"Fortune has entered the hall, reincarnation has entered the inner chamber. With the Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus added to the mix, has my own sunlit avenue been opened all the way?"
Feng Jiu's eyes shone brilliantly.
Looking at it this way, he really was sitting atop a mountain of treasure. He was going to defy the heavens!
Transforming himself, transforming into the Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus-this was a handpicked treasure of the Three-Life Bronze Coffin's owner. Even on that eerie Plateau, among the Ominous Race, it could claim a place in the ancestral generation!
Ultimately, it was a plant, a life-form... And since it was alive, it fell under the jurisdiction of fortune.
Moreover, as a reincarnation supreme treasure, it could also be stirred by the Great Dao of reincarnation from another world.
These two keys were enough for Feng Jiu to unlock this treasure over the long years ahead.
This treasure stood far above the human Dao domain. Even within the immortal Dao domain, it could be considered something at the very end of the path.
Both were flowers raised by the Three-Life Bronze Coffin's owner. If an ornamental flower could produce pollen particles that benefited an Immortal Emperor, surely the other flower could not be much worse?
Feng Jiu's heart burned with excitement, and he could not wait to try.
In the end, his results were less than ideal.
After all, he had yet to properly transform even his own constitution. Trying to cross the boundaries between species was rather too big a stride.
Still, Feng Jiu had anticipated this. He simply lowered his standards, abandoning the ambition of reaching heaven in a single step. Instead, he tried to attach himself to it, becoming an ornament hanging from a golden thigh, resonating with its aura and the fragrance released whenever "reincarnation" began. He simulated it with divine power and traced it with his mind.
That alone had little effect.
But when he stirred the Myriad Tribulation Reincarnation Lotus again and resonated with it, there was a moment when Feng Jiu vaguely felt himself change, as though he could become a beam of light, standing beyond the world, sweeping through heaven and earth and shuttling through the ages!
With a momentary glance back, he could see heaven, earth, and time cycling through reincarnation. Everything was a succession of shifting rules playing out in turn, while he himself surged forward, leaving it all behind.
Yet just as Feng Jiu tried to do so, he fell out of that state and regressed, as though he had merely strayed into a level that did not belong to him.
"What a pity..."
Feng Jiu stood tall, savoring the experience for a long time before finally sighing.
That state had been so transcendent that he had felt omnipotent, existing beyond the world.
"I need to cultivate fortune and comprehend reincarnation... A heavy burden and a long road ahead."
He calmed himself and imprinted that experience upon his heart. Success would certainly have been a joy, but failure left him with little regret.
The road was already beneath his feet. He only needed to advance one step at a time, and he would eventually reach the summit.
"In this era, no prodigy or outstanding talent can be my opponent anymore..."
Feng Jiu murmured, "Unless Wushi comes!"
"Even Wushi wouldn't be enough!"
He was composed. He was confident.
Feng Jiu left the cave dwelling where he had secluded himself. His long cultivation had left even his mind somewhat weary.
Only three days had passed in the world, while a thousand years had gone by within the cave.
Through myriad tribulations and reincarnations, he had been reborn again and again. It might have looked like quiet cultivation, but throughout those cycles, he had courted death countless times. He had died so often that he was nearly numb to it.
Feng Jiu felt this was not healthy. He ought to relax a little-perhaps by bullying some weaklings.
If all his earnest, arduous cultivation did not let him display his might before the world, would he not have suffered for nothing?
"Hmm, I ought to collect my outstanding payment..."
Feng Jiu muttered. With a turn of his hand, a short blade appeared, tear-like markings emerging upon it. An emerald radiance shone from it, carrying an immortal charm.
This weapon had been forged from immortal tear green gold. After all, the material had only been the size of a fist, so it could only be made into a short blade.
But there was more to come, an outstanding balance. A young man had once hired him to kill someone, promising a chunk of immortal tear green gold the size of a large bowl. The fist-sized piece of immortal gold had merely been the deposit.
Though Feng Jiu's integrity was questionable, and he had subsequently outsourced the job to Hell.
Still, when hiring someone to commit murder, what difference did it make who did the killing?
It was only a Sacred Body at the Great Power level, and one with an impure bloodline at that. Could he possibly defy the heavens?
"Let's see how good Hell is."
Feng Jiu still had confidence in this job.
After all, according to reliable historical records, the final glory of the renowned Sacred Body Lineage during Desolate Antiquity had ended in Void Emperor's lifetime. That had been the last Great Accomplishment Sacred Body documented in the Desolate Ancient Era-the so-called Sacred Body of Saint Cliff!
That Sacred Body's fate had been tragic. Ominous misfortune befell him in his twilight years, and his death was far from dignified. His sacred blood stained Saint Cliff red, the cliff he had carved out of the Undying Mountain forbidden zone. It seemed inseparable from Undying Daoist, the Faith Body of the Undying Heavenly Emperor.
In the future, that Sacred Body's remains would even "rise as a corpse" and strangle the assassin organization's final Lord of the Heavenly Court, who had fled into Saint Cliff.
Still, the legacy of the Nine Secrets: Xing had been left behind, engraved on the lid of that Sacred Body's coffin.
"Wait, that's not right..."
Feng Jiu suddenly spotted a blind spot.
"The original plot explicitly stated that the Assassin Heavenly Court was destroyed during the Desolate Ancient Era... And according to its traditions, in an era when an Ancient Great Emperor lived, there was a Heavenly Court, but no Lord of the Heavenly Court."
"The final Lord of the Heavenly Court... That means it must have been an era without an emperor."
"And Great Emperor Wushi was indisputably the final emperor of the Desolate Ancient Era."
"Wushi entered the Undying Mountain and suppressed Undying Daoist at Saint Cliff. He utterly crushed everything in his path, separating his body from his primordial spirit and sealing each away, just waiting to offer him up as a sacrifice when the Road to Immortality opened..."
"Following the sequence bit by bit, the Lord of the Heavenly Court was already dead inside the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body's coffin when Wushi went to Saint Cliff... So did Wushi ever obtain the Nine Secrets: Xing?"
"Whether the Nine Secrets: Xing on that coffin lid was left by the Lord of the Heavenly Court or was bait planted by Undying Daoist..."
"It makes no difference."
"Even Undying Daoist was a fish on the chopping block, unable to control his own life or death. A soul search would settle everything..."
Feng Jiu wore an odd expression.
Would Wushi have searched Undying Daoist's soul?
Judging by that Big Black Dog Wushi raised... it was hard to say!
"Forget it. It has nothing to do with me."
Feng Jiu shook his head and went out for a stroll, hoping good news would arrive.
But... things did not go as he wished.
"What?"
"One of Hell's assassin kings was beaten to death?"
"A Great Accomplishment King chased after that Great Power Sacred Body and could only eat his dust?"
Listening to the news passed from mouth to mouth by those all-knowing passersby, Feng Jiu leaned back.
Was Hell really this pathetic?
"Wait, did that Sacred Body have a bell hovering over his head?" he asked a fellow enthusiast at the Miaoyu Nunnery. Their conversation had shifted from romantic pleasures to the major incident that had recently shaken the Eastern Wasteland.
"No, he didn't. He was only holding a three-
"pointed, double-edged blade. It seemed to be a secret treasure, capable of blocking an Incomplete Saint Weapon."
"But the man himself was truly astonishing, and far too good at escaping. Even a Great Accomplishment King couldn't finish him off in pursuit!"
"Then it's fine!"
Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and left.
"Hell is useless! They're ruining assassins' reputations!"
"Looks like I must take action myself and suppress that Sacred Body!"
Whether the Sacred Body lived or died was a minor matter. His reputation, his outstanding payment, his immortal tear green gold-those were what truly mattered!
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