Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

In an instant, the atmosphere subtly changed.

Michael was staring intently at Ling Feng, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes.

Ling Feng's words offered him a small measure of comfort amidst his immense frustration and despair.

"Brother Longfei..."

Michael's voice was hoarse, trembling slightly, "I have nothing more to say. On the day I avenge my humiliation, I will treat you to three days and three nights of feasting!"

A flash of hostility crossed his eyes, clearly recalling the various humiliations he had suffered during this period.

Ling Feng chuckled inwardly. What would this guy think if he knew that the one who brought him humiliation was actually himself?

Ling Feng almost couldn't bear to fool him anymore; he was really pitifully naive!

"Cough cough..."

Ling Feng coughed a few times and continued, "Lord Michael, even heroes have their downfalls, and this is not a disgrace."

Her tone was incredibly sincere, her eyes resolute, "The important thing is, is the fighting spirit within you still burning?"

"Of course!"

Michael practically roared, straightening his back abruptly, though the movement aggravated his festering wounds, causing his lips to twitch. "I, Michael, am a born god of war, and I will never admit defeat! In short, I will not return to the Sky Zone until I have slain Huang Shaotian of the Chaos Temple!"

Ling Feng nodded with admiration, then suddenly sighed, a hint of concern on his face. "Lord Michael, your determination is admirable. However…"

"Forgive my bluntness, but the poison in your body is no ordinary poison. It is the original poison of that mutated annihilation beast, which erodes the foundation of your divine authority and corrodes your flesh, blood, and soul. If this continues, even if your will is as strong as iron, I'm afraid your body... will not be able to hold out until the moment of revenge."

Michael froze. Ling Feng's words were like a cold needle, piercing precisely into his deepest fear.

He was silent for a moment, then his voice lowered considerably: "This is my pride as the God of War. If I were to slink back like this, I would never be able to hold my head up again!"

"perhaps……"

Ling Feng slapped his thigh and suddenly gritted his teeth, saying, "Can I help you?"

Michael suddenly looked up, his crimson eyes fixed on Ling Feng: "What method? Do you have a method?"

Although this guy was very stubborn, who would actually want to endure the stench emanating from their body every day, and have to use large amounts of medicine and disinfectant to barely suppress the corrosive effects of the toxins?

More importantly, he used to be a handsome and extraordinary man, but now he has become so disgusting.

To say that I don't want to get better would be a lie.

If it's possible to avoid returning to the Sky Zone and also cure the severe poison in my body.

Substance and appearance, that's it all.

Ling Feng did not answer immediately, but instead examined Michael's wounds with a serious expression, his brows furrowed, as if he were making an extremely difficult judgment.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke: "I once discovered a secret acupuncture technique in ancient ruins, which might be able to eradicate the remaining toxins in your body. However, I am not entirely confident. Moreover..."

“And what?” Michael blurted out.

"Moreover, the process of performing acupuncture requires the adult's complete trust in me. If there is even the slightest mistake, the adult's condition will be even more difficult to cure."

"I believe you! Of course I believe you!"

Instantly, a bright light burst forth in Michael's eyes, as if a drowning person had spotted a piece of driftwood.

He grabbed Ling Feng's arm and said urgently, "Brother Long Fei! No matter how confident you are, please try! If you can help me get rid of this damned poison and restore my appearance, I, Michael, swear here and now that you are my own brother, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Ling Feng feigned hesitation for a moment, but still nodded: "Alright! Since Lord Michael trusts me, I, Long Fei, will go all out and give it a try! I will do my utmost to help you recover!"

"What kind of person are you!"

Michael was excited. "Brother, from now on, we're brothers. Brother Longfei, from now on, we can just call each other brothers!"

"Okay big brother!"

"Brothers!"

Michael saw hope for recovery and was overjoyed. The more he looked at Ling Feng, the more pleasing he became, and he had long forgotten everything else.

This is certainly partly due to Michael's own impulsiveness and recklessness. Similarly, when a person grasps at a straw, even if they know it is just a straw that may break at any moment, they will never let go.

Before long, at Ling Feng's invitation, the two arrived at the small building where Ling Feng was temporarily staying.

Upon entering, Ling Feng immediately activated all the layers of barriers and soundproofing in the room, and layers of light curtains lit up, completely sealing off the room.

"Lord Michael, please sit cross-legged and relax. No matter what happens, remember not to use your internal energy to resist, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted, and it may even trigger a backlash of the poison, endangering your life!"

Ling Feng gave the instructions with an extremely serious expression.

"Of course!"

Michael now trusted Ling Feng completely. Upon hearing this, he immediately sat cross-legged on the bed as instructed, took a deep breath, and said, "Brother Long Fei, please go ahead and do as you please. My life is in your hands!"

"Don't worry, brother. When you regain consciousness, I think your appearance will at least be restored!"

Ling Feng nodded and walked behind Michael.

His gaze was calm, and he slowly raised his hands, his fingertips somehow holding several jade needles as thin as cow hair, shimmering with a faint silver light.

Although it is not as good as the original Tai Xuan Golden Needle, it has been personally tempered by Ling Feng and is extraordinary.

"The Nine Revolutions of the Supreme Mystery: Stabilizing the Soul and Calming the Spirit!"

The next moment, Ling Feng muttered incantations and his movements were as fast as lightning.

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Several barely perceptible whooshing sounds rang out as silver needles pierced Michael's neck, the top of his head, and his back with unparalleled precision.

Each needle strike carries a cool and gentle life-giving force, beginning to unblock the eight extraordinary meridians within Michael's body.

Michael felt several cool streams of air flow into his body, and wherever they passed, the burning pain that had been raging day and night seemed to lessen considerably, causing him to let out a comfortable groan as his tense nerves relaxed.

He had unwavering faith in Ling Feng's medical skills.

With Ling Feng's medical skills, this residual poison was naturally no problem for him.

However, he deliberately exaggerated the situation so that Michael would trust him completely without reservation.

Only in this way can he have the opportunity to complete the next part of his plan.

In an instant, Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, and the last three silver needles at his fingertips simultaneously lit up with a dazzling silver light.

"Sealing of Gods and Locking of Consciousness, Sink!"

Three needles were used simultaneously to pierce Michael's three vital acupoints: Baihui, Shenting, and Yintang!
hum!
An invisible wave instantly spread out.

Michael's body trembled violently, his eyes widened suddenly, and then a strong sense of drowsiness washed over him.

"brother……"

"Don't worry, brother, just trust me!"

Ling Feng offered a reassuring remark, and then Michael felt a sudden darkness engulf him as he was swallowed by endless weariness and darkness.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his body went limp, causing him to fall forward. Ling Feng, who was prepared, caught him as he collapsed.

At this moment, Michael's breathing was even and long, as if he had fallen into the deepest sleep. But Ling Feng knew that his soul had been temporarily sealed by his exquisite acupuncture technique, and his consciousness had completely sunk, losing all perception of the outside world.

"Heh heh, it's done!"

A slight smile appeared on Ling Feng's lips.

Things are progressing more smoothly than I expected.

The next moment, with a thought, a light flashed between his brows, and the ancient and majestic phantom of the Eastern Emperor Bell appeared, instantly enveloping him and the unconscious Michael.

Light and shadow shift, space transforms.

The next moment, the two were already inside the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Here, Lingfeng is the absolute ruler, cutting off all outside prying eyes.

Ling Feng laid Michael flat on a bare rock in front of him and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, old Michael. Although we have no grudges against each other, we are, after all, on different sides."

He took a deep breath, then slowly raised his right hand, a deep, dark light gathering at the tip of his index finger, a radiance that seemed capable of devouring all souls.

"Memory Reading - Soul Search!"

hum!
A powerful spiritual force, like an invisible tentacle, instantly penetrated the depths of Michael's unsuspecting mind.

Countless fragments of memory surged forth like a burst dam, flashing chaotically through Ling Feng's consciousness.

The life of Michael, the god of war, flowed swiftly before Ling Feng.

Ling Feng focused his mind, his powerful divine sense acting like the finest sieve, rapidly filtering through the complex information.

He had no interest in prying into Michael's privacy; what he wanted to find was the mysterious trump card of Raziel, the god of fate!

Time passes little by little.

Compared to Ling Feng's memories of only living for nearly a hundred years, Michael was practically an ancient monster to him.

He couldn't use force to seize the memories; he had to process such a massive amount of memory information in the gentlest way possible, without disturbing Michael's divine soul.

Even for Ling Feng, it was starting to become somewhat difficult.

Fortunately, Ling Feng's luck wasn't too bad.

Finally, at a certain point in Michael's long river of memories, Ling Feng captured the key image he wanted!
That was after Si You announced the end of the meeting, and everyone left.

Michael walked a little slower due to his injuries and agitated mood.

Just as he was about to step out of the command room, he subconsciously glanced back.

That one glance allowed him to see a corner deep within the command room, where the shadows had not yet completely dissipated.

Siyou's figure, which seemed to blend into the darkness, did not completely disappear, and Raziel did not leave immediately either.

The two seemed to be talking in hushed tones.

Michael was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention, but Si You's last words clearly reached his ears:

“Raziel, remember, this is Lord Wuzhao’s order! The ‘Net of Fate’ must be spread! Even if it means sacrificing your very life essence.”

The web of fate!

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched; he had finally found it!
Is this Si You and the others' plan?
Ling Feng continued searching for information about the Web of Fate in Michael's memories.

It turns out that this web of fate is a divine law wielded by Raziel, the god of fate.

However, weaving the web of fate requires a tremendous price.

Once the Web of Fate is cast, the caster must sacrifice their own vast life essence to forcibly distort cause and effect and weave a specific trajectory of fate.

In other words, it means forcibly intertwining the fates of certain people and placing them in a specific place.

Once the web of fate is successfully woven, it will generate its own cause and effect, ensuring that all the characters he manipulates within it arrive at a specific place as scheduled.

It's like writing a script in advance; the time, place, and characters mentioned in the script will all become reality.

Such a technique that interferes with the trajectory of a person's destiny is truly defying the heavens!

And no matter what anyone does, those caught in the web of fate cannot change the fact that all of this is happening.

Because the web of fate is almost equivalent to a "script".

"What a terrifying ability!"

Ling Feng frowned. Once this ability was used, there was no longer a need to search for the location of the Chaos Temple.

If Raziel completes the construction of the Web of Fate, no matter how I order the people of the Chaos Temple not to move, I will eventually meet the people of the Tribunal at the location designed by Raziel for some special reason.

Raziel, who controls everything, can lay a heavy ambush at that location in advance, waiting for the people of the Chaos Temple to come to him, like waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump!

"Damn it!"

Ling Feng cursed inwardly. Fortunately, the cost of this Web of Fate was extremely high. Otherwise, if he could use it at will, Raziel, the God of Fate, would probably be an invincible being.

In an instant, Ling Feng withdrew his finger, his face turned extremely ugly, and cold sweat even seeped from his forehead.

No wonder the God of Fate was able to become one of the top three of the twelve constellations.

This is no longer a matter of combat capability.

This guy is a complete mechanics freak!

Fortunately, I discovered this in advance, and I still have three days to think of a solution.

In short, we must not let this guy complete the web of fate!

We must find a way to break this deadlock!

Ling Feng's eyes sharpened, and a fierce glint surged in his heart.

If there is really no other way, perhaps assassinating Raziel would be one option!
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The most urgent task is to deal with Michael right now.

Ling Feng raised his hand again, the power of star source flowing from his fingertips, and quickly removed the silver needles from Michael's body.

The Tai Xuan Acupuncture Technique was applied, and soon the remaining poison in Michael's body dripped down with the flowing blood beads.

As the divine power within his body circulated, and without the corrosive effects of the deadly poison, his festering body began to heal on its own.

Before long, Michael's festering face had mostly returned to normal.

Of course, Ling Feng also did some tampering.

Once Michael unleashes his full power and activates his divine authority, his divine authority will crack again, rendering him incapable of fighting.

They were cunning, but what could they do? They were enemies, not friends. (End of Chapter)