Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Is that really the case?

Although Ya changed the subject, Ling Feng, being intelligent, naturally saw through the clues.

Why did that mysterious and powerful Eighth Hunting Ancestor specifically instruct Cliff to bring him to the Eternal Ruins?
Was it merely to execute himself?
With the strength of the Eighth Hunting Ancestor, killing him would be as easy as turning one's hand, so why bother?
Or……

What is it that the Eighth Hunting Ancestor cares about in the Eternal Ruins?

Or perhaps, he wants to gain something from himself through the Void Realm?
Ling Feng couldn't understand it.

But what's done is done, and there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

He took one last look in the direction he had come from, and he could almost feel that in that endless, distant place, someone he cared about was waiting for him.

I will be back!
They will definitely come back!
wait for me!

Ling Feng muttered to himself, then took a deep breath and looked up, his gaze now incredibly resolute and determined.

"Then, come on!"

Ya Ning glanced at Ling Feng, then said nothing more and pointed at the dark gray fog wall.

hum-

The fog wall slowly parted, revealing a passage just wide enough for one person to pass through.

The passage was pitch black inside, with no end in sight, only an endless chill and chaotic aura emanating from it.

"go in."

Cliff's voice echoed at the entrance of the passage, "Pass through this passage, and you'll reach the Eternal Ruins. Good luck, although—"

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Good luck is probably of little use in the Eternal Ruins."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and the power of chaos flowed slowly within his body, adjusting his state to its optimal level.

Then, he stepped into the darkness.

The figure was instantly swallowed by darkness.

The fog wall slowly closed behind him, eventually returning to its original state, as if no one had ever entered.

Cliff stood still, gazing at the newly closed wall of mist, his deep blue eyes gleaming, lost in thought.

"team leader."

Yan leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Was it really the Eighth Hunting Ancestor who sent this kid into the Eternal Ruins Realm? Wouldn't it be simpler to just kill him?"

Ya shook his head: "How could you or I possibly fathom the thoughts of Lord Shouzu? Just do as he says."

"But……"

Yan scratched his head. "What if that kid actually makes it through? You swore on your very heart that you would take him to the Holy Pillar."

"Break through?"

Hong sneered, "Yan, what nonsense are you spouting? Don't even mention he's just an outsider. Even our clan's most brilliant geniuses would face certain death if they entered the Eternal Ruins. How could he possibly come out alive? Unless, he is the creator god!"

"Ha ha……"

For a moment, the Star Hunter Clan's Holy Guard members behind him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

How could that three-eyed ape be the creator god?
After a moment of silence, Ya slowly said, "He can't get out. The Eternal Ruins... no one has ever truly 'passed through' it. He can't either."

He turned and flew back the way he came.

"Let's go back and report. As for him... let him remain in the Ruins forever."

The group quickly left, and the empty corridor returned to its deathly silence.

Only that dark gray wall of mist continued to slowly rotate, like an entrance to hell.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the fog wall.

The moment Ling Feng stepped into the wall of mist, everything went black before his eyes, followed by a dizzying, weightless sensation.

The next moment, it felt as if countless hands were pulling at his soul, trying to tear him apart and scatter him into the endless void.

"Om-"

A sharp ringing sounded in my ears, and countless shattered spots of light exploded before my eyes.

The spots of light twisted and swirled, transforming into a series of absurd and bizarre images: burning glaciers, waterfalls flowing backwards, stars with eyes...

These images flashed by, yet they were deeply imprinted in the depths of consciousness, bringing a sense of near-mad disorientation.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe it was just a moment, but the feeling of falling suddenly stopped.

Ling Feng crashed heavily onto the "ground".

No, that cannot be called the ground.

It feels as hard as iron and is icy cold to the touch, but visually it presents a constantly flowing dark red "swamp".

Bubbles rose from the surface of the swamp, bursting with a whimpering sound like a baby crying. But as he tried to stand up, the "swamp" beneath his feet instantly solidified into sharp black crystals, nearly piercing his soles.

Ling Feng staggered to his feet, his three blood-red eyes scanning his surroundings warily.

Then, he froze.

What he saw before him was completely beyond his understanding of the "world".

At first glance, the edge of the desert suddenly rises vertically, turning into a sand wall as towering as a mountain.

On top of the sand wall, a dense forest grows. Strangely, the trees in the forest grow upside down, with their roots pointing upwards and their canopies digging into the "ground".

At the edge of the forest, a river appeared out of nowhere. Instead of flowing downstream, the river rose upwards along a spiral path, eventually disappearing into a burning cloud overhead.

The entire sky seemed to be pieced together from countless fragments, some of which presented a deep starry sky, others a blazing ocean of lava, and still others even reflected a landscape of mountains and rivers.

These fragments were pieced together, with dark purple light flowing at the seams, like the world's wounds bleeding.

"Is this... the Eternal Ruins?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself, his voice distorted as it traveled through the warped space, sounding as if many people were whispering at the same time.

This is a world that defies all logic.

Or rather, no matter what happens, it all seems to be within the realm of "reasonableness".

He even felt that the whole world was sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, and that his own body, and even his entire spiritual sea, seemed to be constantly twisting.

He seemed to be suspended, or floating, sometimes feeling like he was drifting in the sea, sometimes like he was in lava...

This strange feeling caused him to become somewhat mentally unstable.

I even felt an urge to vomit.

No wonder those who emerge from the Eternal Ruins either commit suicide or become idiots.

If this situation continues, I'm afraid even Ling Feng won't be able to tolerate it.

"Looks like I need to isolate myself from this awful place!"

He took a deep breath and tried to mobilize the chaotic creative power within his body.

Let's open the Chaos Realm first!

No matter how strange this world is, one can still place oneself within the world domain unfolded by the Chaos Realm.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Disappeared!
He was no longer able to sense the laws of creation within himself.

Without the laws of creation, the creation of the chaotic world would naturally be impossible.

Even the slightest trace of the power of creation has completely disappeared.

Now he really is just a "miscellaneous monkey" who's only a bit bigger!

Cold sweat instantly soaked Ling Feng's back.

He finally understood why even the strongest members of the Star Hunter clan faced certain death upon entering the Eternal Ruins Realm.

Here, the laws of creation seem to have been forcibly stripped away.

Without the laws of creation, creation cannot be opened. For powerhouses of their level, losing creation is like a tiger with its claws and teeth pulled out, and their strength will drop by at least 90%!

And what's even worse is...

He could clearly feel that, within this space-time, the primordial energy within his body was slowly but irreversibly draining away.

The breath of creation is the very foundation upon which his colossal beast form is built.

When he awoke from the sea of ​​giant beasts, he was merely a tiny speck of soul light.

It was through constantly devouring the primordial energy of other beast spirits that he gradually grew to where he is today, ultimately opening up the Chaos Realm and controlling the power of primordial creation. The primordial energy is his origin, his foundation, and the source of all his power.

But now, this place is slowly eroding his life force.

In other words, the longer he stays in this place, the more he will "degenerate".

Once the primordial energy within him is completely drained, he will even regress back to that tiny speck of light.

"Damn it!"

Ling Feng felt a little panicked.

If things get to that point, all my efforts over such a long period of time will have been in vain.

Moreover, this time, he probably won't have a chance to start over!

"We must, we must leave here as soon as possible."

Ling Feng forced himself to calm down.

He began to piece together the limited information he had gathered about the Eternal Ruins from Cliff and the Star Hunters.

This is the execution ground of the Star Hunter clan, naturally fraught with danger.

But since someone has come out, it means that there is an "exit" in this place.

However, the exit...

where is it?
He looked around at this twisted, broken, and bizarre land, where there was absolutely no sense of direction.

The sky is broken, the earth is distorted, and even space itself is constantly changing.

Here, the concept of "direction" has probably become obsolete.

Ling Feng tried to sense the aura of the Creator God within his body.

Thankfully, it's still there.

This made Ling Feng breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes and immersed his entire being in that wisp of divine creation.

The entire Star Hunter clan, or rather, the entire Eternal Silence Temple, has countless connections with the God of Creation.

Since the temple itself belongs to the creator god, perhaps this wisp of divine energy that originally belonged to the creator god can guide me in the right direction.

Soon, Ling Feng received some feedback.

The breath of the creator god was indeed guiding me to a certain location!

The next moment, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance in that direction.

At the edge of my vision, there was a blurry, distorted expanse of light and shadow.

In that play of light and shadow, he seemed to see a... mountain.

A towering mountain, like a pillar of heaven.

The wisp of primordial divine energy within Ling Feng's body trembled slightly as he "looked" at the mountain.

It was as if it were echoing something.

"Is it...that direction?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation and unease, and strode towards the black mountain.

Since the Creator God has provided guidance, it's much better than wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly.

go ahead!

Keep moving forward!
There seems to be no time scale here.

It may have been several hours, or it may have been several days, or even several months.

Ling Feng had no way of knowing.

All he knew was that his lips were cracked, his throat felt like it was on fire, and his strength was being rapidly depleted.

The rate at which the Breath of Creation is lost appears to be related to the severity of environmental changes.

As the temperature fluctuations in this environment become more frequent, his creative energy dissipates faster.

Gradually, hunger, thirst, exhaustion, cold, burning sensations, and the weakness brought on by the loss of the breath of creation...

All sorts of negative states, like maggots clinging to his bones, constantly eroded his body and will, threatening to completely overwhelm him.

What made him even more desperate was...

Every time he felt he was getting closer to that mountain, it seemed as if the mountain had grown legs and moved further away from him.

It seemed like an end that could never be reached.

He mustered his courage again and again to set off, only to be met with despair and mockery time and time again!
He had countless times collapsed to the ground, numb, waiting to die.

But whenever he wanted to give up, he would think of his family and companions who had supported him all the way here!
"No! I can't fall down yet..."

Ling Feng gasped for breath, using his last remaining willpower to propel his numb legs.

"We've come this far, we're just one step away!"

He walked mechanically, his three bloodshot eyes filled with bloodshot veins from exhaustion and pain.

His will was teetering on the brink of collapse.

But he persevered in the end!

"Come on, even if you fool me a thousand times, ten thousand times, a million times!"

He stared at the massive mountain peak and pressed on!
Keep going!

until a certain moment.

As he climbed over a low hill made up of countless sharp crystals, he suddenly stopped.

That mountain ahead...

It seems to be getting clearer!
Before, no matter how I looked at it, it was just a blurry outline.

But now, he seems to have seen some things more clearly!
The mountain as a whole presents a dark bluish-gray color, like black iron that has been dormant for hundreds of millions of years.

The mountain is steep, almost perpendicular to the ground, and its surface is covered with crisscrossing cracks, from which faint light shines through.

"It's there! It's there! Hahaha! It's there!"

Ling Feng burst into maniacal laughter; probably no one could understand why his emotions had suddenly erupted at that moment.

He was like a fish about to drown in an ocean of despair, who suddenly smelled the scent of hope again!
He laughed loudly, pounded his feet and beat his chest, tears streaming down his face!
for a long time!

for a long time!

As he gradually calmed down, his gaze became resolute once again.

"At least, we're heading in the right direction!"

He clenched his fists and strode forward again.

I don't know how much time passed, but the surrounding environment began to become monotonous.

The sky turned leaden gray, so heavy it seemed to press down on us.

Immediately afterwards, fine, ashy "snow" began to fall.

It wasn't real snow, but a grayish-white powder carrying the scent of death, which stung and numbed the skin when it landed on it.

The temperature began to drop sharply the next moment.

The cold wind began to howl, swirling up the ashes on the ground and forming gray-white whirlwinds.

The wind carried a mournful wail, like the weeping of countless departed souls.

Ling Feng had no choice but to curl up, cross his arms to protect his chest, and struggle forward against the wind.

Every step requires tremendous effort.

The "ash snow" stuck to his hair and skin, quickly solidifying into a hard ice shell, which was then shattered by his body temperature and movements, in a continuous cycle.

His speed began to slow down.

But the outline of the distant mountains gradually became clearer in the field of vision.

This also helped Ling Feng set his sights on his goal and keep moving forward.

Little did they know, a crisis was quietly approaching. (End of Chapter)