"Spiritual cohesion, or soul!" Fengxi is enlightened.

This body is not flesh and blood.

It is the reflection of the soul, and when the mud pill was opened, the pure spiritual body condensed, Feng Xi found that this was very similar to the soul spoken of in later generations.

Whether the creatures of the Great Wilderness have souls or not, Fengxi has not been very sure before.

Even if he mastered the power of witches, Fengxi never found any traces of the existence of his soul from himself or from the creatures of the Great Wilderness.

This made Feng Xi wonder for a while whether there was a soul in the Soul Wilderness.

After all, the legends of later generations are indistinguishable from falsehood, and Fengxi does not dare to be sure whether the soul really exists, or whether he has not practiced enough to perceive the soul.

As for asking Bai Ze, Feng Xi thought about it, but gave up the idea.

Feng Xi didn't know whether the creatures of the Great Wilderness had souls or not, but he was sure that the gods did not have a so-called soul, or rather, they were born in heaven and earth, and they did not need a so-called soul.

And now, when this villain condensed by the power of the spirit appeared in the Mud Pill Palace, there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling Fengxi that this was the soul!

The soul actually needs to be cultivated to condense?

Or does it already exist, but it needs to be cultivated to see it?

Is the existence of the soul innate, or is it acquired?

This had to make Feng Xi care, but he didn't dare to peep, because it involved the most fundamental secret between heaven and earth!

……

"Now that the mud pill has been opened, just wait to draw the power of heaven and earth into the mud pill and merge it into the spiritual thought, you can refine the power of heaven and earth, transform this body, and make up for the defects of Wu!"

Feng Xi opened his eyes, feeling the depths of his eyebrows like a place the size of a mud pill, and thought silently in his heart.

Then, his thoughts moved, and he saw that the forces of heaven and earth gathered around him began to merge back into his body.

As soon as the power of heaven and earth entered, it immediately followed Feng Xi's body and began to pour into the Mud Pill Mansion.

At the same time, the spiritual villain sitting in the mud pill, pinching his handprints with both hands, crossed a mysterious trajectory.

I saw that the spiritual power that overflowed in the mud pill heaven and earth began to merge with the power of heaven and earth, turning into a more mysterious power.

Then, the villain's handprint changed again, and this newly born power immediately escaped from the mud pill as if it had been pulled, and began to spread and merge into Fengxi's body, disappearing.

With the continuous integration of this force, Fengxi's body began to change visibly with the naked eye, and under the scar that had been inadvertently left on his body, new flesh and blood skin grew rapidly, turning into wounds and falling off.

Lines of black dirt were discharged from the pores, and then they were burned by the surrounding flames, turning into black smoke and drifting away.

Bai Ze stared at the scene with wide eyes, his eyes were full of incredulity.

Wait until Fengxi stops swallowing the power of heaven and earth, and the flames around him disappear.

Bai Ze didn't care about maintaining any divine prestige, so he immediately ran to Feng Xi, looked up at him, and asked impatiently,

"Fuxi, how did you do it?"

"Huh?"

Feng Xi was about to speak, but at this moment, he was suddenly stunned, he raised his head as if he had a feeling, and looked into the distance.

"Sacrifice!"

"Fire!"

“……”

A familiar and wonderful murmur came across time and space, ringing in his ears.

At the same time, wisps of familiar white light illuminated the Mud Pill House.

"Faith!"

Fengxi's body stiffened, and then a gleam suddenly burst out of his eyes. At the same moment, the villain in the Mud Pill Mansion pinched a handprint in his hand, and the power of heaven and earth that was in harmony with the spirit around him began to gather around him, as if to drive the sudden white light out of the Mud Pill.

It's just that the next moment, Feng Xi gave up the movement in his hand, and the mud pill villain scattered his handprints, allowing the white light to continue to condense in the mud pill, but his face showed a touch of nostalgia, and he said softly in his mouth,

"Wind Gon......

"Is it another fire sacrifice?"

He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to find a connection to the past.

……

Fengxi found that "himself" appeared on the Wutai.

At this time, on the stage, Amwarxu was wearing the familiar fiery red beast robe, dancing mysteriously under his feet.

Below, all the clansmen gathered together, cheering and learning to dance as their bodies danced.

"Faith?"

With the dance sacrifice, Fengxi could feel that on their bodies, invisible forces were transmitted and condensed into silk threads, entangled with "themselves", and a certain reverent belief was transmitted.

Even, some of them transcended the shackles of time and space, descended on themselves, and manifested in the Mud Pill Palace.

"Faith!"

A hint of complexity flashed in Feng Xi's eyes, this familiar power was the power of faith that had once made him avoid.

At the time of the first fire festival, Fengxi and the fire were combined, and for the first time, the power of faith that originated from living beings, and even the idea of opening up a witch path, also began from this.

But in the end, Fengxi did not choose to use faith as the source of his power.

Instead, after opening up the sea of hearts and discovering the power of the soul, he decisively took the power of the soul, which is more essential of life, as the foundation of the witch path.

Maybe the power of faith is even stronger, and it can even push him to the realm of gods in one step, but Fengxi will never choose this kind of power that relies on others.

Faith is poisonous!

Belief contains the thoughts of all spiritual beings, and the thoughts of such beings affect the minds of the "gods" who are believed.

"Wu!"

Just as Fengxi was deep in thought, a shout called his mind back.

I saw Hua Xu raise the fiery red sacrificial staff in his hand and shouted.

Then the crowd quieted down, and Li, with a group of people who had been awarded the totem, carried a huge beast and walked up to the altar with their heads held high.

They carefully lowered the beast and slammed their hands on the chest against "themselves", letting out a cry.

Then one after another came to the altar under the gaze of the multitude, and they surrounded the beast, their eyes full of fiery color.

"The tribe is strong!"

Feng Xi watched Hua Xu skillfully step forward and give totems to the clansmen, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

His departure did not make the tribe decay, but became stronger.

He could clearly feel that the strength of Amwarxu's body was not inferior to his own, and the strength of these totem warriors was compared to when he was just given a totem by Fengxi.

At this time, they seemed to have broken the limit of the power of mortal spirits, and in Fengxi's eyes, they were like a scorching flame.

Fengxi's gaze moved away from the altar and fell into the crowd, as if looking for something, but in the end, he still didn't find the petite figure.

But the next moment, Feng Xi felt something, and his eyes stayed on the holy mountain where the fire was once enshrined.

There, he felt the witch marks he had left on Scourge's body, and ......

"Hey!"

Feng Xi silently recited a syllable in his heart.

His gaze did not linger long, he glanced nostalgically at the mountain that seemed to be shrouded in mist, and then his mind moved, and his consciousness left the fire.

Hua Xu, who was sketching the flame totem, seemed to sense something, and the movement in his hand paused, and the totem in front of him suddenly turned into a flame and dissipated in the air.

However, Hua Xu didn't seem to see this scene, she raised her head and looked at the burning fire on the altar, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Brother!"

Nozomi, who was sitting cross-legged in the cave where the fire was once enshrined, suddenly opened her eyes, she raised her head, and a pale yellow divine light flashed from her eyes.

"You're back?"

She looked in the direction of the tribe's fire festival, and a look of joy appeared on her face.

Soon, however, the joy vanished, and she lowered her head, her expectant eyes filled with disappointment.

"Brother."

Nozomi muttered to herself, and then her little face began to harden, and she closed her eyes again.

On the other side, Scourge was carefully cowering in the corner of the cave, looking into Nozomi's gaze full of awe.

Under the reflection of the pupils, behind Xi, a phantom figure with a human head and a snake body slowly appeared.