Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Wait for me, Ninth Brother!"

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear subconsciously took a step forward, but when he saw the flowing star trails on the chessboard, the terrifying aura that resembled an abyss made him shudder, and he forcibly pulled his foot back.

He scratched his enormous bear head and chuckled awkwardly, "Third Brother, is it really appropriate for me to go into this chess game?"

Yuanxu Qiuniu lazily flicked his dragon tail and glanced at him: "Seventh brother, if you want to go in and join him, I won't stop you. However, my Yixing Chess Game tests one's mental state. Although you have opened up the Thunder Realm, if there are still flaws in your mental state, it is possible that you will die inside."

"Then... then forget it!"

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear quickly took two steps back and chuckled dryly, "I'll just cheer on Ninth Brother from here!"

As he spoke, Ling Feng's figure disappeared into the starlight vortex at the edge of the chessboard.

In an instant, the entire starry chessboard seemed to come alive, with countless stars beginning to slowly rotate along some mysterious trajectory. Each star emitted a hazy halo, intertwining with each other to form a vast and endless star map.

Ling Feng's figure had already disappeared.

"Third Brother, what's the deal with this chess game?"

"Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear asked curiously."

A profound light flashed in the enormous bull eyes of Yuanxu Qiuniu: "The Yixing Chess Game evolves into the cultivation path of those who enter the game. It strips away all external power, returning them to the origin of their cultivation. Only by breaking through all mental barriers and controlling power with one's true self can one truly touch the essence of the power of creation."

He paused, then continued, "To be honest, I was quite surprised that Ninth Brother was able to lead you through the Broken Boundary in such a short time."

Although Ling Feng and Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear fought a bloody battle for a full thousand Beast Sea Calendars in the Broken Realm.

However, for Yuanxu Qiuniu in the outside world, it was only a short Beast Sea calendar.

In other words, he had just received news that Ling Feng had defeated the Hurricane Devouring Python when Ling Feng arrived in his territory with the Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear.

"However, although Ninth Brother has successfully transformed the Creation Law into the Foundation of Creation, his state of mind is not yet perfect. Only if he can pass the Yi Xing Chess Game and reach the realm of God can he truly master the power of creation."

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear nodded as if he understood, then Yuanxu Qiuniu continued, "If you can't get through, then die inside. It's better to die by my hand than by the Star Hunter Clan."

"what?"

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear's eyelids twitched violently. "Third Brother, are you going to play this ruthlessly?"

"Hmph!"

Yuanxu Qiuniu yawned and didn't reply.

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear could only curse the old bull-headed man in his heart for his ruthlessness, while his eyes were fixed on the light screen that was gradually appearing in the center of the chessboard.

at the same time.

The moment Ling Feng stepped into the starlight vortex, he felt the power around him recede like a tide.

The primordial chaos that could shake the stars and the foundation that created the Thunder Realm vanished without a trace in an instant.

Even his Chaos Giant Ape form shrank rapidly, reverting to his original human appearance.

No, it's even more thorough than that.

He looked down at his hands—

These are the hands of a young boy; though there are thin calluses on his palms, they lack any sense of strength.

The true energy, magical power, and laws within his body—all traces of cultivation—seemed as if they had never existed.

He transformed back into the young doctor who had not yet embarked on the path of martial arts, traveling around with his grandfather to practice medicine.

"This is……"

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly as he looked around.

He was standing in a path paved with bluestone, flanked by towering, gray-blue stone walls covered with slippery moss, exuding a cold and damp atmosphere.

The sky above was cut into a narrow line by the high walls, gray and hazy, making it impossible to see the sun and moon.

This is a maze!

A colossal maze!

"Is everything going back to square one...?"

Ling Feng forced himself to calm down and felt the frail body beneath him.

They lacked divine thought and consciousness; even their five senses had degenerated to the level of ordinary people.

All he could hear was his own rapid breathing and the faint rustling sounds coming from afar.

"The chess game of the third hegemon is indeed not simple."

Ling Feng took a deep breath. Although he had entered the game voluntarily, if he really encountered an opponent like Yuan Xu Qiu Niu and was forced into the game, he probably wouldn't have any power to fight back.

They come, the security.

Since it's a test, then let's just get through it.

The next moment, he focused his mind, casting aside all distracting thoughts. Then he began to walk deeper into the passageway.

However, just as he had taken less than a hundred steps—

"Boom!"

The stone walls on both sides suddenly shook violently, and the road ahead began to twist and recombine amidst the rumbling sound. Countless new high walls rose from the ground, completely disrupting the original path.

Ling Feng retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding a sharp stone spike protruding from the ground.

Once the tremors subsided, the scene before us was completely different.

Three forks in the road appeared before us, each one deep and dark, its destination unknown.

"This maze can change?"

Ling Feng frowned slightly, his vigilance growing even stronger.

He chose the leftmost fork in the road and proceeded cautiously.

This passageway is narrower than before, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

Some blurry engravings began to appear on the walls on both sides, resembling some kind of ancient script, or perhaps meaningless scratches.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a corner appeared ahead.

Just as Ling Feng was about to turn, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from behind!
"call out!"

He instinctively dodged to the side, and a gleaming longsword grazed his neck, tearing up a few strands of hair.

"Who?"

Ling Feng quickly retreated several steps and stared intently.

A figure slowly emerged from around the corner.

Clad in grey robes and wielding a long sword, his face was sinister, and his eyes held a deep-seated hatred and murderous intent.

"Lin Canglang!"

Ling Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The person before me was none other than Lin Canglang, the former sect leader of the Wenxian Sect, who had long since died at his hands!

"You little bastard, you didn't expect to run into me here, did you?"

Lin Canglang grinned maliciously, his longsword gleaming with a chilling light. "I've been tormented day and night in hell, waiting for this day! I'll tear you to pieces to vent my hatred!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Canglang had already transformed into a gray afterimage, his long sword piercing straight into Ling Feng's heart!

Huayuanjing!
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. This was the first time he had encountered Lin Canglang, not the Ghost-Faced Demon Lord Lin Canglang he would later meet.

At this moment, he had not yet cultivated demonic arts, and his strength was probably at the early stage of the Transformation Realm.

Such a level of cultivation was originally nothing more than an ant that Ling Feng could crush with a single finger, but at this moment, Ling Feng was just a mortal with no cultivation at all!

"not good!"

Ling Feng rolled on the spot, dodging the sword in a sorry state. The blade grazed his shoulder, spraying blood.

A sharp pain shot through Ling Feng, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

This is not an illusion!
The wounds are real, the pain is real, and even the temperature and smell of the blood are so clear.

"You're just a mortal, trying to run? Do you think you can escape!"

Lin Canglang's swordplay was like a persistent boil, his attacks continuous and relentless, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

It was clearly a sword technique riddled with flaws, yet killing a mortal was far too easy for it.

Ling Feng could only rely on his agile reflexes to maneuver and dodge in the narrow passageway.

However, having completely lost all his cultivation, his body's reactions were far behind his consciousness. In just a few breaths, he had three sword wounds on his body, the deepest one on his left rib, where the bone was almost visible.

Clearly, Lin Canglang intended to torture Ling Feng to death! "Cough..."

Ling Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned against the wall, and stared intently at Lin Canglang, who was approaching step by step.

"You little bastard, what are you capable of?"

A hint of mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse, flashed in Lin Canglang's eyes. "Back then, you took everything from me. Did you ever imagine that it would end up in my hands today?"

He slowly raised his longsword, the tip aimed at Ling Feng's throat: "Don't worry, I won't let you die too easily. I'll make you wish you were dead! I'll slice off pieces of your flesh, one by one..."

The aura of death enveloped Ling Feng so vividly.

He could feel the coldness of the blood flowing from the wound, he could feel his strength rapidly draining away with the blood loss, and he could even feel life slowly leaving his body.

He suddenly realized that if he died in this game of chess...

He will die!
Really will die!

……

Outside the game of chess.

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear stared intently at the scene on the light screen.

When he saw Ling Feng being cornered by Lin Canglang, he became so anxious that he scratched his head and shouted at the chessboard, "Three Eyes! Remember me! You are the overlord of this sea of ​​giant beasts, a powerful figure who created the Chaos Realm, how could you possibly lose to such a tiny ant!"

"Remember your power! Your laws! Your foundation of creation!"

However, no matter how he shouted, Ling Feng in the chessboard did not respond.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Yuanxu Qiuniu yawned lazily, “The game of chess is like two different worlds. Your voice can’t get in, and his senses can’t get out. Everything depends on him.”

"But……"

"Seventh Brother, don't you understand?"

A profound glint flashed in Yuanxu Qiuniu's enormous pupils. "The power of creation is the power of immortal gods. The power of gods is not so easy to control! If one's mind is flawed, one cannot truly master this power. Instead, one will be devoured by this power and ultimately annihilate oneself, evolving into just another broken realm."

"The...the boundary of severance, is that how it came about?"

Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear's eyes widened; it was the first time he had ever learned the origin of the Severed Boundary.

Then Yuanxu Qiuniu continued, "My Yixing Chess Game strips away all external forces, allowing it to return to its origin. Only by breaking through all mental barriers can one truly make the foundation of creation one's own."

He looked at Ling Feng, who was moving forward again in the game, and said slowly, "If he can't get past this hurdle, then it means that his path is destined to end here."

The Thunder Emperor Tyrant Bear fell silent, its massive paws clenching tightly.

"Three-Eyed...you absolutely must make it through!"

……

"Am I going to die here...?"

A chilling, bone-deep sword light flashed before my eyes.

Lin Canglang's狰狞扭扭 (zhengning niu, meaning ferocious and twisted) face was like a demon crawling out of hell!

Do not!
no way!

In an instant, a terrifying glint suddenly flashed in Ling Feng's eyes.

"I, Ling Feng, have slain countless powerful enemies and overcome countless perilous situations along my path of cultivation! You, Lin Canglang, are nothing more than a stepping stone on my path of cultivation, a long-dead soul!"

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"

"Break it for me!"

An indescribable willpower erupted from the deepest part of Ling Feng's soul.

It was as if some shackles had been broken!

boom!
A faint wisp of true energy was born without warning in the previously empty dantian.

Immediately afterwards, this wisp of true energy spread like wildfire, instantly circulating throughout the entire body!
Condensing Qi, layer one, layer two, layer three... layer ten!
Open the meridians!
All meridians are connected!
Ling Feng's cultivation was recovering at an incredible speed.

This power originally belonged to him, and as his state of mind recovers, it will gradually return to him!

"what?!"

Lin Canglang's expression changed drastically, and he slashed down with his long sword without hesitation!
But this time——

"clang!"

A hand firmly grasped the blade.

Ling Feng raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

He exerted force with his right palm, and the fine steel longsword shattered inch by inch like glass!
"you……"

Lin Canglang was shocked and retreated, but Ling Feng was faster.

With a single step, his right palm, like a knife, pierced straight into Lin Canglang's heart!

"Pfft!"

The palm passed right through his body.

Lin Canglang looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief: "No...it's impossible...I clearly..."

"You are already dead."

Ling Feng withdrew his hand, and Lin Canglang's body began to dissipate like smoke. "The current you is nothing more than a lingering demon in my heart."

"Let's go."

As his voice fell, Lin Canglang completely transformed into specks of light and vanished into the air.

Ling Feng felt that his restored cultivation level had stabilized at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, just one step away from stepping into the Transformation Realm.

Not only that, a familiar longsword also quietly appeared in his hand.

All directions were annihilated.

Although the Ten Directions Annihilation at this moment is only the original heavenly weapon, not the evolved form it later became, the feeling of blood connection made Ling Feng feel very reassured.

"I see……"

Ling Feng gripped the sword hilt tightly, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.

"Is this game a way for me to walk the path of cultivation again, to break through my inner demons with my true self? Each time I defeat an illusion of an inner demon, I can regain a portion of my power."

He looked into the depths of the maze, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Since that's the case, then let's fight to the death!"

……

After killing Lin Canglang, they continued onward.

And then, in this vast maze, every time you turn a corner, you will encounter one "old friend" after another.

He encountered Yan Jinghong on a frosty side road.

That once arrogant genius, the opponent who drove him to the brink of despair with the Ice Emperor Dharma Form.

"Ling Feng, my defeated foe, it's time to crush you, you ant, to death!"

Yan Jinghong, amidst the frost, had reached the Divine Origin Realm.

At this moment, Ling Feng's cultivation had also recovered to the limit of the Hundred Meridians.

"Yan Jinghong..."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly. At this stage, Yan Jinghong was indeed acting arrogantly, wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Who could have imagined that Yan Jinghong would later become his companion?

Looking at that figure amidst the frost, it was as if I was instantly transported back to that time in the Tianbai Empire.

He slowly raised the Ten Directions Annihilation Staff, a flash of fighting spirit in his eyes, "You couldn't defeat me back then, and you can't now either!"

"How arrogant! Ice Emperor's Heaven-Sealing Finger—!"

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, Blazing Fire Across the Sky!"

In the clash of ice and fire, Yan Jinghong's figure vanished into nothingness amidst the raging flames.

Ling Feng's cultivation also broke through to the peak of the Transformation Realm. (End of Chapter)