Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Yes!"

Under the personal arrangement of the Northern Underworld God of War, Ling Feng was taken into a metal cage that had been prepared in advance and contained three other "living samples" with blank stares.

These samples were all wearing the same "marked suits" as Ling Feng, and it seemed that their six senses had been shut down, making them look like walking corpses.

Ling Feng walked into the cage on his own initiative. The next moment, under his disguise, his eyes deliberately became empty and numb, making him look no different from those "living samples" who had been deprived of their minds.

"Cough cough..."

The Northern Underworld God of War glanced at Ling Feng, nodded to him, and then said to the skeletal warriors under his command, "That's enough!"

"Yes, Lord War God!"

Soon, under the command of a minor leader, the cage was covered with a thick canvas and then carried by several skeleton warriors onto a specially modified transport vehicle.

The convoy slowly started moving, heading towards the innermost and most heavily guarded area of ​​the Supreme Research Institute.

Ling Feng imitated the other samples, curled up in the corner of the cage, his eyes lifeless, but his heart was like a taut bowstring, his mind highly focused, perceiving everything in the outside world.

The transport vehicle traveled for about half an hour, and Ling Feng felt that the route was quite complicated, with left and right turns.

Finally, the transport truck stopped, and a commotion arose outside.

"Hehehe..."

The foreman in charge of transporting the "supplies" laughed, "Lord Havel, Lord Maki, the special supplies have arrived for you. Please check them over."

"Ah."

On the left, a burly, bald man named Maki nodded and said calmly, "Alright, let's begin the process."

Next, staff from the inner courtyard began verifying the identities of the escorts from the Northern Darkness Military Academy, the inventory list, and the sample codes...

Each item was checked repeatedly.

Ling Feng could feel several powerful scanning waves sweeping across the cage, lingering briefly on the "sample prison uniform" on his body before moving away.

The first layer of verification was completed smoothly.

"no problem."

After the verification was completed, Maki nodded, had his men take over the transport vehicle, and then said to the junior leader of the Northern Underworld Military Academy, "Alright, you can go back now. Leave the rest to me and Havel."

"Very well, then I shall take my leave."

The leader nodded and then quickly led his skeletal warriors away, not wasting a moment.

After all the members of the Beiming Military Academy had left, Ma Ji raised his hand.

Rumble!
A heavy alloy door slowly opened behind them, and the vehicle started up again, driving into a dimly lit passage filled with various detection devices.

Every so often, there is an even stricter security checkpoint.

Each pause in the verification process made the atmosphere even more tense.

However, Maki and Havel had clearly been bribed by Bei Mingwu long ago, and they kept urging him along the way.

Therefore, the transport vehicle was only scanned briefly and quickly drove out of the inspection lane.

This second layer of verification was, in a way, a close call.

Finally, the vehicle stopped again in front of a huge portal emitting a ghostly blue light.

"Inner Courtyard Forbidden Zone, halt! Final verification is underway!"

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, two burly men dressed in black armor, led by a middle-aged man in a white lab coat who looked like a researcher, emerged from behind the portal.

The two burly men in black armor, wielding special scanning equipment, were about to scan the vehicle and the cage again.

"Professor Sheeran."

Maki reached out and hooked his arm around the middle-aged man in the white coat, chuckling, "That's enough, we're all waiting to finish this mission, we have another party coming up later!"

As he spoke, he gently patted a bulging little bag into Professor Sheeran's arms.

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Professor Hilan nodded. "Alright then. I trust you to handle things. It's just a formality anyway. After all these years, what kind of safety incident could possibly happen in our inner courtyard?"

"That's not the case!"

Maki grinned. "Alright, Professor, then this truckload of special supplies is now successfully handed over to you!"

"alright."

Professor Sheeran glanced at the transport vehicle again, then smiled at Maki, "You guys have a good time, I'm going to be busy today."

"Hahaha!"

Maki grinned and said, "Who doesn't know that you, Professor Sheeran, are a very busy person? When you're done with your work, come and have some fun with us!"

He then lowered his voice, leaned close to Professor Hilan's ear, and chuckled, "Red Romance, the first city of catastrophe, we're waiting for you!"

"Ahem, it's still early."

As Hilan spoke, he subtly gestured to the guards under his command.

The two guards who were supposed to conduct a final inspection of the transport vehicle nodded almost imperceptibly, then waved their hands: "Inspection passed! Follow us into the handover hall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the portal opened, revealing an even deeper passage behind it.

The transport vehicle started up again, and under the personal "escort" of Maki and Havel, it finally drove smoothly into the inner courtyard of the Supreme Academy.

at last!

We're finally in!
Ling Feng's heart involuntarily quickened.

For him, once he entered this place, all the checkpoints outside became meaningless.

Next time, he can teleport directly in again through the Eastern Emperor Bell.

First, we need to probe the situation. If everything goes smoothly, we can of course take Yu Bingqing's true form directly.

But if things don't go so smoothly, there won't be as much trouble next time.

Soon, the transport vehicle entered a handover hall.

Ling Feng felt the cage being lifted again and then loaded into another transport vehicle used in the inner courtyard.

Then, Maki and Havel led their men back the way they came, and the staff of the inner courtyard took over the remaining transportation work.

There were as many as three handovers in total.

If Ling Feng hadn't first subdued Bei Mingwu and helped him clear the way, it would have been quite troublesome for him to sneak in.

If I had forced my way through those previous levels, I would have had enough time for the higher-ups of the Tribunal to send a large number of experts.

At that time, I'm afraid I won't even be able to escape unscathed.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel secretly glad that he was calm and collected enough.

Just as I was pondering this, the transport vehicle started up again.

The vehicle drove for a while in a wide passageway before finally stopping at the entrance of a brightly lit hall.

"Let's put this batch of samples into the database first."

Professor Sheeran's voice came from the front of the vehicle. Then, the cage was unloaded from the transport vehicle. As the thick cloth covering the cage was lifted, a blinding light shone through.

This place is obviously much larger than the intermediate and outer courts.

It's like a completely separate base. No wonder I wandered around the central courtyard for so long without finding the so-called inner courtyard.

I'm afraid even Bei Mingwu, that guy, has never entered the inner courtyard area in all these years.

Ling Feng continued to feign a dazed expression. Then, several researchers from the inner courtyard carried him out of the cage and, along with several other "samples," transferred him to a trolley.

"Professor Shilan, these samples need to be entered into the database..."

A bespectacled man who looked quite young asked cautiously.

"These samples will be used immediately, so let's send them directly to the temporary storage."

Xilan glanced back at the bespectacled man and shook her head, saying, "You've been in the inner courtyard for half a year now, how come you haven't made any progress in these matters!"

"Second uncle, I..."

The bespectacled man scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"How many times have I told you, you must use your job title when you're at work!"

Hilan glared at the bespectacled man, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Alright, hurry up and put it into storage. Come find me at the Well of Souls later!"

The Well of Souls?

Upon hearing these words, Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He seemed to have mentioned this term when he was going through the files related to himself and Yu Bingqing.

It seems that this Shiran knows something!
“Yes, Professor Sheeran.”

The bespectacled man nodded and quickly called to his companions to lift Ling Feng and the other "live samples" onto a trolley, which they then pushed toward the temporary warehouse.

After walking a distance, the bespectacled man finally breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "He knows I've been here for half a year, and he's always been assigning me these insignificant menial tasks! How have I made any progress...?"

"Take it one step at a time."

A companion chuckled and said, "We've been here for years, and we're still doing the same work as you."

"That's not the same!"

Another square-faced man said, "Heath, so you're Professor Sheeran's nephew! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

As he spoke, he quickly moved closer to Heath and chuckled, "You rest first, I'll take care of pushing the cart!"

Histo adjusted his thick glasses, trying to argue that he hadn't gotten in through connections, since his grades at the Judgment Academy were among the best.

But this relationship exposed him, and he couldn't control what others thought.

"Alright, alright, I can handle this little task by myself. You guys go ahead and get busy, I'll get it done in a minute."

With that, Heath urged the other companions to leave, and then pushed Ling Feng and the other "samples" into a temporary warehouse.

After some verification, Heath pushed the cart and went into the temporary warehouse alone.

According to the procedure, the "samples" that enter the temporary warehouse will be put into use within three days.

This also means that the lives of these people are about to come to an end.

"Oh, please don't be surprised. Although I don't really approve of human experimentation, I'm just a nobody and can't make any decisions..."

Heath sighed softly, then tidied the clothes and hair of the other samples one by one, and then put a tag on their left chest.

However, when he put the verification label on Ling Feng, he noticed that the "sample's" eyes seemed a little different.

Surprisingly, they actively focused their attention on themselves.

"How can it be……"

Heath's eyelids twitched slightly. These living samples had their six senses and consciousness sealed, so how could he see himself?

Is it an illusion?
Just as Heath was wondering what was going on, Ling Feng delivered a chop to the back of Heath's head.

"I……"

Before Heath could even speak, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Oh dear, what am I going to do with you?"

Ling Feng frowned. This kid wasn't a bad person. Originally, Ling Feng planned to directly steal his memories and then impersonate him to find Professor Xilan.

But Heath's momentary pity just now made Ling Feng hesitate.

Although he was definitely ruthless, he was by no means a man who killed indiscriminately.

After a moment's hesitation, Ling Feng used his own blood essence to create a clone and left it there to cover his tracks. Then he possessed Heath's body and temporarily took control of it.

After doing all this, Ling Feng controlled Heath and strode out of the temporary warehouse.

Following the path gleaned from Heath's memories, they strode quickly through the intricate corridors of the inner courtyard.

The cold metal walls reflected a ghostly blue light, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with strange energy. The deeper one went, the clearer the subtle yet soul-stirring sense of oppression became.

According to Heath's memory, the so-called "Well of Souls" was not actually a well, but rather the code name for a core laboratory run by Professor Sheeran.

That's where the entire inner courtyard conducts advanced research on soul energy, and it's also...

A place for processing special "samples".

After turning a few corners, a huge alloy door, engraved with complex runes, came into view.

At this moment, the door was tightly closed, but a flashing screen above the door displayed the words "In operation - Soul extraction program running".

Ling Feng could sense unstable energy fluctuations coming from behind the door, as well as an extremely faint, painful soul's cry. Although it was mostly blocked by the heavy door, it still made him frown.

The next moment, he used Heath's permissions to swipe across the identifier next to the door.

"Identity verified, Research Assistant Heath."

A cold, electronic sound rang out, and the alloy doors slid silently open to both sides.

Upon entering the laboratory, one is greeted by an extremely spacious circular hall. In the center of the hall is a huge three-dimensional device composed of countless nested, intricate metal rings.

At the core of the device, a ball of light emanating a soft but eerie white glow floats. Inside the ball, countless tiny energy streams seem to be surging and colliding wildly, emitting a hissing sound.

This is the true form of the "Well of Souls," a powerful artificial device for extracting and binding soul energy.

At this moment, the device is operating at full capacity.

A figure dressed in the same grayish-white straitjacket as Ling Feng, the so-called "living sample," was being held in place by an invisible force field beneath the device. Several energy tentacles, shimmering with an eerie light, were connected to his head and chest.

Professor Sheeran stood in front of the main control console, his back to the door.

He was intently watching the data cascading down like a waterfall on the screen in front of him.

The light from the screen illuminated half of his profile, making him appear exceptionally focused, even with an almost fanatical excitement.

"Energy output stable... Soul wavelength frequency locked... Beginning the stripping process..."

Hilan muttered to himself, his fingers tapping rapidly on the control panel.

"Ugh... Ah!!!"

In an instant, the "living sample" beneath the device began to convulse violently.

Even with his six senses and mind shut down, the extreme pain of having his very soul forcibly torn apart still caused him to let out a grotesque, inhuman scream that was so sharp it almost pierced his eardrums.

The next moment, Ling Feng saw a blurry humanoid phantom being forcibly pulled out of the sample's shell by those energy tentacles.

The phantom struggled and twisted in agony, emitting silent wails—it was the very essence of the sample's soul! (End of Chapter)