He raised his right hand, palm facing up, and the golden inscription that appeared as his thoughts progressed slowly in the palm of his hand.
The rich power of faith spread, making Feng Qingyang feel refreshed instantly.
"I didn't expect that I could use the Divine List here..." Feng Qingyang murmured, and a trace of his divine consciousness entered it, and he discovered the weirdness in an instant.
Almost at the moment of discovery, joy was about to burst out from his eyes. The List of Gods not only contained the power of faith, but also a vague idea lurking within it.
"Could it be that it has already developed its own consciousness? If so, doesn't that mean that its existence has the possibility of growth?"
Feng Qingyang was pondering when he suddenly heard a humming sound in his ears. Then a furry East Evil nudged him. He patted it and said, "Stop it."
However, the little beast did not give up. As if it had noticed Feng Qingyang's indifference, it instantly became angry, and two thick flames came out of its nostrils, sweeping across the golden message in his palm.
A strange scene appeared. The flame did not burn it. On the contrary, at the moment of contact, a burst of energy that made people tremble suddenly erupted from the God List, isolating the flame outside.
Moreover, at the moment of isolation, an even more powerful reaction force appeared, as if it could sense things that posed a threat to itself. After locking onto the little beast, a divine thunder as thick as an arm burst out from it.
Boom!
The entire cave began to shake violently at the appearance of the divine thunder, even causing the entire mountain range to tremble. Amid the roar, terrifying pressure spread.
As a result, all living creatures around the entire cave were fleeing quickly into the distance, and birds, beasts and insects were chirping, as if they had encountered some enemy that could threaten their lives.
The vibrations here obviously quickly attracted the attention of the Shinto sect disciples closest to the circular area. Powerful spiritual senses swept over and dug three feet into the ground, as if they wanted to dig out the source of the strange phenomenon here.
The moment the divine sense swept over, Feng Qingyang's heart moved. He put away the divine list and casually cast more than a dozen large-scale illusion arrays outside the cave again.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed. The shock caused by the God List seemed to have calmed down in these few days, but from time to time there would still be some divine consciousness sweeping around.
However, their raid was obviously in vain. The mountains here were too huge, and there were also many powerful creatures. If they rashly raided the territories of those terrifying beings, they would be killed in a moment.
Feng Qingyang was hiding in this mountain range that looked like the sea. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack for these people to find him. Although they were very close to the Shinto Sect, Feng Qingyang's illusion array was very powerful. Even if he walked out of the cave, he would not necessarily be discovered.
However, he did not dare to delay any longer. If he attracted the investigation of the gods, he would be discovered if he was not careful. However, the shock of the God List at that time might have attracted the attention of the gods at first, but as time passed, they no longer took it to heart.
In this way, in the past two months, Feng Qingyang walked out of the cave from time to time to quietly investigate the Shinto Sect, and gradually he found out some patterns.
During this month, he completely controlled the God List in the Nine-Layer Immortal Palace. If he had no magic weapon before, now he has it, and it is a mysterious magic weapon that can grow.
Furthermore, Feng Qingyang also gained a clear understanding of the laws of the divine way. Although he was being rejected now, it was because his path had not yet been completely transformed.
Moreover, he could feel the weirdness of his body even more. If all his own rules were converted into Shinto laws, he would not only not be rejected, but more importantly, he would be able to dominate the opponent. All this was due to his mysterious Corpse King bloodline.
This was like his origin, which not only gave birth to him, but also helped him to climb to higher realms time and time again. During this month, all his magical powers had recovered to their peak. Even the Phoenix Mark on his chest had reached saturation under the influence of the flame veins activated during this month.
"Almost. If I want to break through, I can only go find Pangu." One day, Feng Qingyang, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with determination and decisiveness.
He was not a man who was indecisive by nature, and this matter was of great importance, as it concerned his future cultivation and even his advancement to a higher level.
He couldn't afford to delay. After thoroughly understanding the survival rules of the Supreme God Realm and the world structure, he finally stopped being calm and showed his claws for the first time in this place.
He thought of Jiuhuang who kept calling him, and also of Zhu Xuezhu who was forcibly abducted. Although he had no news about Xiaozhu now, he believed that as long as he could make a name for himself in the Supreme God Realm, the other party would naturally come to find him.
"Even if I am discovered, I will go out. This kind of seclusion is obviously not advisable." Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and stood up, maintaining his aura at the peak of the ancient god, then strode out and walked towards the Shinto Sect.
Of course, he was not swaggering, but his appearance changed after he appeared. He had a beard on his lips, and his body changed from his original handsome appearance to his current heroic appearance.
From a distance, he looked like a big, strong and rough man. Although he no longer had the handsomeness he had at the beginning, it was obvious that he still gave off a natural sense of intimacy with his appearance.
It was this feeling that dispelled the doubts in the hearts of everyone who saw Feng Qingyang, and with his eloquent tongue, he quickly integrated into the group.
On the first day after leaving the mountains, he met the disciples of the Shinto sect. They were two disciples in the middle stage of the Ancient God. Like him, they were equally tough. However, unlike what Feng Qingyang pretended, they themselves, even their souls, exuded toughness and roughness from the inside out.
"Brother, do you have a sect?"
“Feng has no sect or school, he is just a casual cultivator. In his early years of training, he obtained a fragmentary cultivation method, which enabled him to break through the peak of the ancient god. However, the original method can only allow me to relax to this point.
After several years of seclusion without any results, I finally decided to go down the mountain to find an opportunity for a breakthrough. Perhaps it was fate that Feng had developed a liking for the Shinto sect after traveling for a period of time. I thought that I would definitely be able to make a breakthrough here."
"Is your surname Feng?" a big man asked, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Feng Qingyang knew it well. Although the Supreme God Realm was large, there were very few people with the surname Feng, at least not in the Suzaku Divine Kingdom. After a pause, he explained, "Surnames are gifts from parents, and there is nothing to hide. My surname is Feng, and my given name is Huang..."