Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

The Eastern Emperor Bell is located within the independent space that Ling Feng created for the Chaos Temple.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of followers of the Chaos Temple have all gathered here.

Unlike before, when the Martial Alliance moved all the original peaks and gates of the Cloud Palace Cave Heaven into the Eastern Emperor Bell World.

At this moment, the followers of the Chaos Temple entered a relatively primitive and vast jungle.

However, with so many believers gathered together, it is believed that it will not be long before a magnificent city can be built in this jungle.

In fact, Tian Sha, Huang Shaotian, and the various evil god monarchs of the Chaos Temple are doing just that.

The envoys under the various monarchs are all following the plan, hoping to recreate the former glory of the Nine Temples of Chichu Street in this world rich in spiritual energy.

Of course, there are now more than nine temples.

While the believers in each temple were busy cutting wood and ramming earth, they were having a great time.

Huang Shaotian and Tian Sha flew down to a hilltop, looking down at the somewhat crowded but orderly believer camp below.

The makeshift tents and stone houses are scattered around, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, adding a touch of everyday life to the scene.

"They have finally all been successfully evacuated."

Huang Shaotian was clearly relieved and continued, "With so many people working together, I think it won't be long before our Chaos City is established."

Tian Sha said with some concern, "I wonder if Ling Feng will be able to get away with it."

"Don't worry, that guy is very cunning, he won't be exposed so easily."

Huang Shaotian shrugged. "Besides, we still have that little wench Long Ze Liyue to help us."

"Too."

Tian Sha nodded slightly. Although he had once been Ling Feng's murderous demon, Ling Feng kept his promise and not only gave him a body but also his freedom.

Tian Sha now completely regards Ling Feng as his brother.

Moreover, because they originated from the same source, the bond of blood is like that of twin brothers.

He now feels a bit more concern for Ling Feng, his former mortal enemy whom he most wanted to replace.

"Hey Lao Sha, you're starting to look more and more like a human being."

Huang Shaotian had some knowledge of the origins of Tian Sha.

Ling Feng is truly one of a kind when it comes to turning one's inner demons into brothers.

"..."

Tian Sha's mind went blank. Just as he was about to exchange a few words with Huang Shaotian, he suddenly heard Ling Feng's voice in his ear.

This place is the world inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, and Ling Feng is equivalent to the god of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Ling Feng was fully aware of everything that happened inside.

After Huang Shaotian and Tian Sha evacuated all the followers of the Chaos Temple, Ling Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heavens, Brother Shaotian, thank you both for your hard work."

The two perked up, and Tian Sha immediately responded telepathically: "Fortunately, your message was delivered in time. Senior Huang Long's time-delayed cavities have indeed begun to be exposed one by one, but we have completed the evacuation before the Judgment Council takes action."

After a pause, Tian Sha continued, "We plan to build a Chaos Holy City here next. What do you think?"

"not bad!"

Ling Feng nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you, the Lord of Destruction."

Huang Shaotian raised an eyebrow and quickly interjected, "I said, this plan was actually my suggestion!"

"Alright, alright, I'll add a Sword God Temple for you later, okay?"

"That's pretty much it!"

Tian Sha's gaze sharpened, and he asked again, "By the way, Ling Feng, how's the situation on your end?"

After a brief silence, Ling Feng's voice came again: "It's safe for now. The higher-ups of the Divine Office did have some doubts about me, but I've dispelled them. You don't need to worry about me. However, you probably won't be able to leave the Eastern Emperor Bell for a while."

"You all just need to stay here and cultivate in peace. Once this storm has passed, I will find a safer place for the temple to establish itself. Remember, what we need to do now is to strengthen our power and wait for the right opportunity!"

After all, while it's convenient to have the entire Chaos Temple inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, if he were exposed, wouldn't that be equivalent to the entire Chaos Temple being wiped out? Therefore, it's necessary to find a suitable stronghold for the Chaos Temple.

"understand!"

Tian Sha and Huang Shaotian responded in unison.

"Everything depends on you two!"

Ling Feng's voice gradually faded away.

Tian Sha and Huang Shaotian exchanged a glance. They knew that Ling Feng was alone in a dangerous situation, and the pressure he was under was unimaginable.

All they can do is lead everyone within this sanctuary to grow stronger as quickly as possible!
Only when a major battle breaks out between the two sides can they become Ling Feng's ally, rather than hindering him.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The temporary command post of the Alchemy Factory in the city at the bottom of the third calamity.

At this moment, Si You's gaze was as gloomy as the sea before a storm.

"It's been three days!"

Si You's icy voice shattered the deathly silence, "Another three days have passed, everyone! Can any of you tell me, have all the hundreds of thousands of believers of the Chaos Temple vanished into thin air?!"

Below, the several powerful Divine Throne experts responsible for the regional search remained silent, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat.

Gongshu Yu took a deep breath and finally mustered his courage to step forward, his voice trembling: "Lord Siyou... we have used all the detection arrays and thoroughly searched every corner of the city, including abandoned pipes, collapsed mines, and energy turbulence zones... but we have indeed found nothing! It's not that the people below are being lazy; we have limited manpower after all, and we're afraid we'll need to search for a while longer..."

"enough!"

Si You slammed his hand on the armrest, instantly twisting and deforming the hard metal! "Stop making excuses! Huang Long is dead, his time-lapse rift must have collapsed! Those believers have lost their hiding place, how could they possibly be more well hidden than before?! Search again! Search every inch of the city! Even if you have to turn the entire city upside down, dig them out for me!"

Gongshu Yu sighed softly, turned around and glared at his subordinates, "Hurry up and go!"

"Yes Yes!"

The officers of the Beiming Military Academy were immediately relieved, and they scrambled out of the room.

Raziel sat to the side, his face still pale. He coughed lightly and said slowly, "Lord Siyou, although Huanglong is dead, perhaps... the Chaos Temple still has trump cards that we don't know about."

"True card?"

Si You snorted coldly, her gaze sharp as a knife, "Besides Huang Long's time-lapse cavity, what other trump cards do they have? Could that Chaos Ruler possibly conjure up an independent space that can hold hundreds of thousands of people out of thin air?!"

Her words were sarcastic, yet they inadvertently hit the nail on the head regarding the truth.

Raziel was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "The possibility is extremely slim. Even spatial treasures are rare enough to contain living beings, let alone hundreds of thousands of people and maintain that for a long time... At least, after that great cataclysm, all treasures that could create independent spaces, even the treasures of the ancient gods, have been destroyed."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Therefore, I have reason to suspect that Huanglong may have already used the time-lapse rift to send the followers of the Chaos Temple out of the bottom city!"

Upon hearing this, Si You's eyes flashed even colder.

Raziel's words were not without merit.

After all, the Time-Lapse of the Desolate Dragon Leader could even lead to the Sky Zone. However, sending the Chaos Temple to the Sky Zone would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

As for the Upper City, there are even more troops stationed there, suddenly adding hundreds of thousands of people, so it would be hard for them not to be discovered.

If the leader of Huanglong were to send those followers of the Chaos Temple to the World of Miracles, the terrifying embers and dust alone would be something that ordinary followers could not withstand.

She stood up irritably and paced around the empty hall.

The series of setbacks made her feel more anxious than ever before.

The loss of the Silent Guard, the disappearance of the Chaos Temple, Ling Feng's escape...

All of this put her under tremendous pressure within the clergy.

The end is drawing ever closer; time waits for no one!

Finally, Si You shook his head and said in a deep voice, "For the time being, it's probably not very likely!"

"Raziel!"

He took a deep breath, then suddenly stopped, staring at Raziel, the god of fate. "How long will it take before you can unleash your web of destiny?!"

Raziel gave a bitter smile: "Lord Siyou, the backlash from forcibly rewriting Ling Feng's fate far exceeded expectations. My divine essence has been severely damaged. Without more than three months of quiet recuperation and the assistance of a large amount of rare divine materials, I'm afraid..."

"Three months?!"

Si You's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

This guy who always messes up at crucial moments seems unreliable.

"Find it! What are you all standing there for? Go down and search!"

Si You was somewhat exasperated; the Chaos Temple seemed to have vanished into thin air in an instant.

All they could do was invest more manpower and use the most foolish methods to conduct a thorough, carpet-like search, digging three feet into the ground!
……

Meanwhile, in the Sky Zone, at the highest-secret research institute of the Cleric's Court.

Therefore, this place is also known as the furnace of creation.

Inside a massive laboratory, countless sophisticated alchemical instruments and energy conduits shimmering with runic light, like the blood vessels of a living being, connect to a central, transparent crystal coffin that emits a ghostly blue glow.

Inside the coffin lay the emaciated body of the leader of the Desolate Dragon.

The huge hole in his chest had been temporarily filled with some kind of gel-like substance, but it was still a shocking sight.

Countless probes, as thin as hair, were attached to various parts of his body, especially his head and heart, continuously extracting weak streams of data.

Metatron stood before the control panel, his pure white robes of order spotless, a crystal scepter hovering beside him.

He stared blankly at the waterfall of data scrolling across the screen, his brow furrowed.

"Report: The activity of the divine essence related to the target 'Time Lag Void' continues to decline, making stable extraction impossible!"

"Report: The residual energy structure within the target's body is abnormal and does not match any known divine system; it cannot be analyzed!"

"Report: Attempt to perform 'site-level separation' procedure failed. The target source is exhibiting a strong rejection reaction, and the instrument is overloaded!"

The cold, synthesized electronic voices rang out again and again, announcing the failure of the research.

Metatron's face grew increasingly grim.

The reason he brought back the corpse of the leader of the Desolate Dragon was to extract the power of the Time-Lapse Void.

Although Huanglong is dead, as long as a portion of his divine power can be extracted, it is possible to use the technology of the Divine Court to mass-produce individuals with similar abilities.

In fact, the Judgment Council's army of skeletons is created by implanting replicated avatars into the bodies of skeleton warriors, thereby mass-producing an army of avatars.

However, three days have passed, and there has been no progress in the extraction and research of the divine essence from Huanglong's corpse.

After all, Huanglong's divine office did not originate from the inheritance of the ancient gods, but was cultivated through the primordial creation.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Metatron muttered a curse under his breath.

So all that effort I put in this time, and I still couldn't catch Ling Feng? I finally managed to retrieve a corpse, but it was all for nothing!
Gabriel, the god of life, stood aside, observing Huanglong's corpse. Suddenly, he spoke, "Lord Metatron, the conventional 'Rank Replication' and 'Origin Stripping' techniques seem ineffective against this person. His power... seems to be rooted in life itself, closely connected to his life's origin. Perhaps... we can try a different approach."

Metatron glanced at him coldly: "Speak."

Gabriel pointed to the crystal coffin: "Instead of forcibly stripping this power away, why not... try to 'awaken' it?"

"Oh?"

Metatron's gaze sharpened slightly.

“With my Oracle of Life, we can temporarily ‘revive’ this body and then transform it into a ‘life puppet’ under our control. Although it cannot perfectly inherit all of its abilities from its previous life, as long as it retains some of the characteristics of ‘time-lapse void’, even if it is only for location and short-distance teleportation, it will be enough to become a powerful tool for us to hunt down the remnants of the Chaos Temple!”

A glint of light flashed in Metatron's eyes.

Indeed, no one can surpass this god of life in the search for the origin of life.

Although this cannot fully preserve Huanglong's rank and abilities.

However, given the current predicament, it seems that this is the only remaining path.

He paused for a moment, then slowly nodded: "It's worth a try. But we must ensure absolute control! I don't want you to shoot yourself in the foot again!"

"Please rest assured, sir!"

Gabriel's lips curled into a confident smile. "When it comes to life modification... Hmph, if I, Gabriel, claim to be second, who dares to claim to be first?"

"Ok!"

Seeing his confidence, Metatron nodded. "Alright, if you can successfully refine this Desolate Dragon into a Life Puppet, you'll have accomplished a great feat!"

"Lord Metatron, just you wait and see!"

Gabriel, looking smug, strode to the crystal coffin and slowly raised his hands.

The next moment, a beam of emerald green light surged from his palm, like the purest spring of life, and slowly poured into the coffin.

The light flowed across Huanglong's withered body, and wherever it passed, the charred wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of blood seemed to return to his pale skin.

However, this is not a true resurrection.

Huang Long kept his eyes tightly closed and his face remained expressionless.

Gabriel chanted ancient and obscure life oracles, and the emerald light gradually deepened, with traces of cold silver runes beginning to mix in!
These runes burrowed into Huanglong's brow, heart, and limbs as if they were living things!
They are forcibly rewriting the life imprint of this body, twisting it from the category of "life" into a creation of a life puppet.

In an instant, a surging life force erupted from the desolate corpse.

Wherever that dark green light passed, even on the hard floor of the laboratory, countless flowers and buds suddenly bloomed, like a feast of life.

"In the name of life, let's rebuild the body!"

"Using soul blood as a lock, imprisoning the divine soul!"

"With my will, I bestow new life—"

Awaken, life puppet, Desolate Dragon! (End of Chapter)