Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

On the shore of Zhuotianchi, starlight shines like water.

Ling Feng sat cross-legged by the pool, his eyes slightly closed, with a faint silver halo flowing around him.

The special ancestral vein within his body slowly circulated, absorbing the boundless primordial energy from the Heavenly Cleansing Pool, but its progress was extremely slow.

Nearly one Beast Sea Calendar has passed since he condensed his first Ancestral Vein. (PS: One Beast Sea Calendar equals twelve Beast Sea Calendars. Similarly, if a Beast Sea Calendar is roughly equivalent to one year, then a Beast Sea Calendar is roughly equivalent to one month.)
Since the beginning of this year, he has been cultivating the Ancestral God Technique almost day and night, attempting to open up a second ancestral vein.

No matter how hard he tried, the rudimentary form of the second ancestral vein remained elusive, as if an invisible barrier was blocking his progress.

"It's too difficult..."

Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in them.

His ancestral lineage is incredibly strong, beyond belief.

It took him most of his time just to stabilize the first ancestral vein. And the amount of primordial energy and comprehension required to open the second one is more than three times that of the first!
The Breath of Creation is relatively easy to obtain, but the insights gained from breakthroughs cannot be achieved simply by being impatient.

Otherwise, most of these old monsters at the level of the Ancestor Hunter wouldn't be stuck at the third or fourth meridian level, unable to make any progress.

"My octopus really thinks highly of me. It even said that a Beast Sea cultivator has reached the sixth meridian, which got me all excited. I thought I could just walk around like a madman right away..."

Ling Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

After this period of cultivation, the more he cultivated, the colder his heart became.

Myna bird, myna bird, don't drag me into your bragging!
On the other hand, Ya, who had been cultivating in the Heavenly Bathing Pool for a period of time and had received guidance and sparring from Ling Feng, had rapidly improved his strength, and the number of star veins in his body had also successfully broken through the threshold of 300,000.

Just as Ling Feng was feeling troubled and struggling to break through, a ripple suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhuotian Pool.

The next moment, a dark purple beam of light descended from the sky and landed by the pool, revealing a figure.

It was an old man dressed in a purple robe, with a withered face and deep-set eyes, but his eyes were bright and piercing, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He held a bone staff in his hand, its shaft covered with ancient and intricate inscriptions, exuding a solemn and awe-inspiring aura.

The moment the old man appeared, the temperature of the entire Zhuotianchi seemed to drop a few degrees.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted, and he immediately stood up, looking at the newcomer warily.

He could sense that the old man's aura was extremely powerful. Although he was not as powerful as the Hunting Ancestors such as Shi Tian and Rong Tian, ​​there was no doubt that he was also an existence who had condensed the ancestral vein.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Ling Feng asked in a deep voice, secretly activating his ancestral veins, ready to make a move at any moment.

"I, Youhe, have come here on the orders of the clan chief to deliver this summons."

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, like sandpaper scraping the ground: "You are the adopted son of Xi Huang, Ling Feng?"

"Forehead……"

Ling Feng's heart skipped a beat. Clan leader?

Damn it, things are going to get out of hand, aren't they? Myna, you're really going to get me killed!

Ultimately, the Eighth Hunting Ancestor's plan was to elevate Lingfeng to the position, and Juntian, as the clan leader, was his number one "rival."

Although he felt a little flustered, Ling Feng remained outwardly calm: "I wonder what brings the clan leader to see me?"

"How could I possibly fathom the thoughts of the clan leader?"

Elder Youhe said calmly, "You only need to come with me. As for the rest, you will naturally know when you arrive at the Holy Hunting Palace."

Before the words were finished, another ripple appeared above the Heavenly Washing Pool.

The figure of the Eighth Hunting Ancestor Rongtian instantly landed in front of Ling Feng, smiling as he looked at Elder Youhe.

"Oh, isn't this Elder Youhe? What brings you here?"

Rong Tian spoke casually, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

Elder Youhe is one of the top three strongest members of the elders' council directly under the clan leader. He has gathered three ancestral veins and is also one of the clan leader Juntian's confidants.

The elders within the council are all powerful individuals with ancestral lineages, but their strength is still insufficient to shake the eight great hunting ancestors.

While Elder Youhe's strength is not as great as Rongtian's, it is probably not much weaker than the sixth or seventh Hunting Ancestor.

However, he has been following the clan leader for many years and rarely leaves the Holy Hunting Palace. The fact that he has come to summon him in person shows how much the clan leader values ​​Ling Feng.

"Greetings to the Eighth Hunting Ancestor!"

Elder Youhe bowed slightly. As an elder of the Elder Council, he was slightly lower in status than the eight great hunting ancestors, but as a confidant of the clan leader, he did not need to be mindful of the hunting ancestors' opinions.

He spoke calmly, saying, "I have been ordered by the clan leader to summon Ling Feng, the adopted son of Emperor Xi, to the Holy Hunting Palace for a meeting."

"The clan leader wants to see this lad?"

Rong Tian frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "This is a good thing. It is his honor to be summoned by the clan leader. In that case, I will personally take him to the Holy Hunting Palace to pay his respects to the clan leader, and also report some matters to the clan leader."

"No need."

Elder Youhe shook his head, his tone still calm: "The clan leader only summoned Ling Feng. This is a trivial matter, no need for the Eighth Hunting Ancestor to make the trip himself. The clan leader instructed that Ling Feng should accompany me to the Holy Hunting Palace immediately, without delay!"

This was said very politely, but the meaning was very clear.

The clan leader only summoned Ling Feng; Rong Tian, ​​you shouldn't get involved.

"Ha ha……"

Although Rong Tian had been rebuffed, he still smiled and said, "Elder Youhe, Ling Feng is new here and not familiar with the Hengji Holy Temple. It would be good for me to accompany him and keep an eye on him. Besides, I also have some things to report to the clan leader..."

"The Eighth Hunting Ancestor".

Elder Youhe interrupted him, his voice still calm, yet carrying an undeniable authority: "My meaning is very clear. The clan leader has ordered that only Ling Feng be summoned. If you have something to report, you may submit a formal invitation separately. But today, please do not make things difficult for this old man!"

The atmosphere instantly became heavy.

Ling Feng could feel that the air between the two of them seemed to have frozen.

Although they were polite to each other on the surface, a kind of contest was taking place behind the scenes.

Rong Tian stared intently at Elder Youhe, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Elder Youhe remained expressionless, lightly tapping the ground with his bone staff, producing a soft "thump".

After a long while, Rong Tian slowly spoke, his voice low: "Since it is the clan leader's will, haha, then I will save myself the trouble of making a trip. However, Xi Huang may return at any time, so it would be best if the clan leader did not keep my sworn brother for too long."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Ling Feng and secretly transmitted his voice, "Boy, when you go to the Holy Hunting Palace, be sure to adapt to any situation. The clan leader's sudden summons must be about the Ancestral God Technique. Remember, no matter what he says or does, do not agree to anything easily. I will arrange everything."

Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine, but since he had already boarded the Eighth Hunting Ancestor's pirate ship, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue on.

"Then, Brother Lingfeng, you should go with Elder Youhe."

Rong Tian patted Ling Feng on the shoulder, his voice returning to normal: "It's your good fortune to be summoned by the clan leader. Make the most of this opportunity and don't be impolite."

"Yes, myna bird."

Ling Feng responded respectfully.

"The Eighth Hunter Ancestor!"

Just then, Ya, who had been standing at a distance, suddenly stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "I am the personal guard of Master Lingfeng, and it is my duty to accompany and protect him. I beg the Eighth Hunting Ancestor and Elder Youhe to allow me to accompany Master to the Holy Hunting Palace."

"Oh?"

Rong Tian's eyes lit up as he looked at Elder Youhe: "Elder Youhe, Ya is a personal guard I personally selected for Ling Feng. He is extremely loyal. Having him accompany him will provide him with protection. What do you think..."

Elder Youhe glanced at Ya. In his eyes, a mere Holy Guard who had not even condensed his ancestral vein was no different from an ant and naturally posed no threat whatsoever.

Moreover, since it was the Eighth Hunting Ancestor's request, he couldn't refuse him again and again.

"In that case, let's do it together."

Elder Youhe said calmly.

"Thank you, Elder Youhe!"

Ya was overjoyed and quickly got up to stand behind Ling Feng.

Ling Feng gently patted Ya's shoulder. This kid is quite righteous.

Although he couldn't offer much help, it was already quite commendable that he dared to step forward at this time.

"Alright, it's getting late, time to set off." Elder Youhe said no more, and with a wave of his bone staff, a dark purple portal appeared in front of him.

"Ling Feng, come with me."

After saying that, he took the lead and stepped into the portal.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, glanced back at Rong Tian, ​​and saw Rong Tian nod slightly before following him.

Cliff followed closely behind.

The three of them stepped into the portal one after another and disappeared.

Only Rongtian remained by the Heavenly Pool.

He stared in the direction where the portal had disappeared, his face ashen.

"Chieftain, have you sensed something? It seems we need to speed things up. Huang Gu, you should have finished making arrangements on your side by now..."

……

As you pass through the portal of light, the scene before you suddenly changes.

What came into view was an incredibly wide passageway.

The passage was flanked by towering walls made of some kind of translucent silver crystal, within which galaxies flowed and stars rose and fell, emanating vast fluctuations of laws.

The passageway floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the endless starry sky above.

Every hundred steps, there are two huge stone statues standing, each with a different shape and each exuding a terrifying pressure.

"This is the 'Starry Sky Corridor' leading to the Holy Hunting Palace."

Elder Youhe walked at the front, his voice hoarse as he introduced, "This corridor has a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, no matter who comes. And with each step, one will be baptized by different laws. If one cannot even finish walking through this Starry Sky Corridor, then naturally one is not qualified to enter the Holy Hunting Palace."

Ling Feng silently sensed it and indeed found that with each step he took, the surrounding laws underwent subtle changes.

Sometimes it's as hot as fire, sometimes as cold as snow, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, sometimes as light as the wind...

Walking through it, Ling Feng could feel his ancestral veins slowly circulating, seemingly adapting to the changes in those laws.

The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps mentioned by Elder Youhe meant a full nine thousand nine hundred and ninety transformations and baptisms. Ordinary people really couldn't step into that palace.

"What a magnificent starry sky corridor..."

Ling Feng was secretly alarmed.

The three of them walked on without saying a word.

Elder Youhe walked with a leisurely pace, as if strolling in a garden, clearly already accustomed to it.

Ling Feng followed closely behind, carefully sensing the changes in the surrounding laws.

Ya appeared to be struggling, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, not falling behind.

However, after walking nearly halfway, he suddenly felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Feng stepped forward to support Ya and said gently, "Brother Ya, then you can wait for me here."

Cliff looked guilty. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm really useless..."

"Alright, there's no need to say such things. It's already very kind of you to come with me."

He sat down beside the cliff, then turned to Elder Youhe and said calmly, "Senior, please continue leading the way."

Elder Youhe glanced at Ling Feng, nodded, and said nothing more.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a huge palace gate finally appeared in front of them.

"arrive."

Elder Youhe stopped and gently tapped the ground with his bone staff.

"Om-"

The giant gate slowly opened, revealing what appeared to be a chaotic void inside, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Go in, the clan chief is waiting for you inside."

Elder Youhe stepped aside, gesturing for Ling Feng to go inside.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The next moment, the world began to spin.

"I rely on..."

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Ling Feng finally stood up again, his brain seemed to have been shaken clean.

Fortunately, his physical condition was extraordinary enough that he quickly adapted. Looking around, he found himself in a very strange space.

This is a boundless expanse of water, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the equally boundless "sky" above.

All around, in all directions, is a mirror-like scene, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and reflection.

Ling Feng looked down and could see his own reflection "below".

Looking up, you can also see your own reflection "above".

Looking left, looking right, looking forward, looking back... all I see are my own reflections.

Countless "Ling Fengs" silently watch him in countless mirrors.

This feeling was strange and shocking, leaving Ling Feng momentarily disoriented, unsure of where he was or even which version of himself was truly himself.

Just then, a soft murmur suddenly rang in my ears.

The sound was clear and melodious, like heavenly music or the tolling of an ancient bell, piercing through all the illusions and reaching the depths of the soul.

Ling Feng trembled, and the confusion in his eyes vanished instantly.

He looked closely and saw that a small platform had appeared in front of him at some point.

The platform floats in the center of the water and is carved entirely from white jade. On the platform, there is a simple stone table and two stone stools.

A person was sitting at the stone table.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties. He was wearing a simple gray robe, his long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, his face was gentle and refined, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

He sat there, seemingly integrated with the entire space, both right in front of him and yet seemingly far away.

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he guessed that the man in front of him was probably Jun Tian, ​​the current patriarch of the Star Hunting Clan.

This is also the person that the myna bird wants to push out of power.

Ling Feng felt a sudden wave of unease for no apparent reason, but he still straightened his back and tried his best not to show any fear.

"You've arrived?"

Jun Tian smiled slightly, his voice gentle yet carrying an indescribable air of authority: "Sit."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and the next moment, he was already on the platform, sitting on the stone bench opposite Jun Tian.

And in the same spot, a faint afterimage of himself still lingered, wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly, trapped in that endless mirror imagery.

No, that doesn't seem to be an afterimage, it's...

Me a moment ago?
Ling Feng was horrified.

He didn't sense any spatial fluctuations or any pulling force; he simply appeared here out of thin air.

It seems to have been extracted from some unknown time and space.

It's as if the reason I am who I am at this moment is because the other person chose me at this moment.

At that moment, at that time, unless chosen by him, one could never get close to Juntian, or even sense Juntian's presence.

What incredible power!
So, is Juntian's creation law related to time?
Ling Feng swallowed hard. The person in front of him was probably no less accomplished than his godfather.

Of course, Ling Feng had only seen Xi in her sealed state in the Eternal Ruins, so he couldn't make a true comparison.

But Ling Feng was certain that for Jun Tian now, crushing him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant. (End of Chapter)