Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

The Alchemy Factory, located in the city at the bottom of the third calamity.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Metatron's eyes blazed with fury. Such an ingenious killing scheme, with not only the barrier set up by Wu Zhao, but even with the simultaneous attacks of the second and third divine thrones, two top-level first-class priests, the "Chaos Ruler" still managed to escape!

Gabriel and Abaddon lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

They were afraid that Metatron might take his anger out on them in a fit of rage.

"Hey……"

Raziel, the goddess of fate, sighed softly, her pale face showing weakness.

"Humph!"

Metatron turned and glared at him. "Raziel, why don't you rewrite your destiny again!"

Raziel took a deep breath, a bitter look on his face, and shook his head with a sigh, saying, "That guy possesses an incredibly powerful force of destiny. Casting a divine decree on him once consumes a hundred times more of his divine essence!"

After a pause, Raziel continued, "If I were to cast the Oracle of Fate on him again, it's uncertain whether I could trap him. I'm afraid I'd die from exhaustion first!"

A hint of gloom appeared on Metatron's ferocious face; his anger reached his lips, but he ultimately suppressed it.

After a long while, he let out a cold snort, and the pure white chains of order slowly dissipated, like the receding cold seawater, leaving only the old body in the center of the square with a huge hole pierced through its chest, its life completely cut off.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the burnt smell of extinguished energy, as if telling the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Metatron, his face grim, slowly walked to Huanglong's corpse.

"Hmph, you old bastard, you're ruthless enough to trade your life for another!"

He sneered, "However, without your abilities, I'd like to see where that lowly ant can hide!"

Gabriel quickly stepped forward and gave Metatron a thumbs up, "This old bastard has been entrenched in the bottom city for many years. Those useless people from the Northern Underworld Military Academy have been trying to capture him for so many years without making any progress. You killed this old bastard with just one move. You truly deserve to be called Lord Metatron!"

"Shut up!"

Metatron was clearly in a bad mood. He turned around and glared at Gabriel, who immediately shrank back in fear and didn't dare to utter another word.

Clearly, the flattery backfired.

"Whoever dares to oppose my Judgment Council will pay the price!"

Metatron's eyes flashed with a cold light as he turned to look at Raziel again. "God of Destiny, suppressing the Chaos Temple is your mission! If it weren't for Lord Siyou's orders, I would have no obligation to assist you this time!"

Raziel, forcing himself to remain weak, bowed deeply to Metatron. "Of course, I haven't thanked the God of Order yet!"

"There's no need to dwell on these superficial things!"

Metatron flicked his sleeve, and several chains of order shot out from the void, immediately binding the corpse of the leader of the Desolate Dragon.

"I'll take this leader of the extinct organization back with me!"

He snorted and continued, "That experimental subject named Ling Feng is seriously injured. He can't escape! The end is coming soon, Raziel. You should know that experimental subject is of great importance, right?"

"clear."

Raziel nodded, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Hopefully, the next time we hear news about the Chaos Temple, it will be good news."

After saying that, Metatron raised his hand and patted Raziel's shoulder a few times.

"let's go!"

Then, Metatron controlled the chains of order, entangled Huanglong's corpse, and flew away.

Gabriel and Abaddon quickly followed.

Only Raziel stood still, looking in the direction where Metatron had disappeared, then looked down at the mess on the ground, a complex light flashing in his eyes, before he murmured, "Hopefully, it will be good news from Lord Siyou's side!"

Of course, he was unaware at the moment that Ling Feng had already sent a message to Tian Sha in time.

With Huanglong's assistance, the main force of the Chaos Temple has safely withdrawn.

However, the leader of Huanglong himself ultimately could not escape this calamity.

……

Fallen Prison, Wasteland of Gods' Remains.

A figure covered in blood, staggering along, walked through this sea of ​​bones, each step leaving a deep, bloody footprint.

Behind him, a purple figure followed at a leisurely pace, wanting to offer some comfort but unsure how to begin.

That blood-soaked figure was none other than Ling Feng.

At this moment, Ling Feng's wounds had stopped bleeding under the repair of the Chaos Divine Power, but his clothes were already soaked with dark red and blackish-brown blood scabs, clinging tightly to his body.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were terrifyingly empty, as if they had lost all focus, leaving only endless grief and burning anger churning deep within.

After venting his anger, Ling Feng's fury had dissipated, but what followed was self-blame and sorrow.

Finally, he stopped on a relatively flat clearing surrounded by the ribs of an unknown behemoth.

He slowly knelt down and, with trembling hands, began to dig into the hard gravel on the ground.

His fingernails quickly cracked and bled, oozing blood mixed with sand, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, mechanically and stubbornly digging on.

After an unknown amount of time, a pit about half a person's height appeared in front of him.

Ling Feng carefully took off his robes.

This robe is still stained with Huanglong's blood.

He couldn't retrieve Senior Huanglong's body, so he could only use this robe to build a cenotaph for Huanglong.

He gritted his teeth and buried the blood-stained robe in the pit. After the sand filled the pit, he moved a huge stone slab from a nearby spot.

After being smoothed out, it was placed on the pit.

He hesitated for a long time, wanting to carve something on the stone tablet, but ultimately he didn't know where to start.

He couldn't even retrieve Senior Huanglong's body, so what right does he have to carve words on his tombstone?

Finally, he shook his head and made up his mind that after he killed Metatron and avenged Senior Huanglong, he would erect a monument and inscribe words for him as Senior Huanglong's personal disciple!

Having done all this, Ling Feng seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He staggered back a step and knelt heavily before the wordless stele.

A tear, mixed with blood and dust from her face, slid silently down, dripping into the sand at her feet and disappearing instantly.

"senior……"

His hoarse voice was filled with intense sorrow, "I'm sorry... In the end, it was my fault that you were dragged into this..."

"I, Ling Feng, swear on my Dao heart! I will not be human if I do not avenge this humiliation!"

Zi Ling stood not far away, watching Ling Feng's back, and a wave of indescribable sorrow welled up in her heart.

She had never seen her master so vulnerable, so grief-stricken.

She silently stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Ling Feng's violently trembling shoulder, conveying a silent comfort.

The wind howled across the wasteland, whipping up fine dust that swept over the cold bones, making a sound like a lament.

The enormous, wordless monument stands before the small mound of earth, appearing exceptionally lonely and tragic in this ancient desolation.

……

Not long after.

"Ziling! And Lingfeng, why are you back!"

It was the voice of the Scarlet Night Queen that echoed amidst the desolate winds of the Divine Remains Wasteland. It turned out that when Ling Feng and his companion returned to the Divine Remains Wasteland, they had already been discovered by the insectoid race.

As the last of the eight empresses, she naturally took on this kind of errand-running work.

When Queen Scarlet Night saw Ling Feng's weak and sorrowful appearance, her expression changed slightly. "What happened? What's wrong? Ling Feng, are you injured?"

Ling Feng remained silent, so Fei Ye could only turn her gaze to Zi Ling.

"Well, it's a long story..."

She sighed softly, but before she could speak, Ling Feng collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

He was already severely injured, and then he went berserk and used his divine power to fight a fierce battle with the skeletal guards.

Having managed to get here, Ling Feng's physical condition is now extremely precarious.

He had been holding his breath, which was why he hadn't exploded yet.

Now that a monument has been erected for the leader of Huanglong, he can no longer suppress his injuries.

"Hey kid, what's wrong with you?"

Fei Ye and Zi Ling quickly supported Ling Feng from either side, only to find that his aura was extremely chaotic, with several rampaging divine powers eroding his life essence.

"It's the law of order!"

Zi Ling's eyelids twitched suddenly as Metatron's Lock of Order pierced through Ling Feng's body several times.

Although Ling Feng escaped from danger time and time again, a portion of the power of the laws of order still remained within his body.

Originally, the powerful chaotic energy was enough to suppress the laws of order.

But now that Ling Feng's will has collapsed, those laws of order have taken advantage of the situation and entered.

"Master, Master, don't scare me!"

As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. Seeing Ling Feng fall into a coma, Zi Ling was immediately thrown into a panic.

"What are you still standing there for!"

Fei Ye rolled her eyes. "Hurry up and take him back to find Mother Ye!"

Ziling then realized, "Right, right, find Mother Night! Mother Night can definitely save Master!"

……

When Ling Feng finally woke up, he found himself soaking in a hot spring.

The milky-white hot spring water contained rich life essence and gentle earth energy, like the gentlest hand, slowly nourishing his battered body and exhausted soul.

Without a doubt, this is the geothermal hot spring of the Zerg mother hive.

This hot spring has accumulated energy for hundreds or thousands of years, and Ling Feng has basically used it all up each time.

However, thanks to the energy of the hot spring, Ling Feng was able to recover in a short time.

Zi Ling stood guard by the hot spring, carefully guiding its energy to help Ling Feng absorb it.

Fei Ye stood to the side, looking at the deep, bone-revealing wounds on Ling Feng's body, and the gruesome blood hole that almost pierced through his shoulder blade, her eyes filled with shock.

She was aware of Ling Feng's strength.

After all, his strength was already comparable to that of Silver Moon and Blood Desolation.

But even someone as powerful as Ling Feng was injured like this.

In fact, even when Mother Ye was healing Ling Feng, she had a furrowed brow.

"Ziling, what kind of enemy did you encounter?"

Fei Ye frowned deeply and asked in the direction of Zi Ling.

"They're all bad people!"

Zi Ling snorted, "Once Master has recovered from his injuries, I will definitely go to the Night Mother's Palace to teach those guys from the Tribunal a lesson!"

"Forehead……"

Fei Ye was speechless for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Zi Ling, although our insect race is not weak and we are not afraid of the embers of the Divine World, you are still dreaming if you think you can challenge the Judgment Council..."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "If we were truly that powerful, we wouldn't have been hiding in this desolate wasteland of divine remains."

"But……"

Ziling wanted to say something more, but suddenly she heard a familiar voice.

"Alright, Ziling, this is a feud between me and the Judgment Council, how can I entrust it to Senior Mother Ye!"

It was Ling Feng!

"Master, you wake up!"

Zi Ling was overjoyed and almost instantly plunged into the hot spring pool, hugging Ling Feng tightly.

"puff!"

A mouthful of dark red stagnant blood suddenly spurted from his mouth, splashing into the milky white spring water and spreading out in a dazzling crimson hue.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Zi Ling was startled and quickly let go of his hand, looking down at Ling Feng like a child who had done something wrong.

Ling Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with you. This is the poison I removed myself."

At this moment, the invading laws of order within his body have completely dissipated.

The injuries have mostly healed.

However, the spear wound on his shoulder will probably take some time to fully heal.

"Ling Feng, it seems your physical condition is indeed extraordinary. Even Mother Ye said you might not wake up until tomorrow!"

Fei Ye, standing by the hot spring pool, glanced at Ling Feng and nodded, saying, "Now that you're awake, I'm relieved."

Ling Feng nodded to Fei Ye, "Empress Fei Ye, please convey my gratitude to Senior Mother Ye."

Fei Ye shrugged. "Aren't you going to meet Lady Fei Ye in person?"

"No."

Ling Feng shook his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "I'm fine now. Next, I'll return to the bottom city to continue my undercover work!"

"what?!"

Zi Ling looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock and confusion. "Master! You're so badly injured! And Bottom City is now a den of dragons and tigers! Those guys from the Tribunal are definitely looking for you everywhere! If you go back now, aren't you just walking into a trap?"

Ling Feng slowly stood up from the hot spring, water droplets sliding down his scarred body.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Long Fei's identity hasn't been exposed yet. But if I don't return in time, it might be exposed instead. For now, Long Fei's identity can't be lost!"

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "It's not just about finding Bingqing's third personality. More importantly, only by continuing to infiltrate the Divine Court can I find out the movements of the Judgment Council! The power of the Judgment Council is far greater than I imagined. If I hadn't accidentally passed on the information, I'm afraid the Chaos Temple would have suffered heavy casualties in Si You's first move!"

"So, I have to go back!"

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Senior Huanglong risked his life to save him, not to let him linger on in misery!
For a long time, the leader of Huanglong has devoted his life to fighting against the Judgment Council and changing the status quo of the bottom city.

And now, I, Ling Feng, will pass on this will!
(PS: I'd like to name it: The Will of Fire, cough cough, no, the Will of Wilderness!) (End of Chapter)