Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

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

A desperate thought surfaced uncontrollably.

Memories flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

But just as his consciousness was about to completely sink into eternal nothingness—

The faint aura of the creator god within his body suddenly throbbed violently!
It was as if I had received some kind of powerful summons!

Ling Feng suddenly looked up, his blood-stained gaze piercing through the dense swarm of snow monsters and the rain of arrows, fixed on the distant mountain shadows.

That mountain is calling him!

It's as if it's saying: Come here! Come here!

"No...no...I can't fall here yet..."

Ling Feng let out a hoarse growl, and his three blood-red eyes emitted a final burst of light.

He ignored the arrows flying towards him and stopped drawing his own to retaliate.

With his last ounce of strength, he turned abruptly and sprinted towards the distant mountains!

Puff puff!
More arrows struck his back and thigh.

But he paid no heed, like a wounded beast, stumbling and falling through the ashes and snow, dragging his battered and arrow-studded body toward that one last glimmer of hope.

The Yetis let out sharp screechs and chased after them like a tidal wave.

The gray-white snowstorm, like billions of roaring beasts, raged beneath the shattered sky.

"Huh...huh..."

Ling Feng's breathing was heavy and labored, like a broken bellows, and his throat was filled with the taste of blood.

His vision blurred in all three pupils due to blood loss and excruciating pain, leaving him only able to stare intently ahead.

The mountain shadows swayed and twisted in my line of sight, seemingly close at hand, yet impossibly far away.

run!
run!
run!
"Roar!!!"

A sharp screech came from behind, and the distance seemed to be closing again.

Ling Feng could even feel the cold wind they stirred up as they ran, stinging the wounds on his back.

He gritted his teeth, squeezed out his last bit of strength, and lunged forward!
His body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily into a relatively low-lying area.

And at the very moment he landed—

The wind and snow suddenly stopped.

It's as if there's an invisible boundary dividing the world in two.

Behind them, the gray-white blizzard continued to roar, and the Yetis chased to the edge of the boundary, but all stopped in their tracks.

They stood in the wind and snow, their eerie blue "eyes" staring intently at Ling Feng through the swirling ashes, but they wouldn't take another step forward.

It was as if that invisible line was a forbidden zone they dared never cross.

Ling Feng lay on the ground, panting heavily. After a while, he managed to turn over and look behind him.

The group of Yetis lingered outside the boundary for a moment before slowly retreating and disappearing into the swirling snow.

"Got...saved?"

Ling Feng murmured, but felt no relief whatsoever; instead, a deeper sense of vigilance arose within him.

Places that can deter even the most ferocious yeti are probably even more dangerous.

He struggled to sit up and looked around.

This is a narrow mountain stream.

On both sides are steep rock walls covered with black moss, so high that their tops disappear into the dark gray fog above.

The water underfoot was black and above ankle-deep.

The mountain stream stretches forward, its destination unknown.

A strong, nauseating stench filled the air.

But Ling Feng couldn't care less about that now; at least for the moment, he had a chance to catch his breath.

He looked down at himself.

Countless arrows were still stuck in his body, and the blood from his wounds had frozen, mixing with black ice crystals to form grotesque scabs.

Every breath aggravated the wound, bringing excruciating pain.

After that fierce battle, at least 30% of the Creation Breath within my body was lost!
Moreover, it is disappearing at an incredibly exaggerated speed.

He was like a leaky container; with each breath, he became even weaker.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed an ice arrow stuck in his left shoulder, took a deep breath, and pulled it out with a jolt!
"laugh--"

The arrow left the body, bringing with it a small piece of frozen flesh.

"what!"

Ling Feng let out a low roar, then began frantically pulling out arrows.

Each time a branch is pulled out, it is a form of torture.

The excruciating pain made him tremble all over, and his vision blurred in waves, but he forced himself to stay awake.

When the last arrow was pulled out, Ling Feng was almost exhausted and collapsed in the ravine, panting heavily.

His body was covered with countless hideous wounds, and because the power of creation was sealed, his self-healing ability was almost negligible.

The only good news is that the rate at which the Breath of Creation is being lost has finally slowed down somewhat.

But at this rate, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for much longer.

If even the breath of creation completely dissipates, then...

Ling Feng dared not think about it.

He didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

He is so tired!

I'm so tired!

He leaned against the cold rock wall, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Exhaustion surges in like a tide, not only from the body but also from the soul.

During the time spent struggling in the Eternal Ruins, every moment was a struggle against the distortion of the environment, the erosion of the rules, and the threat of death.

The mental exhaustion is far more terrifying than physical fatigue.

"No... I can't sleep..."

Ling Feng tried to open his eyes wide, but his vision gradually blurred.

"Just...take a nap...just a little while..."

Consciousness sank into darkness.

……

An endless nightmare descends in an instant.

Ling Feng felt as if he were running on a burning glacier with a bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

Countless stars with eyes fell from the sky, crashing around him. Each star exploded upon impact, transforming into a twisted monster that lunged at him. He ran for his life, only to find that no matter how fast he ran, he was stuck in the same place.

Immediately afterwards, a huge, slimy tentacle emerged from the glacier crevice, wrapped around his waist, and dragged him toward the abyss.

He struggled and roared, but the tentacles tightened their grip, crushing every bone in his body...

The image is shattered and then reassembled.

Then, Ling Feng was trapped in a waterfall that was flowing backwards.

The water surged upwards, crashing against his body, trying to carry him high into the air before smashing him to pieces.

Countless familiar faces emerged from the water...

Mu Qianxue, Yu Bingqing, Rufeng, Jianlv, Huang Shaotian...

They stared at him expressionlessly, their lips moving but no sound escaping.

Then, their faces began to rot, turning into hideous grotesque demons that opened their blood-red mouths to bite him...

"what!"

Ling Feng exclaimed in surprise, and the scene changed again in the next moment.

This time, he found himself in a boundless desert. Suddenly, the sand collapsed, and he fell into a thick, dark liquid.

Liquid poured into his mouth and nose, flooding his lungs. He couldn't breathe and struggled to swim upwards, but the light above him grew ever more distant.

In the darkness, countless slippery tentacles coiled around him, burrowing into his ears, nostrils, mouth, and even penetrating his body through the pores of his skin. He felt something invading his body, devouring his consciousness…

"Do not!!!"

Ling Feng suddenly woke up from his nightmare, gasping for breath, his already cold body soaked in cold sweat.

But the next moment, he realized that everything that had just happened might not have been a dream!
He stared wide-eyed, trying to see everything around him clearly, but found only a thick, impenetrable darkness pressing down on his eyelids and chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

My body...I can't move at all!
He could feel that he was being entangled by something.

The thing was wrapped around his neck, arms, waist, and legs...

It felt cold and sticky to the touch, like pythons coiling around my body, one circle after another!
At this moment, it had already cut deep into his flesh, as if it had become one with his entire being.

Moreover, they are not static.

Ling Feng could clearly feel that the things wrapped around him were slowly and rhythmically wriggling and contracting.

This feeling was suffocating him!
"No!"

He roared, and his third pupil suddenly opened.

Only now did he finally "see" it clearly!
Countless dark purple, vine-like, eerie tentacles emerged from the black stream beneath him, densely wrapping around him from head to toe.

These tentacles, about the thickness of a forearm, were covered in mucus and tiny suckers. They were firmly attached to his skin, and some of the finer tips had even pierced his wounds and burrowed deep into his flesh!
Their target was none other than the primordial energy within him!

Right now, they are looting!

It's devouring!
Ling Feng could clearly feel that the primordial energy within his body was being frantically extracted by these strange tentacles.

Even more terrifying, a strange, chaotic consciousness, filled with greed and hunger, is trying to invade his mental sea through its tentacles that connect with him.

"Uh……"

Ling Feng tried to struggle, but found that all his muscles were stiff and numb, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Give up..."

Immediately afterwards, a murmur, like countless voices overlapping, resounded directly in his mind.

"To merge with me...to become me..."

"No! Who are you?!"

Ling Feng roared inwardly, desperately trying to maintain his clarity of mind.

“I am…the mountain stream…I am…the flowing water…I am…you…”

That consciousness was fragmented, filled with a twisted sense of pleasure, "Give me...everything...to me..."

As the breath of creation was plundered, Ling Feng felt a terrible change taking place in his body.

His skin began to turn ashen, revealing a rock-like texture.

His heartbeat slowed down, each beat heavy like a drumbeat, and gradually resonated strangely with the black water beneath his feet.

The beating of the heart, and the pulse of the earth.

The flow of blood, and the murmuring of a black stream.

The rhythm of breathing, undulating with the faint airflow in the mountain stream.

Everything is moving towards synchronization and assimilation.

Ling Feng realized with horror that the mountain stream was "assimil" him, turning him into a part of the stream.

"No...get out of here!"

Ling Feng tried to struggle, but he was completely unable to move.

He tried to expel the consciousness that had invaded his mind, but found that even his own mind was becoming chaotic.

All in vain.

His struggles were like a flying insect caught in a spider's web; the more it struggled, the tighter the web became.

His consciousness began to blur, and the chaotic babbling became clearer and clearer, almost overwhelming his own thoughts.

"Join us...become a part of the mountain stream..."

"Your memories...your emotions...your existence...will all become part of me..."

"I am...eternity..."

Ling Feng's gaze gradually became unfocused, and his will to resist was slowly worn down by the endless devouring and assimilation.

Perhaps, giving up like this is a kind of relief...

at this time--

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A dull tremor came from afar, clearly transmitted through the ground and the pool of water to Ling Feng's bound body.

The tremors were extremely heavy, and each step seemed to cause the entire mountain stream to tremble slightly.

Along with the vibrations came a heavy, slow breathing sound, as loud as thunder.

At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around Ling Feng suddenly froze!
The whispers that had invaded the sea of ​​the mind also came to an abrupt end.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of panic!

So much so that the mountain stream, which was just one step away from completely "assimilating" Ling Feng, suddenly stopped everything at this moment, leaving only deep fear.

fear!

Even fear!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The vibrations grew closer and louder.

The tentacles that were wrapped around Ling Feng began to tremble violently, showing a faint tendency to loosen.

This was clearly an opportunity for Ling Feng!
"Wow!"

Just then, the sound of splashing water rang out not far away, and an enormous black shadow staggered and crashed into the ravine.

With the help of the extremely faint light of day, Ling Feng could barely make out the outline of the person who had come.

That was a... giant.

His size was about three times that of Ling Feng's giant ape body, which wasn't too large.

However, it is still much higher than a typical star hunt.

It has no hair, a huge head, rough and distorted features, and a very large mouth that stretches almost to its ears, revealing jagged teeth that look like stone cones.

It was covered in simple, tattered clothing made of some kind of unknown animal hide.

The next moment, the giant stepped directly into the black water, and then stretched out his fan-like hands to grab several tentacles on the edge of the pool that had not yet fully retracted underwater.

"Pfft!"

With a loud bang, the giant used all its might, pulling the tentacles, which were thicker than its thighs, out of the underwater silt as if it were pulling up a radish!

A viscous, dark green liquid with a pungent, fishy odor spurted from the broken tentacle.

But the giant paid no attention to this, and simply brought the still writhing tentacles to its face before throwing them into its gaping maw.

"Crack! Crack! Glug..."

It began to chew and swallow frantically!

Sticky juice spilled from the corners of its mouth and dripped onto its chest, making a corrosive sizzling sound, but it didn't care at all, only making satisfied "ho ho" sounds.

The tentacles, instead of resisting, frantically contracted downwards into the black water.

At the same time, the tentacles that were wrapped around Ling Feng all disappeared into the dark water, leaving only ripples on the surface of the water.

They were so afraid of the giant that they even gave up Ling Feng, their prey that was practically in their mouths!
"Pfft!"

Losing the support of the tentacles, Ling Feng collapsed into the icy black water, splashing water everywhere.

The biting cold and the excruciating pain from his wounds made him groan, but at this moment he felt no joy at being freed from his restraints, only an even stronger, almost freezing fear in his blood!

Because he could sense that the giant chewing the tentacles, with his enormous, copper-bell-shaped eyes, was slowly, little by little...

The direction has changed.

Finally, the image settled on him...

My scalp tingled instantly! (End of Chapter)