The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan thought to himself.

But he smiled dumbly immediately, thinking that his idea was too naive.

Although the Burial God Sutra can control the gods, it requires a very high level of understanding of this imperial scripture to be possible.

As far as Feng Xuan knows, except for the eighth senior brother, the other people who practice the Burial God Sutra seem to have no ability to directly control the gods.

Feng Xuan didn't know whether his master controlled the fighting spirit or the gods, but he thought that even if there were gods, the number would not be too many.

The gods were conceived by heaven and earth, and they were the embodiment of the will of heaven and earth. Those who killed the gods would be cursed by heaven and earth, not to mention that the price of forcibly controlling the gods themselves was too high.

If there were only one or two gods, it would be fine. If all the nine imperial souls were gods, under the superposition of the terrifying curse, Feng Xuan suspected that the disaster he would suffer would not be less than the disaster suffered by the entire Feng family.

Moreover, a god is extremely precious and rare. Even the Fire God of the eighth senior brother Yin Mo was willing to be exchanged because of some kind of transaction between the old man Snake Demon and the master. Otherwise, Yin Mo would not have waited for this god for hundreds of years and would rather be silent than break through to the fourth realm.

Feng Xuan did not believe that with the talent of the eighth senior brother, he would be blocked by the pass of the fourth realm for so many years.

Although he did not understand what kind of road Yin Mo was taking, he must have been related to the gods. This road would probably be more difficult.

Feng Xuan shook his head and did not think about it any more. Now he has just entered the fourth realm and needs to spend a lot of time to completely stabilize the realm. It is too early to think about those things now.

Feng Xuan's true spirit returned to the Dharma body and slowly raised his head to look at the sky above his head.

As the face of the Dharma body of the Disaster Heavenly Monarch without facial features suddenly appeared, a deep black hole, like an eye like an abyss.

At this moment, Feng Xuan saw a huge black fog vortex appearing out of thin air, which was constantly emitting an ominous aura.

Or it could not be said that it appeared out of thin air, but that this black fog vortex had always existed, but Feng Xuan could not see its existence in the past.

"This ghost thing really still exists"

Feng Xuan looked at the vortex with the aura of disaster, and he naturally knew what it was.

The bronze scroll once revealed that this thing was called the source of disaster, and it was also the source of all disasters.

Of course, Feng Xuan knew very well that the source of disaster mentioned in the bronze scroll was not the black fog vortex in front of him, but the thing behind the vortex.

In the past, except for certain specific times, Feng Xuan could not find the existence of this black fog vortex.

However, now that he has cultivated into a true spirit, his eyes can see through most of the hidden things in this world, not to mention this vortex that is deeply involved with him. Others may not be able to see it, but he can find its source based on the cause and effect between the two.

Watching the black fog spreading out of the vortex and constantly exploring downwards, but being blocked by a drop of colorful divine blood, Feng Xuan knew that the reason why he had not been eroded by disasters in recent years was probably mostly because of the protection provided by the master's drop of divine blood.

Of course, Feng Xuan even guessed that it was probably more because of the existence of the bronze scroll.

With the improvement of Feng Xuan's vision, Feng Xuan did not think that the master's drop of divine blood could block all disasters.

Suddenly, Feng Xuan realized that the disaster energy around his Dharma body seemed to have noticed the black fog vortex in the sky, and it spontaneously formed countless black snake shadows behind him, as if it had an instinctive hostility to the black fog vortex above the sky.

"Huh?"

Feeling this scene, Feng Xuan was suddenly a little surprised and doubtful.

Until this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Since he practiced the Disaster Sutra, he thought that the disaster energy around him was no different from the source of the disaster that killed his Feng family so miserably.

However, Feng Xuan felt that although his own disaster energy and the black fog vortex were both derivatives of the disaster and belonged to the power of the disaster, they were like two beasts of different origins.

And it seemed that the disaster born in his body was extremely hostile to the disaster above the sky. This was a feeling from instinct.

"Could it be that my disaster was born because of my own practice of the Disaster Sutra, so although it is terrible, it is under my control.

But this black fog vortex is an external disaster. Not only that, this disaster is still trying to find me and try to kill me?"

Feng Xuan's eyes were solemn. At this moment, he seemed to finally understand something.

Why is it that even though he has already cultivated the Disaster Sutra, and even now has condensed a terrifying Disaster Dharma Body like the Disaster Heavenly Monarch, and can easily control the disaster and manipulate the catastrophe, the threat from the source of the disaster has not dissipated.

Because these are fundamentally from two different sources. Although they are both disasters, the disaster energy that he cultivated is based on himself and is under his control.

But the disaster energy that harmed his Feng family came from another source, a source that is more terrifying than his own!

When he thought of this, in order to verify his conjecture, Feng Xuan raised his huge palm and immediately shot it towards the sky. Suddenly, a small amount of free black air around the black fog vortex was sucked into his palm.

Looking at the black air in his palm that was struggling like a python and seemed to want to escape, Feng Xuan's face looked solemn and indifferent.

"Sure enough, this thing, even this little bit is not under my control, even if I use all my strength to activate the Disaster Sutra!"

In Feng Xuan's attempts, although he used various methods, he still could not control the calamity energy that belonged to the black fog vortex.

"Hmph, since I can't control it, I will devour you!"

After many attempts to control it without success, Feng Xuan snorted coldly, and the black air on his arm swayed, and suddenly formed dozens of blind black pythons, one after another scrambling to bite the black air in Feng Xuan's hand.

Every black python opened its mouth and could bite a gap from the black air in his hand, as if it was really devouring some tangible creature.

However, in an instant, the calamity energy from the black fog vortex in Feng Xuan's hand was swallowed up by the black python, without any residue left.

Feng Xuan looked at the black pythons on his arms that had swallowed the black mist and calamity energy, and carefully felt their status.

After all, these black pythons were all transformed from his own calamity energy, and everything was within Feng Xuan's perception.

Soon, Feng Xuan noticed something wrong. In each black python that had swallowed the calamity energy, there seemed to be a trace of pure energy flowing through the black python's body into his Dharma body, which immediately gave him an extremely comfortable feeling.

"This... my calamity energy is actually swallowing this external calamity energy and turning it into my own origin!"