Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Om-"

The Eastern Emperor Bell, which had just recognized its master, began to vibrate again without warning.

This time, however, the bell tolled with a different kind of domineering power than when it annihilated Quinn. Instead, it carried a sharp, almost mournful tremor.

The next moment, the golden patterns on the surface of the bronze bell, which had just been washed away by Ru Feng's blood, began to spread with fine cracks, just like shattered porcelain!
"what happened?!"

The donkey was so startled that it jumped back a step.

Ru Feng felt a burning pain coming from the brand on her palm. Immediately afterward, a huge and chaotic flow of information rushed into her sea of ​​consciousness like a flood bursting its banks.

She saw—

No, strictly speaking, after recognizing her master, she developed a special connection to everything related to the Eastern Emperor Bell.

From her perspective, the countless small worlds inside the Eastern Emperor Bell had all become dilapidated.

The sky shattered, the earth collapsed, and the fundamental laws that support the world were completely broken.

Among the countless collapsing little worlds, there is one world that seems to still have a lot of life!
"There are... a lot of people inside!"

Ru Feng suddenly opened her eyes. Her Emperor's Eye had opened on its own at some point, and the tragic scene of the world inside the bell was reflected deep in her pupils. "I see one small world after another collapsing. In one of these worlds, there seem to be tens of thousands of humans struggling to hold on, but they seem to be about to collapse as well!"

"what?!"

Freya's expression changed, and she suddenly realized, "Could it be those people from the Chaos Temple?"

"The Chaos Temple?"

Ru Feng gazed intently at Freya.

"good."

Freya nodded. "Back then, in order to protect the members of the Chaos Temple, Ling Feng took most of his believers and companions into the inner world of the Eastern Emperor Bell. However, with Ling Feng's fall, those people completely disappeared. Now it seems that they were all trapped inside the Eastern Emperor Bell."

Ru Feng gently pursed her red lips and murmured, "A natal magic weapon is connected to its master's soul. The Eastern Emperor Bell lost its source support, causing its internal world to completely collapse. So… Father… he really is…"

Although I was extremely unwilling to believe it, the facts seemed to be right in front of me.

"Ru Feng, that guy Ling Feng can't be considered by common sense. Anyway, I always feel that there's no way he could just die like that!"

"Ah."

Ru Feng's eyes were slightly red. Although he knew that the cheap donkey was trying to comfort him, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

She raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Since those trapped inside are my father's companions, I'm going to rescue them."

"It's just your injuries..."

Yan Jinghong forced himself to stand up despite the pain, his icy blue pupils fixed on Ru Feng. "Are you alright? If I'm not mistaken, it must be the chaotic origin within you that allowed the Eastern Emperor Bell to automatically recognize you as its master. But to stabilize those small worlds inside, you'll probably need to expend a large amount of your origin power."

He turned to Freya and said in a deep voice, "Captain Leisa, what level was Ling Feng at back then?"

Freya paused for a moment before slowly saying, "He was already at the pinnacle of a first-level clergyman, but in my opinion, at the very end, he seemed to have transcended the realm of a first-level clergyman. Also, I need to correct one point..."

Freya's gaze sharpened, and she said in a deep voice, "Actually, my real name is Freya."

"Yes, Commander Freya."

Yan Jinghong corrected his form of address and looked at Ru Feng again. "If that guy has already reached the pinnacle of a first-level divine being, Ru Feng, your Chaos Origin is probably worlds apart from his. With your Chaos Origin, you might not be able to maintain the small world he created."

Although Yan Jinghong's words were somewhat inappropriate, they were not without reason.

Although both are primordial chaos, they are vastly different in quality.

Even though Ru Feng has now become the new owner of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and may be able to create a new small world under her own control, she may not be able to save the small world created by Ling Feng.

Even then, it's not guaranteed that one can safely enter.

"I may not be able to compare to my father yet, but if I can only save one of countless small worlds, then maybe I still have a chance."

Ru Feng gritted her teeth and said firmly, "No matter what, I will not abandon my father's comrades and subordinates!"

"Of course, but your own safety must be the top priority!"

Yan Jinghong took a deep breath and continued, "If things are beyond your control, you shouldn't force it and damage your own foundation. If that happens, no one will be able to avenge Ling Feng!"

"Ok!"

Ru Feng nodded emphatically.

Han Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced himself to stand up: "Then let's go together, more people means more help."

"This divine beast is going too!"

The cheap donkey strode forward, "My dear niece, with my understanding of the Eastern Emperor Bell, I can definitely help you."

Freya took a deep breath, and although she didn't speak, her eyes made her intentions quite clear.

"Okay, let's all go in and take a look!"

Ru Feng nodded and placed her palm completely on the surface of the Donghuang Bell.

As her own primordial chaos began to flow into the Eastern Emperor Bell, she involuntarily uttered a chant: "Gates of the heavens, open wide for me!"

"clang!!"

As the bell rang, the cracks on the bell burst forth with dazzling golden light. The cracks stopped spreading and instead slowly healed in the golden light.

Below the bell's mouth, a rotating golden vortex appeared out of thin air, and deep within the vortex, shattered mountains and rivers and a gloomy sky could be vaguely seen.

"go!"

Ru Feng was the first to step into the vortex.

Freya followed closely behind, and Yan Jinghong, Han Tian, ​​and Jianlu jumped in one after another.

……

The moment you step into the vortex, a feeling of weightlessness and a sense of disorientation over time and space hits you simultaneously.

Ru Feng felt as if he were falling, yet also rising, surrounded by rapidly flowing golden light.

A few breaths later, her feet found solid ground, and she was standing on a cracked patch of earth.

The sight before them caused everyone who landed to gasp in shock.

This is a dying world.

The sky was dark red, covered with spiderweb-like black cracks, like a glass dome about to shatter completely.

From those cracks, foul, decaying winds constantly poured in, casting a desolate, mournful veil over this broken world.

As far as the eye could see, the entire land was barren, with only exposed gray-white rocks and a network of huge fissures in the ground.

Dark red magma surged deep within some fissures, but it was slowly solidifying, as if the world's vitality was being drained away little by little.

The air was filled with the smell of decay.

"Is this...is this still inside the Eastern Emperor Bell?"

The cheap donkey looked around in disbelief. "Back when I followed that brat Ling Feng, I also entered the small world inside the Eastern Emperor Bell. At that time, the spiritual energy was abundant, comparable to a sacred cultivation ground, a blessed land..."

“It was the same when I came in last time…” Freya squatted down and picked up a clump of dust with her fingers.

The dust quickly turned into lifeless ashes at her fingertips.

She sighed softly and said slowly, "It seems that more than 90 percent of this world is already 'dead'."

Ru Feng's heart clenched painfully.

It is probably because of the complete demise of the father that the Eastern Emperor Bell has become what it is today.

She looked up toward the center of this broken world.

You can sense that in that direction, there are still many humans gathered, tenaciously living on.

"They're over there."

She pointed to a solitary peak in the distance that barely retained its shape, "I seem to sense a familiar presence."

The group immediately sped toward the solitary peak.

The closer you get, the more alarming the environmental degradation becomes.

They saw the dried-up riverbed and the ruins of collapsed buildings; the remaining carvings revealed the prosperity that once existed here.

Even on several relatively flat wastelands, they saw scattered skeletons, half-buried by the wind and sand.

"These must be followers of the Chaos Temple..."

Freya gently covered her lips. "The Chaos Temple originally had nearly ten thousand believers, but judging from the current situation, I'm afraid about half of them have died..."

Ru Feng's expression was extremely solemn. She didn't speak, looked up at the solitary peak, and continued forward.

Finally, the group arrived at the foot of the solitary peak.

The environment here is relatively "intact," at least the earth has not continued to crack.

A pale golden light enveloped the sky, like an inverted bowl, covering an area of ​​several miles in radius on the top of the solitary peak, barely preventing further collapse of the internal space.

But the light shield itself was also in grave danger, riddled with holes. Dozens of figures were scattered throughout the light shield, constantly pouring their remaining power into it in an attempt to repair the gaps.

Those figures were all emaciated and skin and bones.

They were dressed in rags, their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were sunken, and their lips were cracked and bleeding.

But their eyes were strikingly similar, a mixture of exhaustion and despair, yet a stubbornness that clung to their last breath.

At the summit of the solitary peak, several figures sat cross-legged on a simple altar made of rubble.

The leader was an "old man" wearing a tattered yellow robe.

The old man had white hair and beard, and his face was so haggard that he looked like he might collapse at any moment, but his back was straight.

He formed hand seals and chanted ancient incantations. Streams of pale golden power, imbued with a sacred aura, surged from his body and merged into the thin, almost invisible light shield above his head, barely protecting this space.

Beside him were also elderly men and women who looked equally aged.

Below the altar, more than a hundred people sat scattered about.

Most of them closed their eyes and regulated their breathing, but their breaths were weak, and many of them were shrouded in an aura of despair and death.

Further out, many people lay sprawled out, too weak to sit up. They stared blankly at the golden light shield that seemed poised to shatter at any moment, their eyes devoid of fear, only filled with numb waiting.

The whole world is filled with nothing but despair.

"That guy... he looks kind of familiar!"

The cheap donkey looked up and stared at the "old man" in the center, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, the donkey's eyes widened, and its voice changed: "Could it be that guy Huang Shaotian? No way!"

He darted to the top of the solitary peak and landed on the altar where Huang Shaotian was sitting.

"Old Huang?"

The cheap donkey glared at Huang Shaotian and couldn't help but ask a question.

The chanting of the incantation abruptly stopped.

On the altar, the gaunt old man raised his head with great difficulty.

His movements were slow, as if every inch of his neck required immense effort.

When his murky gaze finally focused on the cheap donkey, an unbelievable light suddenly burst forth from his eyes, which had been almost frozen by despair.

"A...a cheap donkey?!"

Huang Shaotian's voice was hoarse like a broken bellows. He tried to get up, but stumbled. If the cheap donkey hadn't stepped forward to support him in time, he would have almost fallen off the altar.

"Holy crap, it really is you!"

At this moment, the cheap donkey no longer cared about arguing with Huang Shaotian about the nickname "cheap donkey." He stared wide-eyed at Huang Shaotian in disbelief, "How did you get so old?"

Huang Shaotian, panting heavily and with tears streaming down his face, said, "You try staying in this godforsaken place for three years!"

Meanwhile, Ru Feng and his group had also reached the summit, and were clearly surprised when they saw Huang Shaotian.

“Niece Rufeng, this is your Uncle Huang Shaotian, who is also Lingfeng’s companion! He is similar to your Uncle Yan Jinghong and Uncle Jiang Xiaofan, but compared to divine beasts, his status is still far inferior.”

Even among Ling Feng's closest confidants, not many people knew about Huang Shaotian's existence.

After all, although Huang Shaotian was the former owner of the Eastern Emperor Bell, he was basically just a wisp of his soul left. He spent most of his time sleeping inside the bell, acting as a spirit of the bell.

Only a few spirit pets, such as the cheap donkey and the purple blade, were relatively aware of Huang Shaotian's existence.

"Uncle Huang."

Ru Feng strode forward and injected a wisp of pure chaotic power into Huang Shaotian's body, which slightly invigorated his spirit.

"Like the wind..."

Huang Shaotian raised his eyes and sized up Ru Feng. "You must be Ling Feng's daughter. Such pure Chaos Power, truly a tiger father begets a dog daughter!"

The next moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Wait a minute, how did you end up here? Weren't you still in the Immortal Realm?"

The cheap donkey sighed softly, "That's a long story!"

"Then forget it."

Huang Shaotian's eyes immediately searched through the crowd. "Where's Ling Feng? Why isn't that kid here? What happened to him these past few years? The inner world of the Eastern Emperor Bell has collapsed into this mess! Since you were able to get in, has that kid Ling Feng finally woken up?! Why doesn't he come to see me! Damn it, I've suffered so much these past few years!"

"He'll probably never see you again..."

The donkey sighed softly, and the excitement of seeing his old friend again vanished instantly, leaving him feeling heavy-hearted once more.

"why?"

Huang Shaotian's heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, a withered old woman nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, you damned black donkey, what do you mean by that?"

As soon as she spoke, Freya realized that the old woman was actually Long Ze Liyue! (End of Chapter)