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Chapter 653: 378: Qi of the Nine Heavens
Chapter 653: 378: Qi of the Nine Heavens
Chapter 653: Chapter 378: Qi of the Nine Heavens
“Hmm?!”
Feng Qing’an sensed something unusual immediately, feeling an intense surge of energy throughout his body, as if his blood were boiling and his vital energy in tumultuous motion. Especially in his Dantian, an emptiness filled with fluid energy, it felt like an influx of light energy was gathering.
What felt even more peculiar to the youth was the sense of his blood ready to burst out from his spine, like his robes were about to inflate, as if his flesh and blood would suddenly sprout wings and take flight.
In a split second, Feng Qing’an remembered the statue of the god he’d seen outside the palace when he entered — a creature with a bird’s head and human’s body, sporting wings on its back.
“What kind of place is this?”
Feng Qing’an turned around to ask the Feather People who had walked in with him. Upon hearing his question, their expressions, already filled with mixed feelings, turned even grimmer.
Considering the location and structure of these buildings in the city, wasn’t it already obvious what kind of place this was? Were they being humiliated?
“What do you mean?”
Yun Chenglu inquired.
“Nothing really, I just feel there is something very unusual about this place, a unique aura surrounds it, hence my curiosity. Can you explain?”
“This palace is called ‘The Nine Heavens,’ the first palace our Qiong Yu ancestors built after arriving here. It is said that our patriarch ascended to immortality here, transforming into a trail of clear air that still fills this place, protecting our clan to this day.”
Yun Chenglu felt puzzled by Feng Qing’an’s reply. While she had concerns, she realized it was not her place to delve into the reasons behind his actions, and thus, she provided her answer.
This wasn’t a secret; every clan with a specific heritage had such a sacred place, but it was rarely shown to outsiders, let alone permitted entry.
However, their Qiong Yu clan was too weak to resist any opposition, hence their inability to even protest.
“After ascending, he turned into a stream of clear air?”
Feng Qing’an showed a surprised expression. He had read about such phenomena in the Buddhist scriptures, but those who experienced such marvels were usually powerful beings with supernatural abilities.
“No, what your ancestors left behind wasn’t clear air!”
The boy’s eyebrows raised, leaving Yun Chenglu, who had been uncertain whether or not to reveal more, utterly stunned. What he said was definitely strange. Was he referring to her ancestors or his own? His tone bore such certainty.
“Qi of the Nine Heavens?!”
Feng Qing’an, also unsure, felt changes in the aura currents entering his body.
Even though he had read about it in some ancient books, the epochs when these entities were active were too distant, almost impossible to trace. He found it hard to believe that he would encounter such divine objects just by casually strolling around.
What is the Qi of the Nine Heavens?
It is the authority of the heavens. Whenever someone can control the Qi of the Nine Heavens, they become a god.
This is the highest honor in the way of the gods, different from the Earth Spirits of mountains and rivers. The gods are truly coexistent with the world, shining with the sun and the moon. As for the human spirit revered in the human world, there is no need for comparison.
“Was the founder of your Qiong Yu clan a god?”
Feng Qing’an’s gaze turned to the Feather People. It was at this moment that his robes could no longer withstand the tension and burst open. A brilliant divine light shone behind him; flesh and bones intertwined, and he sprouted a large pair of wings on his back.
The pure white wings shimmered with a holy light, leaving the Feather People who had followed him inside utterly stunned. They could feel an aura emanating from Feng Qing’an that seemed like the original source of their clan.
Intimacy, dependence, admiration, awe, prostration, worship!
In this moment, for these Feather People, Feng Qing’an felt as if he was their ancestor. However, this scenario proved even more confusing for them.
Beyond their general bafflement and helplessness, they couldn’t understand what had happened. How did an ordinary man suddenly transform into their clan’s ancestor?
“Sir, do you have our Qiong Yu clan’s bloodline?”
With an expression mixing joy, confusion and anticipation, Yun Chenglu cautiously looked at Feng Qing’an and pondered her words.
The most reasonable explanation for the current situation was that it involved someone from the Human Race with a great origin, possibly a Heavenly Immortal reborn to cultivate again, who had also found his protector and had the Qiong Yu bloodline.
Through some serendipitous encounter, he had arrived at the sacred place where the Qiong Yu ancestors had ascended, accidentally activating his dormant bloodline, which led to his current state.
Judging by the aura he emitted, he certainly had a much stronger bloodline than they did. Perhaps he was as powerful as their ancestors, who were closest to the original source.
“What are you babbling about? Can’t you tell if I have the bloodline or not?”
Feng Qing’an rolled his eyes at the question. He had a rough idea of what was going on, but there was something he couldn’t figure out.
Why didn’t these remnants of the Qi of the Nine Heavens choose the Feather People, who obviously shared a closer bloodline, and why did they choose him, a person from the Human Race, an outsider with no connection?
“I just inherited the Qi of the Nine Heavens left by your ancestors. Don’t you feel it?”
Feng Qing’an felt a bit puzzled. These Feather People definitely regarded this place with due respect. However, that respect seemed to be merely symbolic, carrying mental significance. In reality, they seemed oblivious to the great opportunities this place held, not knowing exactly what was left here.