Section 197

Xia Feng forced a smile: "Old Ancestors, please go back first. I know my injury very well, it will be fine in a few days."

"After I recover, I will continue telling the Old Ancestors about the Breakthrough, picking up from where Grandpa left off."

Joy filled everyone's faces, and knowing that Xia Feng was seeing them off, they left one after another.

Xia Naiwen and Huang Xiaoqian stayed behind, looking at Xia Feng with a hint of worry.

"Are your injuries really okay?"

"Also... you killed someone from the Oriental Family, I don't know..."

Xia Feng smiled and looked at his parents: "When soldiers come, use generals to block them; when water comes, use earth to cover it. If one is afraid to move forward because of fear, then the path of cultivation is cut off."

He vaguely sensed that the layers of bloody mist within his body seemed to have undergone some inexplicable change.

After dealing with his parents for a few sentences, he calmed his mind and spirit, introspecting to examine the changes in the bloody mist.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of pleasant surprise in his expression.

That bloody mist seemed like the last embers of a fire, an indispensable fuel for igniting the Divine Fire.

He had originally worried that cultivating Ten Daos simultaneously might make the path to igniting the Divine Fire incredibly difficult and bumpy.

But he didn't expect to receive such good news right at the beginning, which at least gave him a direction to strive towards.

Chapter 242: The Path to Igniting Divine Fire, Power Of Faith

Previously, Summer Bright had told Xia Feng some things about igniting the Divine Fire.

However, only after Xia Feng himself truly broke through did he realize that the situation was not entirely the same as what Grandpa had said.

Summer Bright only cultivated the Spatial Dao, so igniting the Divine Fire only required converting it into Divine Power to ignite.

But Xia Feng cultivated Ten Daos, and the most troublesome issue before him was not igniting the Divine Fire, but how to merge the Ten Daos.

During the battle with Oriental Le'an earlier, he had faintly grasped that feeling of enlightenment.

It seemed possible to use the bloody mist to hide the rules of other Great Daos within the rules of the Great Dao being used when attacking.

However, the fight was too short, and he only had a faint sense of that enlightenment, without being able to fully grasp it.

Now, having calmed down, he attempted to use that bloody mist to condense and convert different Great Dao rules.

After two attempts, he slightly furrowed his brow and gave up on this attempt.

Xia Naiwen, seeing Xia Feng's worried expression next to him, also became tense.

"Xia Feng, what's wrong?"

Xia Feng paused, not wanting his parents to worry, and smiled: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about how to recover my body."

Xia Naiwen immediately stood up in a hurry: "Then you hurry up and think, your mother and I won't disturb you here."

He got up and pulled Huang Xiaoqian away, muttering as he walked: "I'm going to build a statue for our son."

Xia Feng opened his mouth, wanting to stop him, but Xia Naiwen ran faster than anyone else at this moment.

He leaned back on the bed, feeling a bit helpless, and carefully pondered how to merge the Great Dao rules.

That blood mist was indeed useful; under its regulation, the Great Daos could barely merge together.

Moreover, Xia Feng had a realization that if this merging happened a few more times, perhaps the Great Daos could be merged without the blood mist in the future.

This was supposed to be a good thing, but Xia Feng discovered that the blood mist was not inexhaustible.

Each merge consumed a considerable amount of blood mist, and without a way to replenish it, Xia Feng couldn't continue this attempt.

However, the blood mist came from the Heavenly Tribulation blood cloud, and besides these two Heavenly Tribulations, he had never seen this magical blood mist anywhere else.

He frowned, suddenly hearing a voice from outside the hall.

"Zhang Heng, you still dare to come here?"

Xia Feng was stunned, Zhang Heng?

Wasn't he a minister who was very resistant to him becoming the Emperor Child before? What was he doing here now?

A somewhat muffled voice sounded: "I realized how short-sighted I was in the past, so I specifically came to apologize to the Emperor Child."

"Heh? Didn't you just a while ago clamor that the people from the Nine Great God Realms had arrived and the Emperor Child was finished?"

"Hmph, you even spoke wildly saying that the Emperor Child's death would come as soon as the envoys left?"

"Now you finally see how powerful the Emperor Child is, right?"

These words were spoken smugly, but Zhang Heng did not retort, instead lowering his head, his voice slightly muffled.

"I have clearly realized how ridiculous I was before. Now I am sincerely asking for the Emperor Child's forgiveness."

The guard at the door sneered: "Who knows if you're here to apologize or to take advantage of the situation to harm the Emperor Child."

Zhang Heng paused, seemingly remembering that Xia Feng was currently severely injured.

After hesitating for a moment, he directly knelt down at the entrance, his expression showing a hint of sincerity.

Zhang Heng greatly admired Summer Bright and had once looked down on Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

He felt that the current Xia Emperor's position should belong to Summer Bright, and the Emperor Child should not be Xia Feng.

He had always believed that the two of them had only reached where they were today because of Summer Bright.

And Summer Bright had been taken away by the Martial God from the Upper Realm, which left Zhang Heng very confused and unsure of how to position himself.

He vented all his extreme and sharp emotions onto Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

Therefore, he had publicly spoken ill of Xia Feng quite often, and Xia Naiwen, given Zhang Heng's genuine loyalty to the Great Xia Empire, had never bothered too much with it.

Of course, it was also related to Xia Naiwen not having had the time to deal with it before.

Today, seeing Xia Feng defeat Oriental Le'an, Zhang Heng suddenly realized how ridiculous he had been and came to Xia Feng to ask for forgiveness.

Xia Feng didn't really care; if he wanted to kneel, let him kneel.

As for whether to forgive or not, would a person care about the resentment of an ant?

He was just about to close his eyes and continue to feel the enlightenment of the Great Dao Fusion when he noticed wisps of bloody mist floating in through the tightly closed door.

The blood mist went straight into the Dream Pearl on his chest, then quickly converted into a nearly white mist that drilled into his body.

That comfortable feeling, as if immersing himself in a hot spring in the depths of winter, made Xia Feng groan out loud.

Then he quickly regained his senses.

What was that thing? And how was it produced?

Xia Feng closed his eyes and carefully sensed the white mist in his body. A moment later, a hint of understanding appeared on his face.

That bloody mist was the Power Of Faith from the crowd, which could only be absorbed within a certain distance around Xia Feng.

Alternatively, if a person worshipped his portrait or statue, a small amount of Power Of Faith could also be generated.

The blood cloud in the sky before was a bit of Power Of Faith absorbed by the Heavenly Dao, which Xia Feng then directly swallowed.

Although this bloody mist could also be used for cultivation, it often contained some of the original owner's mixed emotions.

The Heavenly Dao's blood cloud was clearly refined, so Xia Feng had no problem directly swallowing it.

The bloody mist floating over now, if Xia Feng were to swallow it directly, would likely be affected by the emotions of the crowd.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng looked at the Dream Pearl with a hint of excitement.

However, he didn't have to worry about these issues. All the Power Of Faith, after converging, was absorbed by the Dream Pearl and refined.

The white Power Of Faith then fed back to Xia Feng was already very pure Power Of Faith.

This Power Of Faith was much more effective than the bloody mist and could merge the Great Daos together more efficiently.

Moreover, he had a vague feeling that after the various emotions in the mist were absorbed by the Dream Pearl, the Dream Pearl also seemed to gain a lot of benefits.

It was an indescribable feeling, just like when the Dream Pearl upgraded before.

Without dwelling on it too much, Xia Feng swallowed a few pills, then lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside, Zhang Heng and the gate guards were still continuously providing Xia Feng with Power Of Faith, but the further it went, the weaker it became, as if it could break off at any moment.

Inside the Dream Pearl, Xia Feng closed his eyes, and everything around him slowly began to change.

Including himself, he gradually transformed into the appearance he imagined. A large amount of Power Of Faith gathered within his body, attempting to ignite the Divine Fire in this way.

Chapter 243: Launching War, Expanding Territory

Inside the Dream Pearl, Xia Feng didn't know how many years passed, and he couldn't remember how much Power Of Faith he had consumed.

The good news was that this Power Of Faith was indeed useful.

Originally, it would have taken Xia Feng an endless amount of time to integrate all Ten Great Daos into himself.

But this Power Of Faith acted like a shortcut, accelerating the process.

Finally, one day, the Ten Great Daos merged together, and Xia Feng's body suddenly shone with brilliant light.

Ten different colored lights flashed on his body, finally merging into one.

In reality, Xia Feng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.