"No, there's still one thread left..." Lin Fei suddenly looked up. Above his head lingered a massive thread, linked to his entire being and intertwining all nine bloodlines within him. This thread connected Lin Fei's merged bloodlines to a mysterious Dao in the universe. But what Dao was it?
His consciousness rapidly followed this colossal thread, leading him to an infinite Origin, a vast ocean of Origin. This Origin seemed to encompass and contain everything imaginable. Lin Fei, cautious as ever, observed this sea of Origin, pondering the law he needed to manifest to achieve Martial Gods. Was it the Law of the World he sought?
Uncertain, Lin Fei decided to draw down a strand of this Origin. The moment this tiny portion of the Origin's power entered his body through the thread, a thunderous roar erupted within him, and various laws materialized on his being. Then, his body, like fragile glass, began to crack, starting from the particles, signifying complete annihilation from the very core.
With no chance of luck or anomaly, Lin Fei's physical form exploded into ashes.
"Lin Fei!" Feng Ling, unaware of what had transpired, only witnessed a massive aura rise from Lin Fei, followed by the fusion of his nine bloodlines and then the total disintegration of his True Martial King Form. Under normal circumstances, this would signify death — absolute and final, especially as even his particles had been obliterated.
Yet, Feng Ling watched on with intense anticipation. In the void, a flame appeared — the Phoenix Fire. As it burned, a figure gradually began to take shape within its core.
Lin Fei opened his eyes, stepping out from the flames. The Phoenix Fire that enveloped him dissipated.
"Rebirth through fire, truly miraculous..." he murmured, inspecting his body. He had reverted to his state before attempting to ascend to Martial Gods, back to being a Martial King, as if time had been reversed. The marvels of the abilities of god-level beings, especially entities like the Phoenix and the Dragon, were beyond his comprehension.
"Lin Fei, what happened just now? Did you fail?" Feng Ling asked cautiously, though the outcome seemed evident. Lin Fei's use of the rebirth through fire indicated only one possibility: his failure.
"Yes, I failed. I didn't achieve Martial Gods," Lin Fei admitted calmly, still somewhat bewildered about where he went wrong. "I don't know the reason for my failure," he confided to Feng Ling, hoping she could help analyze the situation.
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Lin Fei recounted the entire process of his attempt to ascend to Martial Gods. Feng Ling listened intently, noting the details, especially his decision to sever all the threads.
"You cut all those threads? What law did you comprehend?" she asked, surprised.
Lin Fei explained the last thread he followed, which led to an infinite ocean of Origins containing various laws. "I drew a strand from this sea of Origin, trying to birth a law. But then my body collapsed, disintegrating from the particle level," he shared his experience with a tinge of helplessness.
Feng Ling, herself preparing for the ascent to Martial Gods, found this insight invaluable. Yet, the mystery of Lin Fei's failure and how to overcome it remained unsolved. The challenge of discerning the right path to realizing the Dao and manifesting the appropriate law was as daunting as ever.
"Wait, you tried to directly draw the Origin into your body?" Feng Ling asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Lin Fei confirmed.
"Ah..." The Feng Ling found himself at a loss for words. That was the Origin, the very World Origin! Even a mere strand or a sliver of it contained the power of the entire world. The world was not just the Ancient Continent; it encompassed countless places, infinite and vast. Just a thread of it possessed earth-shattering power. Not to mention a mere Martial King. Even for a god, it would be unbearable.
"How dare you attempt to harness the power of the Origin, a feat not even gods dare contemplate? To become a god, one only needs to comprehend the laws. Our consciousness entering that realm of Origin is akin to sudden enlightenment. Whenever we achieve this enlightenment, we naturally manifest the laws. Thus, becoming gods. Never, under any circumstances, should one try to draw power from the Origin. It's tantamount to suicide..."
Lin Fei frowned. The books within the Dubhe Dao Artifact never mentioned this. They all said that upon witnessing the Origin, one would comprehend the laws.
Lin Fei, in the Sea of Origin, had no such enlightenment and thought he needed to draw from the Origin. It turned out to be a path to his own demise.
"So, there's no need to draw from the Origin..." Lin Fei murmured softly, understanding now. He had figured out the entire process of becoming a Martial God. If given another chance, Lin Fei was confident in achieving the status of Martial Gods!
Of course, that was contingent upon successfully grasping the laws of the world within that mass of Origin.
Lin Fei's consciousness lingered there for a long time, yet still, no sudden enlightenment came. This was the perilous part. Without that enlightenment, one would become lost in the Sea of Origin. That was a failure. As for how long was "long," it varied from person to person.
"Feng Ling, when do you plan to make your attempt at becoming a Martial God?"
"I'm in no rush. With your experience, I am currently in preparation. When I adjust myself to the peak, it won't be too late to strive for the status of Martial Gods."
Lin Fei nodded in agreement. He was not in a hurry either. After all, this attempt had been a failure. Regardless of the reasons, a failure was still a failure. It was essential to learn from this experience. Thus, Feng Ling departed. Lin Fei then entered the Dubhe Dao Artifact to examine his own body.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Suddenly, Lin Fei felt a jolt in his heart. He "saw" within himself. It seemed as if a strand of mysterious yet familiar energy had emerged!