Honghuang Xihuang

Chapter 69 Reprint, Blue Tibetan Building

As thousands of souls turned, Fuxi's consciousness expanded, and a series of dream worlds that seemed real and illusory appeared in Fuxi's consciousness.

A dream world only occupies a trace of Fuxi's consciousness, but a dream world can accommodate the vast amount of history and inherited wisdom in the Great Corridor of the Era.

The Great Mill of Wisdom and billions of dream worlds are interconnected, and Fuxi began to replicate and sort out his own vast inherited wisdom and history in the Great Corridor of the Era.

Fuxi wanted to refine a great wilderness megastructure that carried the source of his own wisdom and cognition, and the great wilderness megastructure that best represented the source of his wisdom and cognition was the Epoch Corridor in front of Fuxi.

Fuxi only needs to replicate an Epoch Corridor to create the most perfect giant structure of the source of wisdom in the wilderness.

However, the Great Corridor of Eras contains all the developments and changes of the great universe, all living things, the clear and turbid world, from ancient times to the present, and there is simply too much information recorded in it.

Fuxi can now only rely on the few privileges he has gained over the Grand Corridor of the Epoch because he was the first to enter it.

First, imitate the Great Corridor of the Epoch to refine the prototype of the Great Wilderness Megastructure, and then embed the Great Wilderness Megastructure into the Great Corridor of the Epoch while other beings are still unaware of the Great Corridor of the Epoch.

Fuxi planned to let his Great Wilderness megastructure slowly erode the essence of the Grand Corridor of the Epoch in secret, and eventually completely replace the Grand Corridor of the Epoch.

This must be a huge and complex project, but Fuxi is confident that he can complete it.

Fuxi created the five true spiritual roots. Fuxi could spend time to transform all existences such as soul, information, consciousness, and desire into his own existence bit by bit.

In the final analysis, the Great Corridor of Eras is also a place where information recording all the historical evolutions of the great universe converges, and it does not escape the scope of the five true spiritual roots of Fuxi himself.

What Fuxi needs most now is to complete the penetration of his own Great Wilderness megastructure into the Great Corridor of the Epoch as soon as possible. There are many spiritual orders scattered into the great world of the Great Wilderness, and Fuxi doesn't know when someone else will enter the Great Corridor of the Epoch.

Fuxi needs to complete the invasion of the essence of the Grand Corridor of the Era without anyone knowing.

This is the only way to ensure that the great wilderness giant structure that Fuxi is refining will not be affected by any external factors, and it can also ensure that the great wilderness giant structure that Fuxi uses to record the historical information of all things is complete and correct.

The infinite information and wisdom in Fuxi's mind are intertwined and evolving. The historical evolution of the great world for billions of years, the development and past of countless clans and creatures are all transformed into massive amounts of information that are intertwined and integrated together.

The void around Fuxi gradually twisted, and a storage building shaped like the Epoch Corridor slowly appeared.

Countless bookshelves extend in spiral corridors in both the upward and downward directions, with densely packed ancient books and scrolls covering every inch of the walls and wooden cabinets in the corridors.

The vast, crystal clear, star-like wisdom flickered and burned, and Fuxi's eyes suddenly opened. The endless history of the great world turned into a long river, and Fuxi's consciousness plunged into it, turning into a fish, swimming along the long river of history towards the future.

The creation of heaven and earth, the teachings of Taoism, the blessed land, the sun, the moon, the stars, the creation of nature, the secrets of various races, the consciousness of souls, the elixir array, the sword and the killing...

All the history of the ancient world turned into countless wisdoms and history merged together. The spiral storage buildings around Fuxi were completely solidified. A miniature version of the Epoch Corridor flashed with thousands of wise lights, slowly shrank, and fell into the palm of Fuxi, trembling softly.

"If you want to evolve to perfection, you have to wait until the infinitely distant future. By that time, I will give you a suitable name, so you can just grow up here with peace of mind." Fu looked at the dark green storage building in his hand. He clenched his right hand, and the dark green storage building slowly disappeared. The storage building that received Fuxi's millions of souls and spirits turned into ten directions of spiritual light, which scattered into countless books and ancient scrolls in the Great Corridor of the Era.

From now on, the collection building belonging to Fuxi will continue to grow and increase in value in the Grand Corridor of the Epoch, and Fuxi's will will penetrate into all the books and scrolls in the Grand Corridor of the Epoch.

When the will of Fuxi occupies more than 90% of all the historical ancient books in the Grand Corridor of the Epoch, that will be the time when Fuxi's divine collection of books will be completely complete. It will also be the time when Fuxi's will replaces the will of Heaven and completely integrates the collection of books with the Grand Corridor of the Epoch.

The moment the Tibetan building merged into the Grand Corridor of the Epoch, Fuxi began to mobilize his own will to read the ancient books and scrolls in the Grand Corridor of the Epoch concerning the mind, soul, desire, wisdom and many other avenues.

Fuxi himself specialized in the path of soul consciousness, and these books and ancient scrolls were of great help to him.

However, Fuxi also felt the decline of his own luck at this moment. Every time he flipped through the books and ancient scrolls in the Epoch Corridor, some of his luck would be consumed.

The greater the influence of the ancient books you read on the history of the great world, the more luck you will need to consume.

Fuxi has now read through millions of ancient books. Even though he is the Dragon Emperor, most of his luck has been consumed.

Fuxi was only the Dragon Emperor, not the Dragon Ancestor, and had no power to mobilize the fortune of the entire True Dragon clan.

If Fuxi continues to look at the books and ancient scrolls in the Epoch Corridor, his luck will be reduced to an extremely dangerous level.

By then, with his luck declining, he would be struck by endless disasters.

After Fuxi once again consulted nearly three million volumes of ancient books in the Grand Corridor of the Era, his luck dropped by another 20%.

Looking at the vast amount of ancient books in front of him, Fuxi could only sigh reluctantly and exit the Epoch Corridor.

Fuxi needs even greater luck to support the erosion and replication of the Grand Corridor of the Epoch by the Canglou. Without constant luck, his Canglou will not be able to perfectly replicate the Grand Corridor of the Epoch.

"In the final analysis, I still need to strengthen my own luck. Relying solely on the development and growth of the dragon clan is probably not enough. I need a way to continuously obtain luck."

With such thoughts in mind, Fuxi left the Epoch Corridor.

In the eastern region of the prehistoric world, the blood-red sword in Fuxi's palm clanged, and the fierce and domineering sword light turned into a streak of light, cutting off the entangled yin and yang spiritual energy.

He slapped out with his backhand, and rumbling thunder struck and exploded. As soon as the thirty-six cold flames of Taiyin appeared in front of Fuxi, they were turned into water mist by the nine layers of thunder sky that rose one after another.

Fuxi looked at Xuan Yi and Yi Ju who had ugly expressions on their faces, and the blood-red sword in his hand emitted a gleaming sword light.

Looking up at the declining luck above his head, Fuxi exhaled a breath of turbid air. When luck declines, disaster is about to befall him. He was afraid that he would have to fight with Xuan Yi and Yi Ju this time.

(End of this chapter)