"The condensed spirit may be called the soul!" Feng Xiruo realized something.
This body is not of flesh and blood.
It was the reflection of the soul, the pure spiritual body condensed when the Niwan was opened. Feng Xi discovered that this was very similar to the soul mentioned in later generations.
Feng Xi had never been very sure whether the creatures in the wilderness had souls.
Even though he had mastered the power of witches, Feng Xi never found traces of soul existence from himself or from the creatures in the wilderness.
This made Feng Xi once doubt whether there was a soul in the great wilderness of souls.
After all, it is hard to tell whether the legends of later generations are true or false, and Feng Xi is not sure whether the soul really exists or whether he has not practiced enough to detect the soul.
As for asking Bai Ze, Feng Xi thought about it and gave up the idea.
Feng Xi didn't know whether the creatures in the wilderness had souls, but he was certain that the gods did not have so-called souls. In other words, they were born in heaven and earth and did not need so-called souls.
And now, when this little man condensed by spiritual power appeared in Niwan Palace, there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling Feng Xi that this was the soul!
The soul actually needs acquired practice to condense?
Or does it already exist, but requires practice the day after tomorrow?
Does the existence of the soul come from innateness or is it acquired through cultivation?
This had to make Feng Xi concerned, but he didn't dare to peep, because it involved the most fundamental secret between heaven and earth!
…
"Now that the Niwan has been opened, we just need to introduce the power of heaven and earth into the Niwan and combine it with spiritual thoughts. Then we can refine the power of heaven and earth, transform this body, and make up for the flaws of the witch!"
Feng Xi opened his eyes, feeling the space between his eyebrows that was as big as a mud ball, and thought silently in his heart.
Then, as he thought, he saw that the power of heaven and earth gathered around him began to reintegrate into his body.
As soon as the power of heaven and earth entered, it immediately followed Feng Xi's body and began to pour into Niwan Mansion.
At the same time, the little spiritual man sitting cross-legged in the mud ball made a series of mysterious tracks with his hands in handprints.
I saw that the spiritual power overflowing in the Niwan world began to merge with the power of heaven and earth, turning into a more mysterious power.
Then, the villain's handprint changed again, and this newly born power immediately escaped from the mud ball as if it was being pulled, began to spread and merge into Feng Xi's body, and disappeared.
As Feng Xi's body continued to integrate with this force, it began to change visibly to the naked eye. Under the scars that had been left unintentionally on his body, new flesh and blood skin grew rapidly and turned into scars and fell off.
Lines of black dirt were expelled from the pores, and then burned by the surrounding flames, turning into black smoke and drifting away.
Bai Ze stared at the scene with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.
Wait until Feng Xi stops absorbing the power of heaven and earth and the flames around him disappear.
Bai Ze didn't care about maintaining his authority as a god, so he immediately ran to Feng Xi, looked up at him, and asked impatiently,
"Fuxi, how did you do it?"
"Um?"
Feng Xi was about to speak, but at this moment he was suddenly startled. He raised his head as if feeling something and looked into the distance.
"Festival!"
"fire!"
"..."
Familiar and strange murmurs came across time and space, ringing in his ears.
At the same time, wisps of familiar white light illuminated Niwan Mansion.
"Belief!"
Feng Xi's body stiffened, and then his eyes suddenly burst into light. At the same moment, the villain in Niwan Mansion made a hand seal, and the power of heaven and earth that matched his spirit began to gather around him, seeming to drive the sudden white light out of Niwan.
But at the next moment, Feng Xi gave up what he was doing. The little man in Niwan dispersed his handprints and let the white light continue to condense in the Niwan. There was a look of nostalgia on his face, and he whispered softly,
"Feng Gong..."
"Is it time for another fire sacrifice?"
After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to find some connection and come there.
…
Feng Xi found "himself" appearing on Wu Tai.
At this time on the stage, Amhuash was wearing the familiar fiery red animal clothing, with mysterious dance steps dancing at his feet.
Below, all the tribesmen gathered together. They cheered and danced like Hua Xu.
"Belief?"
Along with the dance sacrifice, Feng Xi could feel that invisible forces were passing through them, condensing into threads, entangled with "himself", conveying some kind of reverent belief.
Even part of it transcended the constraints of time and space, came to him, and manifested in Niwan Palace.
"Faith!"
A complex look flashed in Feng Xi's eyes. This familiar power was exactly the power of faith that he had once avoided.
At the time of the fire sacrifice, Feng Xi and Xin Huo were in harmony, and for the first time they discovered the power of faith that originated from living beings, and even the idea of opening up a path to witchcraft began from this.
But Feng Xi ultimately did not choose to use faith as the source of power for his witchcraft.
But after opening up the sea of mind and discovering the power of the soul, he decisively uses the power of the soul, which is more essential to life, as the foundation of the witchcraft path.
Perhaps the power obtained by faith is more powerful and can even push him to the realm of gods in one step, but Feng Xi will never choose to rely on the power of others.
Faith is poisonous!
Belief contains the thoughts of mortal beings, and the thoughts of such sentient beings will affect the minds of the "gods" who believe in them.
"witch!"
Just when Feng Xi was deep in thought, a cry brought his mind back.
Hua Xu raised the fiery red sacrificial staff in his hand high and shouted.
Then the crowd quieted down, and Li led a group of tribesmen who were awarded totems, carrying a huge beast, and walked up to the altar with their heads held high.
They put the beast down carefully, hammered their chests with their hands, and shouted.
Then, one after another, the tribesmen walked to the altar under the gaze of everyone. They surrounded the beast, their eyes full of blazing color.
"The tribe is strong!"
Feng Xi couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he watched Hua Xu skillfully step forward and give totems to the clan members.
His departure did not make the tribe decline, but instead made it stronger.
He could clearly feel that Amhuashu's power was no less powerful than his own, and that he was still more powerful than the totem warriors like them when he was just given a totem by Feng Xi.
At this time, they seemed to have broken the limit of mortal spirit's power. In Feng Xi's eyes, they seemed like a burning flame.
Feng Xi's eyes moved away from the altar and fell into the crowd, seeming to be looking for something, but in the end he still didn't find the petite figure.
But at the next moment, Feng Xi felt something and fixed his gaze on the holy mountain where the fire was once enshrined.
There, he felt the witch marks he left on Fu Dou's body, and...
"hope!"
Feng Xi silently recited a syllable in his heart.
His gaze did not stay long, and he glanced at the mountain peak that seemed to be shrouded in mist with nostalgia, and then with a thought, his consciousness left the fire.
Hua Xu, who was sketching the flame totem, seemed to sense something. He paused in his movement, and the totem in front of him suddenly turned into a ball of flame and dissipated in the air.
However, Hua Xu seemed not to have seen this scene. She raised her head and looked at the fire burning on the altar, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
"Brother!"
In the cave where firewood was once enshrined, Xi, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes. She raised her head, and a ray of light yellow light flashed from her eyes.
"You're back?"
She looked towards the direction where the tribe was holding the fire ceremony, with a hint of joy on her face.
But soon, the joyful look disappeared, and she lowered her head, with deep disappointment in her expectant eyes.
"Brother."
Xi murmured to herself, then her little face began to become firm, and then she closed her eyes again.
On the other side, Fu Dou was carefully huddled in the corner of the cave. He looked at Nozomi with eyes full of awe.
Reflected in the pupils, behind Xi, a shadow with a human head and a snake body slowly appeared.
