Two months later, Feng Qingyang appeared in the Supreme Divine Realm.
Behind the snow mountain of the Dongtian Clan, there is no natural chasm, only a one-way fixed-point teleportation formation.
In other words, you can only go out but not come in.
His departure also meant that Feng Qingyang had completely severed his ties with the Dongtian Clan.
This is a wasteland. In the two months since he was teleported here, he has not seen any human presence. He began to retreat in the cave, making a last effort to restore his cultivation.
He was thirsty and looked no different from an ordinary person, but only he knew the changes that had taken place. The petrified Nine-Layer Immortal Palace was gradually eroding his meridians. If his meridians were also petrified, he would be completely finished.
One day, Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his eyes, and the usual bright light was no longer in them. Instead, they appeared cloudy and hazy, as if his third eye was also affected by the petrification and began to weaken.
"My magic power is dissipating from the inside out. If my body is not broken, I will never be able to practice." A hoarse voice came out from Wang Chen's mouth. His body gradually became stiff, and he suddenly raised his hand and pressed hard on the ground.
At that moment, there was a loud bang, and the calm earth suddenly trembled. A column of fire gushed out from deep underground, and it instantly submerged Feng Qingyang.
He trembled and endured the burning of the flames anxiously, but in this lesson, he seemed to be rejuvenated, a touch of vitality appeared on his body, the turbidity in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he began to recover greatly.
This was just his way of alleviating the problem. He used the impact of the flame veins to disperse the petrification in his body. It turned out that he would not be able to do this in the small world of the Dongtian Clan. Perhaps the rules of heaven and earth there were somewhat different. But when he returned to the Supreme Divine Realm, he instantly realized that something was wrong with himself.
Having lost his magic power, he had a hard time taking a single step here. The powerful Shinto laws oppressed him, making it impossible for him to fly in the air or even jump. He was like an ordinary man walking in the world, with difficulty and slowness in his steps.
Later, relying on the impact of the Flame Vein, he found that he could temporarily alleviate the suppression from heaven and earth. This is also the fundamental reason why Feng Qingyang has not yet walked out of the wasteland.
If the fundamental problem is not resolved, his condition will become increasingly serious, and may even deteriorate to the point where his Flame Meridians cannot be suppressed, and he will be not far from death.
At this time, after being cleansed by the inflammation pulse, he finally recovered his normal appearance. His body was crystal clear and fairy light was flowing. In this state, he could continue on the journey for several days.
Half a year later, Feng Qingyang came to the fringe area. During this period, his petrification became more and more serious. At one point, he even turned into a mummy. His meridians quickly petrified, along with his muscles, skin, and cell particles.
His own seriousness had already reached a critical moment. When he helped Rose resist the Killing Emperor Law in Danhai, his whole body of immortal paths were slashed by the divine path. Rose's poisoned dagger was not a fatal blow. The fatal thing was that after she broke through Feng Qingyang's defense, the Killing Emperor Law directly slashed at the origin of his body.
In other words, if he wants to restore his cultivation now, there is only one way, and that is to reshape his origin, and his origin is the destiny in his dantian.
The seed that was no longer rotating in the Ninth Floor Immortal Palace could only be activated by stimulating it with the powerful force of the Flame Vein. However, the Flame Vein here was not strong at all. Unless it reached the level of the Flame Vein at the border of the Suzaku Divine Kingdom, only then would he have hope of recovery.
"If you want to recover, you can only absorb more power from the Flame Vein." Feng Qingyang looked a little scary at this moment, with disheveled hair and a disheveled appearance. He exuded an aura of old age, like a petrified man. As he was on the road, the luster on his body quickly dissipated, which looked particularly shocking.
In silence, Feng Qingyang's mind raced. He had no magic power now, and his only advantage was that his body could still move. Relying on his physical strength, he could still defeat ordinary gods.
Now, the only way is to find the ancient god or the god of heaven, capture one alive and ask where this place is. Only in this way can we have a chance to find the Flame Vein.
Five days later, Feng Qingyang's decline had almost reached the extreme. He was in dire straits. However, at this moment, a stream of light flashed in the void, a faint halo, a very ordinary light, which was like a life-saving straw in his eyes.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, and tried his best to mobilize the last bit of his physical strength. He stepped forward and jumped up like a cannonball. His speed was so fast that he was close to the stream of light in an instant.
Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and punched him down from high in the air.
Boom!
The stream of light fell to the ground, creating a huge deep pit. Feng Qingyang fell from the air and stood grimly on the edge of the pit, looking indifferently at the ancient god lying in the pit, who was dazed and knocked unconscious.
As an early Heavenly God, he could tell the other party's cultivation level at a glance. Perhaps, he did not expect that he would be knocked down from the air by someone else. The power was so strong that it was almost enough to crush him.
After a long time, the god gradually regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Feng Qingyang's devilish eyes. He trembled all over and hurriedly stood up from the ground. He bowed to Feng Qingyang and said tremblingly: "I don't know how I have offended you, senior. I hope you can forgive me."
Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then he thought of his own appearance and was instantly relieved. No wonder the other party was afraid. He was already extremely terrifying now.
"Answer me a few questions. If you are satisfied, you can leave. If not, I will leave your life." Feng Qingyang took a thousand steps. At this moment, his appearance was too terrifying. His petrified body made him look like a weirdo. Although there was no fluctuation of mana on his body, he exuded a strong and sinister aura that was captivating all the time.
It seemed that even if he was seriously injured, not a single drop of blood would flow out, and he was completely out of the human realm.
His hair was dry, like straw, without any luster, and his body was completely petrified, without any trace of skin. His eyes were strangely turbid, and he looked no different from a dead person.
He was dressed in white, which looked dusty and grey after half a year of traveling. A terrifying aura emanated from his entire body from head to toe. His words frightened the gods beside him and made them scream.
"Shut up." Feng Qingyang breathed heavily and looked at him deeply.
As the hoarse sound spread, the evil spirit that was reverberating throughout heaven and earth suddenly rolled back, forming a powerful pressure that surrounded the god.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang transformed into a terrifying demon, with cloudy but murderous eyes and a petrified body, which deeply shocked the god.
"Senior, you tell me, I will tell you what I know."