Chapter 8: The Treasure of Huaxia

In this vast continent, it is said that various kinds of thunder objects exist, such as thunder flowers, thunder pearls, and thunder beasts. Some of these thunder objects are so powerful that they can split the world! This is the true power of heavenly punishment, not just the lightning and thunder of a storm. Of course, this information comes from his past life's memories, and whether it is true or not is unknown. Most of what he knew from his past life were stories and legends.

Xu Feng rubbed his head, having provoked Li Hexuan, who was both a noble and a Xuan practitioner, upon his arrival. Although Xia Feixuan's figure was indeed excellent, with skin as fair as lotus roots, the problem was that he did nothing under the peony flowers and died like this, unable to be a libertine.

"Damn it! I need to think of a way to get through this crisis first. Sigh, it's a pity I don't have Xuan techniques. If my Xuan techniques were at the level of Li Hexuan, I wouldn't be afraid of them." Xu Feng patted his forehead.

Xu Feng didn't know that when he patted his forehead, a purple thunder flower mark appeared on it, emitting a faint glow. Xu Feng felt his forehead getting warm, which made him involuntarily touch it.

As Xu Feng's hand touched the mark, his forehead erupted with a dazzling purple light. Under this purple light, Xu Feng felt his consciousness being swallowed again, losing control of himself.

"Boom..."

Xu Feng's consciousness was swallowed into a strange space. In this space, there was only a purple thunder flower, which looked as exotic as rose petals, and Xu Feng was at the bud of this purple thunder flower.

Before Xu Feng could clearly see this purple thunder flower, the space began to change dramatically. Lightning bolts as thick as water columns descended from the void, and in a short time, the space was filled with thousands of lightning bolts, turning the entire space into a world of lightning. Apart from the violent lightning, there was nothing else in the space.

This scene couldn't help but make Xu Feng think of an apocalyptic scene, but even an apocalyptic scene seemed less violent than the lightning in this space.

The thunder flower was unaffected in the world of lightning, and the lightning that struck it was completely absorbed. Xu Feng could sense that after the thunder flower absorbed the lightning, its purple color became even more intense.

"Boom..."

In another round of thunder, the purple lotus began to spin, and under its rotation, white light began to surge towards Xu Feng. As the white light entered his consciousness, Xu Feng felt a surge of information filling him, causing a splitting pain. This pain made Xu Feng suffer greatly, but he could do nothing under this torment, only allowing the white light to flood his mind.

Under this flood, Xu Feng could feel his consciousness expanding and splitting, but under the rotation of the purple lotus, it was forcefully suppressed.

The space continued to flash with lightning and thunder, and the purple thunder flower continued to absorb the lightning that struck it. When the purple thunder flower reached its maximum rotation, the white light flooding into Xu Feng's consciousness finally disappeared. At the moment the white light disappeared, all the lightning and thunder vanished simultaneously, and everything returned to silence. Only the purple thunder flower quietly enveloped Xu Feng's consciousness.

Before Xu Feng could fully recover from the almost unbearable pain, the purple lotus flashed with lightning, and Xu Feng immediately sensed that his consciousness had returned to his body. Of course, when his consciousness returned to his body, the purple thunder flower on his forehead flickered a few times and disappeared again.

Xu Feng held his head, enduring the pain from the white light. When the pain had mostly subsided, Xu Feng suddenly realized that his mind contained a lot more information. A piece of ancient text flashed through his mind, extremely intricate and profound.

Xu Feng had every reason to believe that with his level of ancient text knowledge, he could not understand this text. Xu Feng even thought that if he gave this ancient text to experts, they would also be unable to understand it. However, what surprised and amazed Xu Feng was that he could completely understand this ancient text, as if this information was imprinted in his mind, and he had no difficulty understanding it at all.

This mysterious event was no less astonishing than his穿越 to this place.

"The Dao Xuan Jing!"

After examining the information in his mind, Xu Feng muttered. However, the more he read, the more excited he became.

The Dao Xuan Jing, a sacred text of the Daoist sect, is a treasure of Huaxia. It is a cultivation method that, when practiced to a certain level, can turn stones into gold and transform the mundane into the miraculous. Everything is possible.