those soul fragments from the Sky Stone Realm were gone. Feng Xuan felt that they were just picked up. Although the quantity was extremely terrifying, after all, he did not pay anything, and his life was saved by the ancient bronze scroll. Not to mention how much it feels.

But those souls in the insect realm were hunted by him with great difficulty, and among them were the souls hunted by the geniuses of the human race. They were a batch of souls that Feng Xuan could use for a long time.

But it was gone, everything was gone, even the few third-level soul essences that Feng Xuan had previously had disappeared without a trace.

Feng Xuan originally wanted to jump up and curse, but when he thought about how the ancient bronze scroll had helped him, he could only swallow it back in frustration, and said dryly: "You...you want to be like this?" Why do you have such a soul? At least tell me about it."

Feng Xuan only felt that he was aggrieved. When he woke up in Bronze Space, he was desperately poor again. At this time, he could already feel that the growth rate of his soul had gradually slowed down. That was because there was no new soul essence. Continue to nourish your soul.

Buzz buzz——

As Feng Xuan spoke these words, words as big as mountains and exuding black mist condensed out of thin air in the bronze space. Each word exuded an ominous and terrifying aura, floating like a terrifying demon god. Between heaven and earth.

When these words appeared, Feng Xuan's face was startled. He looked directly at the words floating quietly between heaven and earth, and felt an extremely uncomfortable emotion welling up in his heart, as if he saw the plague on those words - —catastrophe—fear—chaos—ominous…

Feng Xuan's eyes seemed to see all the suffering and disaster in this world.

Everything, whether living or non-living, has its own disasters and misfortunes, even the sun and stars hanging in the sky are the same.

When the last words appeared in this bronze space, Feng Xuan's field of vision was completely occupied by these words.

"Wait a minute, why do these things look so much like a sutra? And they are so similar to the Sutra for Combating Disasters taught to me by Master!"

Feng Xuan looked at these words that stood quietly. When he looked at these words in a daze, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong. These words seemed to explain a practice method, and the content was different from the master. The scriptures that teach you how to deal with disasters are actually three points similar.

And in the black mist emitted by those words, Feng Xuan seemed to feel the aura of the source of disaster that he had seen before. This black mist was exactly the same as the aura of disaster that entangled his own clan.

Just when Feng Xuan was thinking like this, the words in the sky suddenly moved. The words fell directly from the sky and penetrated into Feng Xuan's consciousness in an orderly manner. However, Feng Xuan could only watch. As all this happened, he had no ability to resist at all. The aura exuded by those words completely bound his consciousness, and he was not allowed to resist at all.

When the last word entered Feng Xuan's consciousness, his eyes had turned black, and mysterious words all over his body kept moving on the surface of his body, like a group of tadpoles.

The same was true for Feng Xuan's body in the secret room. In the secret room that no one had discovered, Feng Xuan's eyes had turned into a dark abyss, and the unclean aura of disaster continued to emanate from him.

After those black words entered Feng Xuan's soul, they actually rushed directly into the annihilation seed in his consciousness, but the annihilation seed had no reaction to all this, and there was no resistance at all, but a stream of extremely high-level energy escaped from the annihilation seed and slowly escaped into Feng Xuan's body.

At the same time, Feng Xuan's cultivation aura was actually growing as if he was being initiating. If others saw the growth rate, they would be so scared that they would collapse to the ground. Every breath of Feng Xuan could increase his hard work for several days.

The seven-colored divine blood on the side was spinning, as if it was extremely dissatisfied with these inexplicable words, and wanted to burst out its divine power to suppress them.

Just as it was about to take action, in the sky above it, the bronze ancient scroll just shook slightly, a slight ripple swept across, and the seven-colored divine blood calmed down.

"Disasters and calamities cleanse the heart, the world turns upside down to determine the world, introspection deeply explores the true self, endless disasters turn into the root of happiness..."

Gradually, Feng Xuan, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground, flew up in the secret room, and the mask on his face fell off automatically. The whole person just sat cross-legged in the air quietly, forming a very strange handprint in his hand, and slowly chanting a very difficult and profound scripture in his mouth, and the strange black mist began to permeate his body.