EFB Chapter 1 A Goddess Furnace Fell From the Sky [Please Read Further]
Chapter 1 A Goddess Furnace Fell From the Sky [Please Read Further]
When Ye Feng opened his eyes, he thought he was still dreaming.
What came into view was an unfamiliar sky, with low-hanging, gray clouds and an indescribable sense of desolation in the air, completely different from the urban smog he was familiar with.
He lay on the cold ground, beneath which lay hard rock, surrounded by rolling, barren mountains, devoid of any vegetation, a deathly stillness that sent chills down one's spine.
"Where the hell am I?"
Ye Feng sat up abruptly, his head buzzing as if it had exploded.
He remembered being hit and thrown by a truck that ran a red light.
When he came to his senses, he had already woken up here.
crossed?
Ye Feng pinched his cheek; it hurt.
It wasn't a dream; he really did time travel.
"Holy crap, did I really time travel?"
Before Ye Feng could even get excited, the sky above his head suddenly cracked open.
A blazing beam of light fell from the heavens, tearing through the sky with a devastating force, crashing straight down upon him.
The beam of light was as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, its entire body burning with golden flames. Wherever it passed, the void collapsed, the laws became disordered, and even the air was ignited, emitting crackling and popping sounds.
Holy crap!
Ye Feng instinctively wanted to run, but his legs couldn't keep up with his brain at all—his body, which had just transmigrated, was as weak as a lump of mud, unable to even stand steadily, let alone escape.
boom--!!!
A deafening roar exploded in his ears, and Ye Feng was thrown back by the shockwave, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times before his head hit a boulder and he finally stopped.
He saw stars, his ears were ringing, his mouth tasted of blood, and every part of his body ached.
"I...I'm not dead?"
Ye Feng struggled to get up and looked towards the spot where the light had fallen.
A bottomless crater was smashed there, and the ground within a radius of hundreds of feet collapsed. Spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions, with rubble rolling down and dust billowing everywhere.
And in the very center of that huge pit, lay quietly... a stove.
A stove the size of a palm.
The entire body is bluish-gold in color, and the surface of the furnace is covered with dense patterns, like some kind of ancient runes, which faintly glow in the dim light.
The furnace opening was tightly closed, and the furnace body trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if it were breathing.
Ye Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.
Goddess Furnace!
When he read "Covering the Sky" in his previous life, he was deeply impressed by this magical treasure—a sacred weapon personally forged by Emperor Hengyu for his dear friend who established the Path of Human Desire. It was a quasi-emperor level weapon with a small world inside, which could be used to collect and refine people.
In the original novel, Li Tian and Yan Yixi relied on this treasure to act arrogantly and domineeringly on Ziwei Star, and later even used it to win over Yi Qingwu...
wrong.
Wasn't the Goddess Furnace in Li Tian's hands? How could it have fallen from the sky and hit me?
Without thinking twice, Ye Feng walked over as if possessed and bent down to pick up the stove.
The instant his fingers touched the furnace.
Om-! ! !
A dazzling golden light burst forth from the furnace, enveloping his entire body.
A vast, ocean-like divine thought surged into his mind like a flood bursting its banks, carrying immense pressure and an ancient aura, almost bursting his consciousness.
Ye Feng felt like his head was about to explode.
Countless images flashed before my eyes: a majestic figure stood in the starry sky, shattering stars with a wave of his hand, and turning a star field into dust with a single palm strike... That was Emperor Hengyu, Emperor Hengyu!
The figure turned around, its gaze piercing through time and space, seemingly staring directly into Ye Feng's eyes, and a majestic voice boomed in his mind:
"Those who obtain the Goddess Furnace will inherit my lineage. This furnace was forged by me for my dearest friend after I attained enlightenment, and it contains my 'Eternal Universe Scripture.' Those who are destined to obtain it should use this furnace to pacify eternity, pacify forbidden zones, and protect all living beings, thus living up to my gratitude for passing on my teachings."
The moment the voice fell, a complete ancient scripture slowly unfolded in Ye Feng's consciousness—the "Hengyu Scripture".
Each word was like a star, radiating intense light, elucidating the complete cultivation path from the sea of suffering to the Great Emperor. Every word was precious, every sentence exquisite, and the profound truths of the Great Dao flooded into Ye Feng's heart like a sudden enlightenment.
Ye Feng trembled all over, not from fear, but from shock.
The Complete Scripture of the Universe!
After being cleansed by that powerful divine thought, his consciousness became clearer than ever before, and his previously murky senses suddenly became sharper.
He sensed the omnipresent spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and the life-giving spring within his own body that was like stagnant water...
He looked down at the furnace in his hand. The runes on the furnace had lit up, shimmering with golden light, and resonated with the energy within his body.
The feeling was strange, as if the furnace was not an external object, but a part of his body, as if it had grown out of his soul.
The Goddess Furnace has recognized its master.
Without warning or any explanation, this divine furnace, which once belonged to Emperor Hengyu and had been passed down in the Path of Human Desire for hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly recognized an ordinary person who had just transmigrated and didn't even know what cultivation was.
Ye Feng held the warm stove, sat on the edge of the pit, and stood there in a daze for a long time.
"...Emperor Hengyu, this script is not right."
After the Goddess Furnace recognized him as its master, Ye Feng did not rush to cultivate. Instead, he spent a few days digesting the "Hengyu Scripture" in his mind and also confirmed the timeline of his transmigration.
He really did time travel, and he even traveled to the world of Shrouding the Heavens.
In the Ziwei Starfield, the Goddess Furnace fell from the sky and smashed into his head. The Path of Human Desire had been wiped out, and Li Tian and Yan Yixi were hiding somewhere, their whereabouts unknown...
At this point in time, Ye Fan should still be struggling to make ends meet in the Beidou Star Region, and it will be several decades before he crosses the starry sky to reach Ziwei Star.
He himself had transmigrated into the body of an ordinary person with no name, no background, and no cultivation foundation, relying solely on the Goddess Furnace in his possession.
"That's enough," Ye Feng muttered to himself. "With the Goddess Furnace and the Hengyu Scripture, this start is already much better than Ye Fan's."
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and, guided by the Hengyu Sutra, focused his mind into his body to find his own life wheel.
The location of the Wheel of Life is five and three-tenths inches below the navel.
For cultivators, the Wheel of Life is the starting point of their cultivation, and at its core lies a desolate sea, known as the Sea of Bitterness.
Only by opening up the sea of suffering and allowing the wheel of life to be revitalized can one truly embark on the path of spiritual practice.
For ordinary cultivators, it takes anywhere from a few months to several years to open the sea of suffering; some people spend their entire lives without ever even touching the threshold of the sea of suffering.
Ye Feng's mind sank into his body, probing towards the Wheel of Life.
He "saw" his own wheel of life—a dim, gray, lifeless wheel devoid of any vitality.
At the center of that roulette wheel lies a dried-up sea, the Sea of Bitterness, shrouded in death and desolation, like a relic sealed away for eternity.
His sea of suffering looked no different from that of ordinary people: lifeless, dry, and gloomy.