The first thing Han Feng encountered was Pangu, the son of the Great Dao in the strange journey of time and space in the primeval world!
He raised his fingers and pointed, sending wood shavings flying. Not long after, the wood carving was formed. The moment before Pan Gu's death, the smile and gratification on his face were completely displayed on the wood carving.
Looking at Pangu's wood carving, Han Feng was calm. Back then, if it wasn't for the fact that his consciousness body had wandered the Untainted Land and transformed into the Green Lotus of the Great Path, he would not have had such an opportunity. The cycle of karma, life and death.
The second carving was of a dragon that had fallen during the First Tribulation of the Dragon Han Dynasty. There was a bloodthirsty look in the dragon's eyes and its lips were slightly thin. It looked extremely mean and cold, and a murderous aura suddenly spread out.
He was none other than Han Feng, who had obtained the Pride of the Primordial World Art when he first entered the Primordial World. Countless living beings had fallen during the struggle for power between the three races. Countless souls died.
After taking a look at the wooden carving, Han Feng put it aside and took out another wooden piece.
The third person was a young man. He was a green-robed man. Han Feng's heart was slightly shaken, but he quickly calmed down.
Scenes of his thousand years of cultivation echoed in Han Feng's mind. After a long time, his right hand formed a knife and he flew through a piece of wood. After half an incense stick of time passed, countless wood carvings were formed.
This middle-aged man was quite handsome, but there was a hint of arrogance on his face. His right hand formed a seal and his eyes were gloomy. There was a hint of greed hidden in his eyes, and he even revealed a determined smile.
However, that smile had already become a thing of the past. Along with this smile, the entire branch of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Sect also died.
One by one, the wood carvings took shape in Han Feng's hands. After he finished carving one, he placed it aside. Gradually, more and more wood carvings appeared on the ground.
The killing intent slowly grew stronger. With every new wood carving, the killing intent in the shop would increase.
If a cultivator were to pass by this place, they would clearly see that there was an additional layer of ice on top of Han Feng's shop in addition to the snow.
Han Feng turned a blind eye to this. He immersed himself in his memories and carved out all the souls that he could recall.
Gradually, Han Feng forgot that he was sculpting. He was completely immersed in his memories. He treated his thousand-year-long life of cultivation as if he was looking at a stranger. The memories slowly surfaced in his mind.
From the beginning, he was a young man who entered the world of the Journey to the West by accident. In the book world of the Han family's Gold Collection Pavilion, he was cursed by the heavens for his lack of talent. They lacked cultivation spiritual roots. His cultivation was slow, until the final appearance of Han Chentian's Three Thousand Illusion Worlds.
Then, he left his consciousness body and traveled to the strange time and space of the Untainted Land to cultivate alone. Then, he encountered the inheritance of the Primordial Pride Art of the Chaos Pearl. However, he did not expect that this journey would be strange.
Therefore, he had the trouble of cultivating for thousands of years. In order to improve his cultivation and return for revenge, he did not hesitate to increase his cultivation at all costs so that he could cross the starry sky and find the way home in his previous life.
The world in the book, the primeval time and space, the place of memories from his previous life, these scenes flashed through Han Feng's mind continuously.
As for transforming into the Great Path Green Lotus in the strange time and space of the Wilderness, Han Feng's impression of it could be said to be engraved in his heart and was unforgettable.
The years in the Primordial Spacetime had been a complete transformation for him. Both his mind and body had undergone a complete transformation.
However, the danger inside was equally huge. If he was not careful, it would definitely be difficult for him to come out.
After that, he formed his Primordial Nascent Soul in the book world. The ambition he had been looking forward to for a thousand years of cultivation finally began.
Han Feng's hands never stopped moving. As he thought back, the wood carvings began to take shape. His hands moved faster and faster, until only a blur could be seen.
The images in his mind also sped up. Gradually, he saw the 30 plus years of his life as a mortal, birth, aging, illness, and death. The images of his life slowly fused into Han Feng's mind.
After a long time, there were no more memories in his mind. There were only two words, life and death.
Life and death was a change in the Great Dao of Reincarnation. This change was something that Han Feng had cultivated for thousands of years under his carvings. He understood the meaning of death, and in the thirty years he spent in becoming a mortal, he understood the meaning of life.
Although he failed in the end when he comprehended the Great Dao of Reincarnation, it left a deep impression on him. It was as if he had pierced through a layer of paper, allowing Han Feng to have such an epiphany at this moment.
It was just an epiphany, but it did not mean that he had seen through it.
It could only be said that the current Han Feng's state of mind had already reached a level where he could control his own cultivation. There was a saying that went back to ancient times in the Primordial Chaos Origin World.
Mountains were mountains, and water was water.
At this moment, Han Feng was like this.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that there were already countless wooden carvings in the shop. His eyes shone with an evil light, which was very similar to Pangu's in the Primordial World.
He quietly looked at the many wood carvings in front of him and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, the wood carvings began to tremble and gather in his hands. Gradually, more and more wood carvings appeared, but at this moment, a black vortex appeared between Han Feng's hands. Although the wood carvings fell in one by one, the size of the black vortex did not change.
One by one, the wood carvings flew into Han Feng's hands. When the last wood carving disappeared into the black vortex, Han Feng calmly looked at the vortex. The bag of holding on his waist suddenly opened and three balls of baleful aura flew out.
When the last ball of blood entered the vortex, Han Feng's eyes revealed a strange light. Then his hands moved.
As Han Feng waved his hands, the black vortex quickly changed shape. Finally, it gradually became a square and slowly solidified. After a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared and a black square seal appeared in front of Han Feng.
This seal was the size of a palm and there was a portrait carved on it. However, this portrait had no face, only a figure. This black seal contained all of the slaughter that Han Feng had cultivated for thousands of years. He was the external manifestation of the meaning of death.
Han Feng pressed his right hand on the black seal. Immediately, a feeling of blood dissolving in water surged into his heart. He took a deep breath and the black seal gradually disappeared from his hand, merging into the middle stage Primordial Chaos Saint in his body.
Han Feng pondered for a bit before looking longingly at the shop that he had lived in for more than 30 years. He casually waved his hand, and all the wood carvings in the shop disappeared.
Then, he opened the door of the shop and walked out into the snowy night.
Han Feng slowly walked down the street. The wind and snow grew heavier.
When he walked out of the shop, he was still an old man in his twilight years. However, as he walked toward the street, his body gradually straightened up, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared. In the end, the moment he stood at the street, Han Feng had successfully transformed from a mortal into a cultivator.
He said that he was still not a high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior, but at this moment, he was closer to the high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior. He had grasped the life and death domain and comprehended the laws of the Great Path Universe. Han Feng could already feel that his body was about to fly.
It was as if there was a mysterious force stretching out in the sky, pulling him up.
This feeling was a sign that he was about to reach the high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior realm. At this moment, he did not need to comprehend the Great Dao laws or sense the intent realm. He only needed to find a place and quietly enter seclusion for ten years before he could naturally reach the high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Warrior realm.
Han Feng stood at the entrance of the street. He turned around and looked at the empty street. He had lived on this old street for more than 30 years. Every blade of grass and tree here was reflected in his heart. He felt a little reluctant to part with it.
After observing for a long time and memorizing all of this, Han Feng sighed softly and turned around, disappearing into the night.
10,000 miles away from a city in the south of the World Earth Alliance, there was a large number of mortals. There were many simple houses that were used to keep out the cold.
They were all mortals who had been recruited to participate in the snow clearing work. Yang Ziang lived in one of the houses.
There were more than 30 people living in the same room as him. The room was not big to begin with, but it seemed rather crowded at this moment. Yang Ziang lay on the bunk and stared blankly at the roof.
He missed his wife, his son, and even more so, Han Feng.
Everything that had happened in the past had vanished into thin air in this snowstorm.
Before the snow disaster, he was still a shopkeeper who had enough food and clothing, had his own shop, and hired a few waiters. His son entered an immortal sect and became a member of the immortals.
He could be said to be quite glorious on the entire street.
His wife and he had always been in love, and their lives were beautiful. He even planned to stop Uncle Han from carving wood when he was older and serve him in his later years.
In his heart, after his parents passed away, he had already treated Uncle Han, who had watched him grow up, as his elder. However, the heavy snow had changed everything.
He didn't know how his wife was doing. When he heard a few months ago that even women and children had been recruited, he was anxious. His wife's health had never been good. Could she withstand the cold and snowy weather...?
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