Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Above the floating island, the air was as still as iron.

Juntian's gaze shifted back and forth between the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon and Rongtian, finally settling on the completely closed entrance to the Creation Realm.

The beam of light shone on his face, its brightness shifting like the turmoil in his heart.

"Don't I...don't I want to change all of this?"

Jun Tian's voice was soft, but it carried a hoarse quality, as if he had been driven to the brink of despair.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over each of the Hunting Ancestors, a bitter expression on his face.

"I am the clan leader. The survival of the entire Starhunter clan rests on my shoulders, and I cannot afford the slightest mistake!"

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms: "Huang Gu, do you think I haven't tried to find another path? But I don't even have the right to do so."

"So, clan leader, is this why you want to obtain the complete 'Ancestral God Technique' from Ling Feng?"

Rong Tian stared intently at Jun Tian, ​​gritting his teeth as he said, "You want to bear everything alone, you want to condense the divine breath of creation to strengthen the seal of the Pillar of Creation, is that it!"

"Chieftain!"

"Chieftain, you!"

For a moment, the seven hunting ancestors all looked at Juntian, never expecting that their patriarch, Juntian, would go to such lengths.

Jun Tian's earlier statement that he was willing to return the position of clan leader to Xi Huang was not a lie.

In fact, only if Xi Huang could return could he more confidently implement his plans.

He knew very well that Xi Huang would be able to see through his plan, so he could only try every means to obtain the complete "Ancestral God Technique" from Ling Feng.

Jun Tian smiled bitterly, "The moment I created the Wheel of Time, I knew that my power was the only law of creation capable of reinforcing the seal of the Pillars of Creation. All I need is to condense the eighth ancestral vein! And I'm just one step away!"

"No, you're wrong. You're not the only answer."

In the ancient ancestral spirit dragon's dark golden eyes, there was a kind of compassion that seemed to see through the vicissitudes of time: "Jun Tian, ​​Ling Feng is a better choice than you. Even if you give up everything, you can only gain stability in the World Sea for a period of time. But Ling Feng can completely change all of this."

He pointed to the entrance to the Spirit Realm of Creation and said in a deep voice, "What he possesses is a wisp of divine breath from the God of Creation. Only he can gain the recognition of the portion of the God of Creation's power sealed within the Spirit Realm of Creation. He can refine the Pillar of Creation and use its power to completely wipe out the Dark Descendants of the Death Star."

"This is only a possibility!"

Jun Tian practically roared, "What if he can't do it? What if he fails? What if the Creation Realm collapses, the Pillar of Creation is damaged, and the seal breaks down prematurely? Who will bear the consequences? You? You are the first innate beast spirit created by the God of Creation, so of course you are not afraid of any of this. But how can our Star Hunter clan escape this calamity?"

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon fell silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, "Then let's take a gamble."

"bet?"

"Yes, let's take a gamble."

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon stared directly at the heavens: "If Ling Feng can return alive from the Creation Realm within three Beast Seas and condense at least five Ancestral Veins, it will prove that he is indeed the destined one who can end all of this, and it will also prove that he has the qualifications and potential to refine the Pillar of Creation."

"At that time, I will ask you, in the name of the clan leader, to lead the entire Star Hunter clan and fully assist Ling Feng in refining the Pillar of Creation and ending the calamity of the Dark Descendants of the Dead Star."

"What if he fails?"

Jun Tian asked in a deep voice.

"If Ling Feng fails and dies in the Creation Realm, or if the three Beast Sea Stars are unable to return, or if they return without having condensed the five ancestral veins..."

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon paused, then said, word by word, "I will seal myself within the World Sea, never to emerge again, and dedicate myself to maintaining the stability of the Pillars of Creation, ensuring that this situation does not worsen further. With my power, I believe I am better able to stabilize the seal on the Pillars of Creation than you are."

"Are you crazy?!"

Jun Tian's pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "Even if you were to maintain the Pillar of Creation with all your might, you could probably only maintain it for a maximum of ten thousand Beast Sea Calendars."

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon was the first innate beast spirit created by the God of Creation, and it also has the most primitive connection with the Pillars of Creation.

If he were to burn his source, he could indeed greatly enhance the stability of the Pillar of Creation, but the price would be the complete depletion of his source and the annihilation of his soul and spirit.

"Since I was the one who brought this up, and something went wrong, someone has to step up and take responsibility!"

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon smiled, a smile that carried a carefree air of having seen through life and death: "I have lived for far too long. I do not understand why my master (the God of Creation) left back then, but if I could make a similar choice to him, perhaps for a moment I would understand his state of mind back then."

"Of course, I don't think I'll lose either! I have high hopes for that kid; he'll get back the power of the Creator God!"

He looked at Juntian, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Juntian, if you lose, I hope you can accept the consequences. Once Lingfeng returns after his advancement, you must fully support him and not stand in his way in any way."

Jun Tian fell silent.

He stared intently at the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, as if trying to see through its golden eyes to understand what this ancient being, who had lived for countless eons, was planning.

But the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's eyes were open and calm, without the slightest hint of evasion.

After a long while, Juntian slowly turned his head and looked at the seven hunting ancestors present.

"What...what did you say?"

This matter concerns the fate of the entire Star Hunter clan, so he decided to hand over the right to choose to these Star Hunter Ancestors.

The seven hunting ancestors looked at each other, their expressions varied.

The Second Hunting Ancestor, Cangtian, was the first to speak.

The usually hot-tempered Hunter Ancestor was unusually calm at this moment: "Chieftain, to be honest, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of having to count how many Shadow Hunters have died every now and then; I'm tired of watching those young faces, full of passion, step onto the World Sea, and then turn into cold corpses; I'm tired of this never-ending war."

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"If that Ling Feng can really bring about change, I'm willing to take the gamble. Even if I lose, I'll risk my life and have a good, satisfying fight!"

"I agree."

The Seventh Hunter Ancestor, Yu Tian, ​​gritted his teeth and said, "The Shadow Hunting Corps has lost far too many members. Every time I see the unwilling look in those children's eyes before they die, I feel... that we, as elders, have failed. If there is a new path, no matter how dangerous it is, I am willing to take it."

"I think we should be cautious."

The Fourth Hunting Ancestor, Yitian, said coldly, his body surrounded by surging black mist, "The Creation Realm is the foundation of the World Sea. That Ling Feng only has one ancestral vein after all! In my opinion, his chances of failure are probably over 70%!"

"I also object."

The Fifth Hunting Ancestor, You Tian, ​​spoke slowly, his voice soft and sinister: "Senior Huang Gu's plan is still too radical. Refining the Pillar of Creation? It's easy to say. That's a divine artifact left behind by the God of Creation; how could it be refined so easily?"

"Even if he truly possesses this talent, during the refining process, will those Darkborn of the Destroyed Stars simply sit idly by and wait to die? If the situation gets out of control, the entire World Ocean will be completely corrupted by the power of annihilation!"

"I……"

Sixth Hunter Ancestor Yao Tian took a deep breath and after a long while, he slowly said, "I have met Ling Feng. Although that kid is young, he is resolute and has extraordinary talent. More importantly, I actually saw through the things I used to be obsessed with in him. It was he who helped me reach a higher level of understanding."

He paused, then smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, this kid has given me a lot of trouble. I even wanted to tear him to pieces at one point. But now, haha, I've actually started to like him a little. He really is a guy who can create miracles, so I believe in him."

"I..." The Third Hunting Ancestor Haotian remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head. "I object. There's no particular reason, and I can't make a decision either, so..."

His gaze fell upon Shi Tian, ​​the First Hunting Ancestor.

If he objects, then the votes are now three in favor and three against. (PS: Rong Tian does not participate in the vote.)

Ultimately, it all comes down to Shi Tian's vote.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Shi Tian.

As the head of the eight great hunting ancestors and the second strongest member of the Star Hunting Clan after the clan leader, it was indeed most appropriate for him to cast the final vote.

At this moment, Shi Tian's brows were furrowed, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"If I had known, I would have been better off voting first..." He shook his head and smiled bitterly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Rong Tian.

Rong Tian looked at him, his eyes filled with openness and a hint of pleading.

"Big brother..."

Rong Tian spoke in a low voice, but didn't know what to say.

Shi Tian did not respond, but slowly turned around and looked into the depths of the World Sea.

There, his Shadowhunters are still locked in a fierce battle with the shadows of the Darkin.

He could see in the distance a young Shadow Hunter, rushing alone into a thick darkness to cover his companions' retreat, only to be entangled by countless tentacles, torn apart, and vanished as starlight.

Before dying, the Shadow Hunter didn't even let out a scream. He just stared intently at the distant Pillar of Creation, his eyes filled with resentment.

Shi Tian had seen that look in her eyes far, far too many times.

So much that it numbed him, so much that it drove him to despair.

"How many more of our people...will die?"

Shi Tian murmured to himself, his voice carrying a deep weariness.

"Their blood stained the world's seas red. Their souls wailed in the long river of time."

"But the war continues! The sacrifices continue! The despair continues!"

He slowly turned around and looked at Juntian, his eyes filled with determination. "Clan leader, I agree to the bet made by Senior Huanggu."

"Big brother!"

Both Tian and You Tian exclaimed in surprise.

Shi Tian raised his hand to stop them and said in a deep voice:
“I don’t believe in Ling Feng, nor do I believe in the Ancient Desolation Elder… The Star Hunting Clan shouldn’t be trapped in this dead end forever.”

"If there is a way, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, that can lead my people to end all of this, then I am willing to risk everything to fight for that one in ten thousand chance."

"so……"

He knelt on one knee, bowing to the heavens, his voice resounding:
"Clan leader, please fulfill the bet with Lord Huang Gu!"

Seeing this, the other members of the Hunting Clan also bowed to Jun Tianxia and said in unison, "Please make the decision, Clan Chief!"

Jun Tian looked at the kneeling Shou Zu and clenched his fists.

"Never mind..."

After a long while, Juntian finally let out a long breath, as if he had unloaded a tremendous burden.

He looked at the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon and slowly extended his right hand, "Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, I'll take your bet."

"it is good!"

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, and it also extended its right hand.

Their palms collided in mid-air, and in an instant, two completely different beams of light burst forth from their bodies.

Jun Tian was surrounded by a dazzling silver radiance, which was the manifestation of the time law condensed to its extreme. Within the radiance, countless phantoms of the river of time flowed, the past, present, and future intertwined to form a vast scroll of time and space.

On the body of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon was an ancient golden divine radiance, which was the most primordial beast spirit power at the beginning of creation. Within the divine radiance, the roar of ten thousand beasts appeared, and the scene of the beginning of heaven and earth, with chaos clearly defined, emerged.

Silver light and golden radiance intertwined and merged in the air, eventually transforming into a strange rune that was half silver and half gold.

The runes were ancient and mysterious, as if they carried the most fundamental power of the covenant between heaven and earth.

It slowly rotated, emanating a powerful aura that made all the hunters present tremble.

"In the name of Juntian, I hereby establish this contract—"

Jun Tian spoke in a deep voice, his words echoing throughout the World Sea: "If Ling Feng returns from the Creation Realm within three Beast Sea Stars and condenses more than five ancestral veins, I, as the Star Hunting Clan Chief, shall lead the entire clan to assist the Ancient Desolate in completing its plan, refining the Pillar of Creation, and ending the calamity of the Dark Descendants of the Dead Star. If I disobey, the Wheel of Time will shatter, and my soul and spirit will perish!"

"In the name of my ancient past, I hereby establish this covenant—"

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon also spoke, its voice vast and ancient: "If Ling Feng fails and perishes in the Creation Realm, or fails to return by the appointed time, or returns with fewer than five ancestral veins, I shall burn my origin to stabilize the Pillar of Creation, seal myself in the World Sea, and never emerge again. If I disobey, my beast spirit will disintegrate and my true spirit will be annihilated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-silver, half-gold runes suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, splitting into two streams of light that entered the brows of Juntian and the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon respectively.

The contract is established.

Heaven and earth bear witness, time and space serve as the mirror.

From this moment on, the bet is set, and there is no possibility of going back on it.

"Three Beast Sea Stars..."

Jun Tian withdrew his hand, gazing at the entrance to the Creation Realm, and murmured softly, "Ling Feng, you mustn't let us down."

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon also gazed at the pillar of light, its golden eyes flashing with anticipation and solemnity.

The betting has begun; now, all we can do is wait.

We await that young man to emerge from the Spirit Realm of Creation with an outcome powerful enough to change everything.

……

Meanwhile, within the Creation Realm.

Ling Feng felt dizzy, as if he had been thrown into a completely chaotic time tunnel. All around him were bizarre colors, distorted and deformed scenes, and countless broken fragments of spacetime.

I don't know how much time passed—

boom!
He crashed heavily onto a hard surface.

"Cough cough..."

Ling Feng propped himself up, feeling as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.

He suppressed the dizziness, quickly looked around, and then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Where is this place...?

The surrounding world was a deathly, gray place.

The sky was a dark, blood-red color, and as far as the eye could see, there were layers of rolling clouds that looked like congealed blood.

The earth was cracked, riddled with bottomless fissures, from which dark purple mist rose intermittently, emitting a nauseating stench.

The air was thick with the scent of death.

That is……

The power of annihilation?

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly. This aura was quite scattered and thin within the World Sea, but here it was so dense that it almost filled every inch of space.

It was as if this world itself was the embodiment of "death".

"Is this what they call the Creation Realm?"

Ling Feng felt a wave of despair wash over him. There wasn't a trace of spiritual energy in this; it was all death energy!

Compared to this place, even the Eternal Ruins are practically paradise! (End of Chapter)