Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"So, you really...aren't you going to reconsider?"

Jun Tian stared intently at Ling Feng. With his terrifying power, crushing Ling Feng would be no more difficult than squeezing an ant.

But at this moment, Jun Tian's eyes revealed a sense of vicissitude and weariness...

There was even a hint of pleading in it.

This plea made Ling Feng pause slightly.

Why would he be so eager for the "Ancestral God Technique"? Besides, he could have just attacked himself directly, right?

“Ling Feng…”

Jun Tian spoke again, but before he could finish speaking, his entire figure swayed without warning.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to flicker, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment.

It was like a holographic projection from a world of miracles suddenly losing its signal.

"How could this be..."

Jun Tian murmured softly, his body beginning to become transparent at a visible speed. The reflection in the surrounding Mirror Lake also trembled violently, and countless figures of Ling Feng twisted and shattered in the mirror image...

"Wilderness, how dare you—"

His voice was intermittent, as if it came from a great distance.

Before he finished speaking, Juntian's figure vanished completely, and the stone table, the stone bench, and the entire Mirror Lake world began to collapse.

Ling Feng felt the platform beneath his feet shake violently. He quickly steadied himself, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

what happened?

Why did the clan leader suddenly disappear?
Moreover, it seems that the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon is involved in this?

Just as Ling Feng was looking around blankly, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the void in front of him.

Unstable silver-gray lightning flickered at the edge of the crevice, as if some violent force was forcibly tearing open the barrier of this space.

The next moment, a figure in a gray robe rushed out from the gap and staggered onto the platform. It was none other than the Eighth Hunting Ancestor, Rongtian.

"Cough cough... Damn it, the clan leader's Wheel of Time is really defying the heavens! We almost couldn't get in!"

Rong Tian coughed a few times, his face pale, clearly indicating that breaking through this space-time had taken a lot of effort.

"A myna bird?!"

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward: "What, it's you?"

"That's me!"

Rong Tian let out a long breath, "I didn't expect the clan leader to be so powerful. Just the Time Mirror set up by one of his clones is so troublesome. If I hadn't had the Ancient Desolation cause some trouble for his main body beforehand, so that he wouldn't have had time to maintain this clone, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to get in here."

He spoke very quickly, clearly because time was of the essence.

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he murmured, "No wonder the clan leader's last words—"

"Alright, come with me now, there's no time to explain!"

Before Ling Feng could finish speaking, Rong Tian grabbed Ling Feng's wrist and turned to rush towards the slowly closing void rift.

"While the clan leader is tied up by the Ancient Desolation, this is our only chance! Let's head straight for the World Sea now!"

"Wait, Myna, what's going on? The clan leader, he..."

"We'll talk about it when we get there!"

Rong Tian interrupted Ling Feng, and the next moment, the two figures disappeared into the void rift.

At the last moment before entering the crevice, Ling Feng glanced back at what was behind him.

That vast and boundless world of Mirror Lake has now completely collapsed, turning into countless fragments that have dissipated into the void.

The "Lingfeng" figures in the mirror images also shattered and disappeared one by one, as if they had never existed.

Only the calm, mirror-like surface of the lake, before completely disappearing, reflected Ling Feng's last glance back.

Then, everything returned to nothingness.

……

The moment Ling Feng passed through the void rift, he felt dizzy and surrounded by endless darkness and chaotic streams of light.

I don't know how much time passed—

boom!
Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

Ling Feng found himself in a vast and boundless starry sky.

No, it's not the starry sky.

It was an "ocean".

An "ocean" that is boundless and unimaginably vast, composed of countless points of light.

Each point of light is a "world bubble".

Those world bubbles, varying in size and color, floated and shimmered in this ocean.

This is the world's ocean.

In the center of the World Ocean, a pillar of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, stands silently, as if piercing through the deepest part of the World Ocean and extending endlessly into the distance, connecting heaven and earth, boundless and endless.

The pillar of light was a pale silver-white color, with countless creation inscriptions flowing across its surface, exuding an ancient and majestic aura that seemed capable of suppressing everything.

Just by looking at it from afar, Ling Feng could feel his ancestral veins trembling slightly, as if they were worshipping that pillar of light.

That is the Pillar of Creation!

The sacred artifact of the Star Hunter Clan, a hub connecting countless worlds, and also Ling Feng's only bridge back to his original world.

"This...this is...the World Sea?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock.

Although I had seen the World Sea through the light screen condensed by the fusion of heaven before, witnessing it in person was a completely different experience.

Each world bubble is so tiny, but when they come together, they form an endless sea that stretches to the horizon.

The miraculous world that Ling Feng was looking for was merely a speck of dust in this endless ocean.

No wonder the Eighth Hunting Ancestor said that just finding his original world was already incredibly difficult.

"The feeling of facing the world's oceans directly must be breathtaking, right?"

Rong Tian's voice came from beside him. He was standing next to Ling Feng, also gazing at the distant Pillar of Creation, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, it's so amazing..."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, but a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

It turns out that I was just an insignificant creature born from a grain of sand.

"Look at those shadows again."

Rong Tian raised his hand and pointed to certain areas of the World Sea.

Ling Feng looked in the direction Rong Tian pointed and indeed saw faint shadows wriggling in some corners of the World Sea.

Those shadows had no fixed shape; sometimes they transformed into twisted tentacles, sometimes into ferocious maws, and sometimes they scattered into countless tiny black dots.

Wherever they pass, the surrounding world bubbles tremble violently, and the light on their surfaces dims.

“That is the form in which the annihilating power released by the Darkin of the Desolate Stars invades the World Sea.” Rong Tian said in a deep voice, “These Darkin of the Desolate Stars feed on the World Bubbles. The Pillars of Creation suppress the vast majority of the Darkin of the Desolate Stars, but there are always some that escape. The mission of the Shadow Hunting Group under my command is to clean up these escapees and maintain the balance of the World Sea.”

Ling Feng stared intently and indeed saw figures dressed in silver-gray armor moving about in some densely shadowed areas.

There weren't many of those figures, but each one possessed a powerful aura, indicating they were all experts who had condensed at least a million star veins.

They formed battle formations and fought against the shadows. Each exchange of blows unleashed terrifying shockwaves that shook the surrounding world bubble.

"Those must be the Shadow Hunting Group, right?"

"Yes, they are elites personally trained by the eldest brother (the First Hunting Ancestor Shi Tian)."

Rong Tian's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "Each of them is an elite among elites. If they hadn't fought so hard to wipe out those Darkborn of the Dead Stars, the number of World Bubbles that had been devoured in the World Sea would probably be a hundred times greater than it is now!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but show his admiration.

Perhaps, at some point, the world he lived in was also saved by these Shadow Hunters.

"Let's go, I'm going to take you somewhere. I originally wanted to give you some more time, at least until you broke through two or three ancestral veins, but time waits for no one. I didn't expect the clan leader to make a move so quickly."

Having said that, Rong Tian said no more and flew towards the depths of the World Sea with Ling Feng.

The two moved extremely fast, covering an unknown distance in the blink of an eye.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Rongtian finally stopped and landed on a huge floating island.

The floating islands are suspended above the world's oceans, from where the Pillars of Creation can be clearly seen.

As Ling Feng got closer to the Pillar of Creation, he could feel the wisp of divine creation energy within him stirring.

It was as if it were a calling, as if he should have come here long ago.

Just as Ling Feng was gazing absently at the Pillar of Creation, Rong Tian's voice rang out again.

"This floating island is the temporary base of our Starhunter clan in the World Sea."

Rong Tian explained, his voice echoing across the empty floating island: “There are many such outposts in the World Sea. Each outpost should be guarded by Shadow Hunters, monitoring the surrounding area. The fact that there are no Shadow Hunters in an outpost like this means that all the Shadow Hunters here are dead…”

Rong Tian's voice became somewhat heavy.

Ling Feng watched his retreating figure, looking at him with a strange sense of loneliness.

He seemed to vaguely understand why Rong Tian had done all this.

"Myna bird."

Ling Feng took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "That Juntian Clan Chief, what kind of person is he?"

Rong Tian glanced at Ling Feng, seemingly surprised that he would ask this question.

Why do you ask that?

"Because I feel that he doesn't seem like... a sinister or malicious person."

Ling Feng slowly said, recalling the scene in the Mirror Lake world: "With his abilities, killing me would have been as easy as turning his hand. But he didn't. Instead, he took out a treasure like 'Time Dew' for me to taste. He didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me."

He paused, then looked at Rongtian: "Eighth Brother, you said you want to put me on the throne, which means overthrowing the clan leader. But if the clan leader isn't a bad person, is it really necessary for us to do this? Perhaps we can explain things to him..."

Rong Tian fell silent.

He walked to the edge of the floating island and looked at the Pillar of Creation in the distance.

After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.

“Ling Feng, the reason I want you to become the clan leader does not mean that the current clan leader is a bad person.”

Rong Tian's voice was soft, yet carried an indescribable heaviness: "Clan Chief Jun Tian, ​​he is a qualified clan chief, and also a very good clan chief!"

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Back then, in order to rescue Nuwa, Emperor Xi chose to go to the Eternal Ruins. Many of the powerful members of Emperor Xi's clan also followed him into the Eternal Ruins. After that, they never came out again."

"It was around that time that the Darkborn of the Stars suddenly launched a premeditated rebellion, which resulted in the unfortunate death of the previous patriarch. This led to the current patriarch, Juntian, being appointed to the position in a time of crisis. It can be said that he has done everything that a patriarch of the Starhunter clan should do. I even think that even if Lord Xihuang had become the patriarch back then, he might not have been as dedicated as Juntian..."

Ling Feng was stunned, his eyes widening. "Then why..."

"Because he is too stubborn."

Rong Tian interrupted Ling Feng, turned around, and stared intently at Ling Feng: "Throughout countless Beast Sea eras, the Star Hunter Clan has followed the mission left by the Creator God, guarding the Pillar of Creation, clearing out the Dark Descendants of the Dead Stars, and maintaining the balance of the World Sea. This is correct, it is right, and it is great, but what is the price we have paid for this?"

Rong Tian clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "That was the sacrifice of countless clansmen, that was an endless battle to the death!"

Rong Tian was somewhat agitated, and his robes fluttered wildly as he unleashed his aura.

"The clan chief is too conservative. He is afraid to change things because he fears that change will bring disaster."

"But the World Sea is changing! The Darkin of the Dead Stars are becoming more and more active, the World Sea is becoming increasingly unstable, and the suppressive effect of the Pillars of Creation is weakening. If no changes are made, sooner or later the balance will be broken, and that will be the real catastrophe!"

He walked up to Ling Feng, placed his hands on Ling Feng's shoulders, and looked at him with burning eyes.

“Ling Feng, your appearance is an opportunity. You possess the aura of the Creator God, and now you are the adopted son of Emperor Xi. You have cultivated the complete ‘Ancestral God Technique’. You are the most likely person to refine the Pillar of Creation.”

"I hope you rise to power, not to overthrow anyone, but to bring another option to the Star Hunter race and the entire World Ocean!"

Do you understand?

Looking into Rong Tian's burning gaze, Ling Feng felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

He got it.

What Rong Tian wanted was not power or status, but a "possibility".

And you yourself are the "key" to unlock that possibility.

"Myna, I..."

Ling Feng was about to say something when Rong Tian suddenly released his grip, took two steps back, and revealed a maniacal smile on his face.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Ling Feng, it's up to you now."

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Tian suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ling Feng in the chest.

The palm strike wasn't heavy, but it carried a gentle pushing force, sending Ling Feng flying backward and directly out of the floating island's range.

"Myna, you..."

Ling Feng was shocked and tried to steady himself, but found that the space around him seemed to have frozen, and he could not move at all.

He looked down and saw that a huge whirlpool had appeared below the floating island at some unknown time.

At the center of the vortex, a pure white light flickered, the same light as that emanating from the Pillars of Creation, but purer and more powerful.

"Myna, what are you trying to do?!"

In an instant, Ling Feng was captured by the white light and completely unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as his body was swallowed up little by little by the vortex.

"Ling Feng, if you want to know my whole plan, come out of the Creation Realm first!"

Rong Tian's voice came from above, "Remember, the Creation Realm is a fragment of the Creation God's creation. Only within the Creation Realm can your Creation God's aura be strengthened! Only then will you have a greater chance to refine the Pillar of Creation!"

"But that's on the condition that you come back alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng's figure was completely swallowed up by the vortex.

next moment--

boom!!!!!!!!!
A dazzling, pure white beam of light shot into the sky from the center of the vortex, piercing the sky above the world's seas!

Wherever the beam of light passed, the world sea trembled violently, countless world bubbles shook wildly, and the light on their surfaces flickered erratically.

The wandering Darkborn of the dead let out mournful howls, and under the beam of light, they melted away like ice and snow, quickly dissipating.

In an instant, the entire Silent Land was startled by this pillar of light. (End of Chapter)