Looking at the mirror light and the pitch-black sun, Lin Feng's lips curled into a faint smile.
In the mirror light, white clouds could be faintly seen, and under the cover of the pitch-black sun, different colors of light could be seen flowing non-stop.
That mirror light was naturally the light of the Haotian Mirror, and that pitch-black sun was the manifestation of the demon power of the Twelve Illusory Suns, the current clan master of Youdu Race.
At that moment, in the eyes of the people of Taixu Temple and the Youdu Race, different scenes appeared.
In the eyes of the people of Taixu Temple, there was also a pitch-black sun rising. Other than that, there was a purple auspicious cloud, and in the purple auspicious cloud, there seemed to be different scenes emerging.
In the eyes of the strong practitioners of Youdu Race, they saw the purple auspicious cloud and the bright mirror light.
The three parties looked at the scene in front of them and knew that it was the result of the magic power or demon power of the opponent pouring into the sea of light.
However, no matter if it was Lin Feng, the cultivators of Taixu Temple, or the Youdu Race, they didn't attack each other first. Instead, they placed their attention on the sea of light in front of them.
Under the guidance of their magic power divine arts, the boundless spirit qi in the spirit sea formed a huge wave that surged towards the sea of light.
At that moment, the sea of light seemed to have become a bottomless abyss, swallowing all the spirit qi that surged in. Not even a wave could be made.
However, the expressions of Zhu Yi, Wang Lin, and the rest changed slightly. They could faintly feel that the sea of light seemed to have dimmed slightly.
In terms of spatial distance, the sea of light in front of them seemed to be slowly shrinking.
The extent of its shrinking was very small, and the speed was very slow, but it was actually changing. Even the world of the spirit sea that everyone was in seemed to be changing.
Streams of light that manifested from the Great Dao stretched out from within and hung down like silk ribbons, wrapping around the bodies of Lin Feng and his disciple.
These lights gave off a feeling of being incomplete, broken, and disorderly. However, as time passed, they gradually became complete again. Then, they separated from everyone's bodies and drifted into the Spirit Sea in the distance. Then, they disappeared into the vast void without a trace.
But between heaven and earth, the brilliance of the Great Path gradually became dazzling, dazzling and indistinct.
From the sea of light, a brand new brilliance of the Great Path would emerge and continue to wrap around Lin Feng and his disciple.
Lin Feng and the others were already sitting cross-legged in the empty void, facing the seemingly boundless sea of light.
At this moment, the Bell of Good Fortune had already shed its original appearance. Instead, it had revealed its second manifestation, the River of Time. The huge ancient bell transformed into a gurgling river that flowed endlessly. It was long and full of vicissitudes. It was like the long river of time that washed over all things.
The River of Time surrounded Lin Feng and the others, flowing unceasingly. It was as if Heaven and Earth were changing because of it.
The sea of light and the world of the spirit sea were like two different worlds. Under the operation of Lin Feng's supernatural power, the River of Time turned into a boundary, causing the world that Lin Feng and his disciple were in to seem to be separated from the spirit sea and the sea of light, becoming a third world.
But this world was closely connected to the world of the spirit sea and the sea of light. The boundary between the boundaries was extremely blurred. The three seemed to form a mysterious balance, and they were mutually connected.
As time passed, the appearance of the sea of light in front of Lin Feng gradually changed. The brilliance it emitted gradually turned purple.
Streams of purple light constantly shuttled back and forth in the sea of light. Their number increased and they became denser and denser. The overall purple light also seemed to become thicker and thicker, as if it was going to dye the entire sea of light purple.
At the same time, in the world of the spirit sea that the cultivators of Taixu Temple were in, the sea of light in front of them also gradually became like the light of a Haotian Mirror. It was clear and tranquil, without any waves. It was like the surface of a mirror.
Meanwhile, the sea of light in front of the strong practitioners of Youdu Race was dyed black. In the black sea of light, large amounts of god markings appeared, as if there were bubbles rising in the water.
Lin Feng's eyes were closed, and his expression was at ease. He could feel that his side, Taixu Temple, and Youdu Race were all using their own supernatural power and willpower to infect the sea of light in front of them.
Meanwhile, the sea of light that represented the gap in the spirit sea was gradually shrinking in size.
In the sea of light, in the center of the area that the three sides occupied, there was a core that was also forming, turning from illusion to reality. From an illusory level, it was transitioning into something real.
In the center of his area, a purple auspicious cloud was gradually growing. The auspicious cloud was becoming more and more condensed, becoming more and more real. Even though it still looked like an illusory cloud without a fixed form, it was already an existence that had stepped into the real world.
The area that the three sides occupied continued to expand, and the borders of the areas were also gradually getting closer.
In Lin Feng's consciousness, the eight trigrams had laid down the foundation of creation. The four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were in a mess, and then they stabilized once again, deducing the phenomenon of creation.
Everything transformed into the path of Yin and Yang, one black and one white flowing continuously.
The path of creation alternated between going forward and going backward, repeating the cycle.
On top of his head, a light shadow lit up. It seemed to be only three yards in radius, like a canopy, but there were all kinds of principles deduced within, making it too much for the eyes to take in. Billions of formation markings interweaved continuously, and it was the Formation of Yin and Yang Life and Death.
In the Formation of Yin and Yang Life and Death, there was a huge and majestic palace that looked like the residence of a god king in the heavens. It was shrouded in layers of light, and even if one couldn't see it clearly, one could feel the overbearing and awe-inspiring concept of power within.
The taiji diagram on Lin Feng's forehead spun continuously, and streams of light poured out from it, landing in the sea of light in front of him.
As time passed, the aura on his body became more and more profound, giving people a feeling that it was unfathomable.
And the River of Time that flowed around his body also became more and more profound.
The direction of the river could not be seen, and its source could not be identified. It was as if it was engraved in time, and it was difficult to define its length and position. But there was a middle-aged man sitting in the river, giving people a feeling that this man was sitting in the middle of the River of Time. No matter how much time flowed, he would not move.
This man was the Original Spirit of the Bell of Fate, Fate Creation Boy. But at this moment, it was difficult to call him a "boy". Not only did he look like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but his appearance was still changing, and he was slowly aging.
As Lin Feng and the others continued to replenish and refine the Spiritual Sea, time continued to pass. In the end, although Fate Creation Boy was still wearing a black and white Taoist robe, his appearance had changed into that of an old man.
Although he looked thin and hale and hearty, his hair and beard were all white, and he looked old.
Only his eyes contained many characteristics of an infant, a teenager, and a middle-aged man at the same time, making it impossible to tell his age.
Beside Lin Feng, his disciples were also gradually changing.
Zhu Yi manifested his Dharmakaya of Void Return. He looked calm and peaceful, but the Golden Bridge of the Nirvana Realm had already appeared below him. On the Golden Bridge, many lights and shadows gradually emerged, and they were all sages and great scholars from ancient times to the present.
The sound of reading was endless, and gradually, it was no longer limited to the sound of reading. It became more and more noisy, and all kinds of voices could be heard.
But the Golden Bridge of the Nirvana Realm's magnificent willpower and spirit became purer and more condensed.
Besides the original eight halos on the Golden Bridge of the Nirvana Realm, the ninth halo also began to appear slowly.
On the other side, Wang Lin's change was even more obvious. His mirror-like eyes became more and more dazzling, and his head gradually began to change back to the original Dharmakaya of Void Return. It was no longer like the Incarnation of the Great Devil, which exuded a strong power of Qi and blood that was like the life and death of the universe from his acupoints.
His torso was also showing the same changes, but all the power of Qi and blood was converging towards a point in his body, and that was where his heart was.
When Wang Lin's Dharmakaya of Void Return was first formed, his heart was in the shape of his spiritual power mystique, Emperor Yan's Hall.
But now, Wang Lin stood in the void, his four limbs spread out. His left leg turned into layers of light, and within the light, there was a huge black palace. It was Emperor Yan's Hall.
The doors of Emperor Yan's Hall opened, and other than the two wheels of light, one black and one white, there was a figure sitting on the throne. He was wearing a black dragon robe and had a flat crown on his head, just like the lord of hell.
That figure had the same facial features as Wang Lin, but he was cold and dignified, and looked down on all life.
On his forehead, there was a vertical demonic mark, just like the Incarnation of the Great Devil.
On the other side, Wang Lin's right leg also turned into layers of light, and within the light, there was a black stone bridge. It seemed to have existed since ancient times, and would never be destroyed. The bridge connected life and death, ghosts and gods, yin and yang, and heaven and earth.
On the stone bridge, a man in green stood. He looked ordinary and leisurely, but he also looked like Wang Lin. It was just that compared to the lord of hell in Emperor Yan's Hall, this Wang Lin looked much kinder. He had a smile on his face, and the only thing that stood out was that there was also a vertical demonic mark on his forehead.
Wang Lin's left and right hands respectively turned into the Yellow Springs Road and the River of Forgetfulness. On the road and in the river, there was also a Wang Lin.
The Wang Lin on the road did not look like an adult, but a youth, stubborn and ordinary, and walked alone. The Wang Lin in the river was expressionless, his eyes closed. He was like a stubborn rock in the Yellow Springs River, motionless and silent.
And these two Wang Lin's also had a vertical demonic mark on their foreheads.
The head of Wang Lin, who had manifested his Void Return Physique, was no longer emitting any power of qi and blood. Instead, it was gradually turning into a hazy glow.
In that glow, the mirror-like Stone of Three Lives flickered and gradually took shape.
In the spirit sea, there were three parties fighting, but there was no anger. However, everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
Very quickly, new changes occurred. Whether it was Lin Feng and his disciple, or the people of Taixu Temple and the experts of the Youdu Tribe, all of them felt it.
Others had already come to the shore of the sea of light and interacted with it.
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