This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 133 The Great Wisdom Arrives

Inside the prison, which seemed to have been forgotten by time, Xiao Xingchen did not stop even in the cold and damp cell. How could he easily hand over his life to others?

Therefore, once his injuries had improved slightly, he began to organize his spiritual space.

The key factor in this predicament was the chaos in his mind. The already formed demon fetus, Fei Fei, should have followed his original plan to ask Da Ji about the reasons behind it all.

However, now that Daji has disappeared, he has no choice but to save himself.

There are three troubles: first, the demon fetus filled with demon blood; second, the battle sword; and third, the aura of another blade.

These three auras not only failed to complement each other, but instead hindered each other, causing him to completely degenerate into a mortal.

He had heard Daji explain the power system of the Nine Heavens.

One is the spiritual platform, just like he is now, opening up the spiritual platform below his heart and channeling his energy there.

The second level is Fusang. Daji did not describe the realm of this level in detail at the time. She only vaguely remembered that the second level of Fusang seemed to be able to prolong people's lifespan.

Using this as a starting point, he began to delve deeper, using knowledge from his past life to fill the gaps in his present life.

Wood symbolizes life. Since the Double Fusang Heaven is closely related to life, the meaning of Fusang must refer to the Fusang tree.

When mentioning the Fusang tree, one cannot help but think of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. He pondered the records of Fusang for a long time, and only in the Classic of Mountains and Seas could he learn a little about it.

Below it is Tang Valley, and above Tang Valley is Fusang, the place where the ten suns bathe. It is located north of Black Teeth, in the water, and there is a huge tree. Nine suns live on the lower branches and one sun lives on the upper branch. It also has another name, the Tree of Heaven.

Legend has it that in ancient times, in the eastern part of the world, there was a towering tree called the Fusang tree, which was three thousand miles tall. It was like a ladder to heaven, and one could climb up to the heavens by following this tree. Therefore, it was also known as the Heavenly Tree.

Ten suns reside in the tree year-round, with only one sun going out to work each day, while the other nine rest in the tree.

They take turns, each performing its own function. Each sun is carried by a three-legged crow, soaring freely in the sky. This is the information he painstakingly searched for from his memories of his past life.

After experiencing many trials and tribulations, he suddenly realized that many myths and legends were not unfounded. Just like the Heaven and Earth, and the Nine Heavens, he had a vague premonition that the rumors about Zhu Bajie in the Silent Temple of Burning City and the records of Xiao Jianxian about the Great Sage seemed to be true.

Feifei's appearance further confirmed this. Feifei originated from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, yet now she was truly standing before his eyes.

So he began to try simulations. He wanted to give it a shot, regardless of whether they were effective or not. If he could solve the problem in his mind at that moment, he would really be rich.

He pondered to himself, since the second heaven is called Fusang Heaven, does that mean that as long as one uses the spiritual platform as a foundation and grows a Fusang tree, one can directly reach the heart and enter the third heaven?

Regardless of whether the world is like this or not, this is what he thinks, and this is what he tries.

Since Lingtai is already missing one player, adding another Fusang tree to complete the mahjong game doesn't seem like a bad idea.

The demon blood from Fei Fei, like a mysterious power, quietly disappeared into the demon fetus.

He carefully guided the flow of demon blood, which then took root and sprouted on his spiritual platform, using the demon blood as nourishment to condense into a towering Fusang tree.

Next, he cleverly utilized the branches of the Fusang tree to store the energy of the sword and the blade.

The hibiscus tree has ten branches. He secretly speculated that if he could fill all ten branches, he might be able to reach the state of perfection.

At that time, he might be able to grasp the opportunity to reach the third heaven.

However, at this moment, his first task is to condense the Fusang Tree, using demon blood as the trunk and the spiritual platform as the roots, to create a towering tree that can reach straight to his heart.

What he didn't know was that this method went against the cultivation principles of this world. The true second level was not about condensing the Fusang Tree in the heart chamber, but about exploring the lower dantian.

Unfortunately, Daji did not make it clear last time, which made Xiao Xingchen, who considered himself smart, think it made a lot of sense after thinking it over and over again. Regardless of the consequences, he resolutely began to try it.

The demonic blood was forced into his body like a tidal wave, and he could clearly feel the wounds scattered all over his body beginning to heal, like withered grass being blown by a spring breeze.

Putting everything else aside, the demon blood had thoroughly transformed his physique. He could deeply feel the hidden power within his body, which was now extraordinary, like a sleeping lion gradually awakening.

With the help of this powerful force, the demonic embryo was quickly submerged in demonic blood, and then began to take root according to the shape of the Fusang tree in its memory.

Countless blood lines spread densely across the surface of the demon fetus like a spider web, then extended in all directions, just like tree roots beneath the ground, tightly wrapping around his blood vessels.

So simple? He was taken aback; condensing a Fusang tree was so easy.

He pressed his advantage and began to let the demon blood emerge from the demon embryo. A tree trunk, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil, first stretched out from the demon embryo.

As the tree trunk extended toward the heart, a surge of intense power, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly erupted, and the heart began to beat rapidly like a war drum.

That feeling of power, as if it owned the world, surged like a raging torrent, rising along the tree trunk and sweeping across its entire body once more.

His expression brightened with joy; he had indeed guessed correctly, and the method was indeed effective. As the demon blood condensed into the shape of a Fusang tree, the battle sword and blade energy seemed to have found a place to reside. The two energies within the demon embryo instantly became harmonious, transforming from a tense standoff into a cooperative partnership.

They seemed to want to burst out of the demonic womb and head towards the heart in one go.

At this very moment, the demon blood surged forth from the demon embryo like a flood bursting its banks, and a towering divine tree, like a sharp sword, pierced straight into its heart.

A heart-wrenching pain shot through me, as if pierced by a thousand arrows—the agony of being stabbed.

However, immediately afterward, something exploded in his heart, and an overwhelming force surged forth like a flood bursting its banks. His fragile heart was like a candle flickering in the wind, utterly powerless to withstand it.

Xiao Xingchen's face twisted into a pretzel shape in an instant, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were tightly gripping his heart, making his breathing rapid and difficult, and the shadow of death loomed over his head like a dark cloud.

A mouthful of blood gushed out like a fountain, but this was far from over. The appearance of the Demon Blood Fusang Tree seemed to have touched some mysterious taboo, and an earth-shattering heavenly might descended from the sky like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

The body that was originally sitting cross-legged now felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on it.

With a loud thud, his limbs were pinned to the ground as if nailed there, leaving him in a humiliating, prostrate position.

His chest felt like it was being burned by fire, his face turned ashen, and he was filled with fear, wondering if he had made a mistake somewhere.

He hurriedly tried to dispel the demonic blood tree in his heart, but the demonic blood tree was like a stubborn holdout. Since taking root in his heart, it had ignored his commands and refused to leave.

However, the atrium could no longer withstand the immense power emanating from the Demon Blood Divine Tree, and the heart showed signs of collapse.

"Go back, go back first, come back after I've figured it out!"

He roared inwardly, for in that instant, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, like a sharp sword, slamming into his heart.

Like a porcelain vase crushed by Mount Tai, his chest was pierced by a heavy hammer in an instant, and crimson blood gushed out like a fountain. His heart was nearly shattered by the lightning.

The Demon Blood Divine Tree, which had already begun to show its potential, became the target of the thunderbolts. The crackling lightning, like venomous snakes, forcefully blasted the demon blood back into the demon embryo.

The demonic fetus, like a frightened bird, swiftly retracted its spreading tentacles as if electrocuted, then tightly wrapped itself up, no longer daring to let its demonic blood seep out, obediently retreating into its spiritual core.

Xiao Xingchen felt a buzzing in his head, his vision went black, and he fainted. In the instant he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a deafening thunderous sound.

"Those who defy Yin and Yang deserve to be executed!"