Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 4691 How high is considered high?

Temple of Order.

Metatron nodded slightly, staring intently at Abaddon, and said calmly, "Where is Ares?"

"This……"

Abaddon's expression changed. After hesitating for a moment, he could only say in a deep voice, "He... I'm afraid he will be stuck in the meandering star path forever."

Abaddon immediately recounted the situation in detail.

Although some of it was embellished, I didn't dare to say anything out of the blue.

"Hmph, interesting."

Metatron sneered, "I didn't expect that besides you, the God of the Void, and Sariel, there would be someone else who could remain unaffected by the distorted laws within the circuitous star path. The power of the Star God, huh, is indeed a promising talent."

"However, it seems he already has a very close relationship with the goddess of wisdom..."

"Freya knows how to win people over."

Metatron shook his head. "Alright, let's calm down for a bit. The more critical the situation, the more we need to stay calm. This time, Raziel is leading people to the bottom town to suppress the Chaos Temple, and Lord Wuzhao will be personally overseeing many things."

"But……"

Abaddon clenched his fists. "Lord Metatron, the number of people on our side holding the Divine Throne has been completely suppressed by the faction of the God of Fate. Originally, we planned to wait until the year was up and have Ares challenge that Ryuzawa Riyue..."

"Look, he's in a hurry."

Metatron shook his head. "Ares is not worth cultivating, but within the Silent Realm, he is not the only one with the strength to challenge for a godhood. Go and find Long Hao, and tell him that I want to see him."

"The seventh-ranked emotional priest, Long Hao?"

Abaddon's gaze narrowed slightly. "This man has always been arrogant; I'm afraid that's not necessarily true..."

"Times have changed. He's a smart man and he understands the situation."

"Haven't we just lost two men, greatly diminishing our strength?"

Metatron gave Abaddon a cold look. "That's why you're not as good as Ryuzawa Shuichi. If he were here, I wouldn't need to spell it out for you!"

"This……"

Abaddon's expression changed slightly, "Your subordinate is dull-witted..."

"Hmph, if there were no vacancies, how would there be an opportunity to rise to the top?"

Metatron snorted coldly, "Long Hao's ambitions are not small. If he controls the God Throne, his strength will definitely surpass yours within three years. He will have a firm grip on the Seventh God Throne!"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Abaddon chuckled dryly and could only nod and flatter, "You're right, sir. In fact, it was completely unnecessary for Lord Wuzhao to divide the power of the Privy Council equally between you and Raziel. Since Lord Wuzhao is unwilling to manage affairs, you should rightfully take over."

"Alright, it's not your place to say these things."

Metatron interrupted Abaddon with a flick of his sleeve.

After a long pause, he said with some emotion, "Sometimes I think about it, how high does one's rank really need to be? In the end, aren't we all under the command of Master Taiyi? Whether you compete or fight in private, it's best not to make it too obvious, so I don't have to clean up your messes!"

"The...the master is right..."

Abaddon quickly lowered his head, but inwardly he cursed: Whether we fight or struggle, we wouldn't dare do anything without your permission!

Now they're trying to absolve themselves of all responsibility!

Could it be that Lord Wuzhao is really going to end his seclusion and take over the priesthood again?

If it is true, as rumored, that Lord Taiyi will reappear, and the entire Judgment Council will likely undergo tremendous changes.

It seems I should start making plans soon.

"Sir, that..."

Abaddon hesitated for a moment before continuing, "That Long Fei..."

“You don’t need to worry about it.” Metatron waved slowly at Abaddon. “Go and find Long Hao. You’ve had a long and tiring journey along the Star Road, so take a good rest.”

"Yes... sir..."

Abaddon sighed inwardly. It seemed that his failure to protect Ares this time had clearly disappointed Metatron.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a time when manpower was urgently needed, he would probably have been expelled from the school.

Now I'm stuck on this bench.

……

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed since we returned from the circuitous star route.

These past few days, Ling Feng has been in seclusion at his residence number 27, cultivating diligently and quite "well-behavedly."

"call……"

In the secluded meditation room, Ling Feng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

He had just come out of the inner world of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Through the adjustment of the time flow of the Eastern Emperor Bell, ten days in the outside world were equivalent to one hundred days inside the Eastern Emperor Bell.

During these hundred days, Ling Feng first refined Ares's spear and integrated it into the God-Slaying Spear.

The God-Slaying Spear that Ling Feng had previously obtained was already quite damaged. Now, after being integrated with Ares's spear, it has finally regained some of its former sharpness.

In addition, Ling Feng consolidated his own star veins, and with a hundred days of arduous cultivation of the "Star God Creation Technique", the number of star veins in his body has increased from the initial 108 to a total of 256.

And this number seems to be the limit of the star veins he can currently condense.

Now, relying solely on the immense power of the Star God within him, even without using any divine pronouncements or secret techniques, the destructive force he can unleash is almost no less than when he previously unleashed the full power of "Xingtian's Axe".

This must be what makes the Primordial Star Spirit race so extraordinary.

Ling Feng did not waste the 30,000 units of source material dust he won from Ares.

Ling Feng benefited greatly from this roundabout journey along the star path, finally breaking through his bottleneck.

After absorbing and refining all the source crystal dust, his divine fusion rate has exceeded 99%.

Not just the seven sins, but all the priesthood.

The perfect fusion is just one step away!
It's time to go out and see the world.

Not long after, Ling Feng stepped out of the gate and saw the petite figure of No. 27 sitting on a high step, swinging her fair legs, looking rather adorable.

Ling Feng had to admire them; the intelligent life forms created by this miraculous civilization were indeed almost indistinguishable from real people.

Whether it was the tentacle monster they encountered in the Immortal Realm or the number 27 in front of them.

After I gave her an appearance and a personality, she became almost like a real human being.

"Owner!"

On the 27th, upon seeing Ling Feng emerge from seclusion, she immediately skipped over to him, saying, "That fat guy Hawkins is here again! Sister Della is greeting him in the front hall."

Hawkins?

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened slightly. "His arrival is quite timely."

"What a coincidence."

Number 27 narrowed her beautiful eyes and smiled, "Starting three days ago, that guy has been coming every day, waiting from morning till night, always waiting for the master."

"I see..."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled. It seemed that the matter he had entrusted to Hawkins had been settled.

"Let's go."

After saying this, Ling Feng immediately took a long stride.

Before long, they arrived at the front hall.

Hawkins, the fat man, was huddled in a chair, sipping tea and recounting to Della his experiences as an adventurer in the Explorers' Guild in his early years. Although Hawkins was only a third-level clergyman, he was still a clergyman nonetheless.

Della was nothing more than a maid or servant.

But since she was a servant of Lingfeng Mansion, Hawkins did not dare to look down on Della. On the contrary, he addressed her as Miss Della and gave her plenty of face.

In addition, this fat man was quite witty and humorous.

Therefore, although he came to bother her every day, Della did not find it annoying.

"Old Jin, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

Ling Feng walked out of the back hall with a smile. Hawkins quickly got up to greet him and laughed, "Lord Long Fei, what are you saying? I, Hawkins, have plenty of time. It is my honor to wait for you to come out of seclusion."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled. This guy was just a sycophant.

He smiled and gestured for Hawkins to sit down. After dismissing Della and Number 27, he still felt it wasn't enough and set up several more layers of barriers before asking, "Old King, how's the situation?"

"Unbelievably good!"

Hawkins grinned, and with a wave of his hand, ten large boxes floated out of his dimensional artifact.

"My lord, you gave me nearly 20 Three-Epoch Star Lotuses and five Four-Epoch Star Lotuses. I have lived up to your expectations and completed the transaction."

As he spoke, he handed the detailed accounts to Ling Feng. "These are all the transaction records. In total, we exchanged approximately 29 units of source material dust, plus 12 drops of star marrow with 7 different properties. In addition, there are some special ores and medicinal herbs, which I have listed in detail. You can take a look."

Ling Feng nodded and casually pocketed all the spoils.

As for the ledger, he didn't even glance at it.

"Old Jin, thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, Ling Feng took out a full ten thousand Fangges crystals from his spatial magic treasure.

"This is your payment for this."

"Sir, what are you doing?" Hawkins waved his hands repeatedly, "We agreed that this would be considered an apology..."

"Alright, alright, let's take it slow and steady."

Ling Feng patted Hawkins on the shoulder, "Take it, I'll definitely need your help again in the future."

"This……"

Hawkins then feigned reluctance and accepted the Fangus crystals.

"By the way, about that thing I asked you to inquire about..."

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and the image of Yan flashed through his mind.

That fiery red hair, and that face that looked exactly like Yu Bingqing's...

He had not forgotten why he had infiltrated the clergy this time.

"I've found out!"

Hawkins nodded. "However, the background of that Miss Yan seems quite mysterious."

As he spoke, Hawkins blinked his bean-sized eyes. "Sir, you'd better not pry too much."

"Oh?" Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. "What do you mean?"

"It seems to be related to Lord Wuzhao, the First God."

Hawkins swallowed hard and lowered his voice, saying, "Miss Yan has been a member of the Clergy for about three years."

Ling Feng's gaze narrowed slightly; this time was roughly the same as Mio's memory.

She seemed to only remember becoming a saint in the clergy for about three years.

As for everything before that, she had almost no recollection of it.

What intrigued Ling Feng was the purpose of those members of the Tribunal who went to such lengths to split Yu Bingqing's personality into three parts.

Is it because of the Blood Prison Heavenly Dragon essence blood contained within her body?
It doesn't seem that simple.

The so-called "gods" who descended upon the Immortal Realm back then had the aim of seizing the power of the Ancestral Dragon.

It is not a single ancestral dragon, but all ten ancestral dragons.

So, if that's the case, wouldn't I be a more suitable target?
Why not directly extract the Ancestral Dragon Power they need from their own bodies, instead of using Yu Bingqing, who only possesses the essence blood of the Blood Prison Heavenly Dragon, for the experiment?

This puzzled him a lot.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng continued, "Is this the only news?"

"I apologize, Lord Longfei, but after discovering that Miss Yan and Lord Wuzhao might be connected, I simply dare not investigate any further..."

Hawkins scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Lord Wu Zhao, in the entire Tribunal, he is truly second only to the Emperor, above all others. I..."

"Okay, I understand."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled.

The people of the Divine Civilization spared no expense to break through the blockade of the Divine World and descend upon the Immortal Realm.

They spent a long time waiting for the Heavenly God Black Tower to be completed, all in order to obtain the power of the Ancestral Dragon.

These secrets likely concern the highest level of confidentiality of the Tribunal, so how could a third-level clergyman be allowed to inquire about them?

It seems that I can only rely on myself.

Since the source of everything is that witch Zhao.

Perhaps I should also try to make contact with that sorcerer.

"Old Jin, thank you very much this time."

Ling Feng nodded slightly to Hawkins, who waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I am already very grateful that you did not blame me, sir. As for that Miss Yan, I'd like to say something: even if it is you, sir, it would be best to keep a little distance. I was just saying it casually, haha, you have your own plans, sir, so there's no need to pay attention to my loose tongue."

"I see."

Ling Feng nodded slightly, knowing that Hawkins meant well.

However, Yan is part of his wife Yu Bingqing.

This is something that cannot be changed under any circumstances.

No one can stop me!
After exchanging a few more polite words, Ling Feng personally escorted Hawkins away from the mansion.

The gains Hawkins has made this time are enough to elevate his abilities to another level.

However, since the clues about Yan point to Wu Zhao, the first god,...

Ling Feng's heart was finding it increasingly difficult to remain calm.

Perhaps we should first go and ask the Star Goddess Sariel about the situation of that sorcerer.

besides……

Ling Feng heard An Ruosu's words echo in his ears: the heartland of Yan seemed to be number "117" in the outer area of the Wuzuo Jingyu.

Now that your seclusion is over, why not go and see her?