Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Get out here!"

Ling Feng let out a low shout, and instantly, terrifying sound waves swept outwards from Ling Feng.

Boom boom boom boom boom!
The rocks and ground of the entire valley crumbled inch by inch, and the whole land looked as if it had been bombarded by billions of thunderbolts.

Corpse Whisper and Plague, now bound by chains, trembled violently upon sensing the violent aura emanating from Ling Feng.

Especially the fat corpse worm that spoke to the corpse, now shut its mouth and dared not utter any more curses, for fear of provoking this evil god again.

"Oh dear, little brother, don't be so fierce!"

A moment later, a clear, childlike voice suddenly came from all directions, as if countless children were speaking at the same time, their voices overlapping and intertwining, carrying a creepy feeling that made one's scalp tingle.

"They're already out, what's the rush?"

The moment the words fell, the shadows deep within the stone forest began to shift.

Immediately afterwards, a gray figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The figure was like a constantly shifting mist, sometimes appearing as a child's innocent smile, sometimes as a woman's charming face, and sometimes as an old man's weathered face.

Countless faces flashed in and out of the gray mist, each face displaying a distinct expression, representing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, hatred, malice, and desire.

It's as if all the emotions in the world converge here.

"This...this is the true form of the Nightmare?"

Soul Cry's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Although she was also one of the Twelve Deadly Fiends, she knew very little about the Nightmare.

This guy is too mysterious, too eerie. Sometimes he's as innocent as a child, sometimes as crazy as a madman, and sometimes as gloomy as a demon.

But without a doubt, he is the most detestable character among the Twelve Deadly Demons.

Even among other malevolent spirits, few are willing to associate with him.

This also means that among the Twelve Deadly Demons, no one truly understands his abilities or even his true nature.

Therefore, both Corpse Whisperer and Plague showed a hint of surprise, clearly indicating that this was also the first time they had seen the true form of Nightmare.

"How about that? She appeared in front of the young man in her true form, quite honest, right?"

He raised his eyes to look at Ling Feng, and what appeared above the mist was a woman's face.

The face was quite beautiful, but it was surrounded by countless twisted faces that looked like vengeful spirits, making it look eerie no matter how you looked at it.

Strictly speaking, nightmares are merely the embodiment of emotions and have no gender distinction.

Ling Feng's gaze narrowed slightly as he secretly activated his primal power, remaining constantly on guard against the Nightmare's next move.

"Wow, that move you made was amazing!"

The gray mist that the Nightmare had formed slowly drifted into the air, and then the smiling face of a seven or eight-year-old boy appeared, clapping his hands innocently: "Those two good-for-nothings, Plague and Corpse Whisper, are like children playing house in front of you, it's really... so interesting!"

As he spoke, his gray, misty "eyes" turned to the plague and corpses pinned in mid-air by the ancestral chains, and he suddenly chuckled.

"You two, you're usually so capable, how come you look so disheveled now? Oh dear, Grandpa Plague, you've got another hole in your chest, does it hurt? Brother Corpse Whisper, it seems like all your bugs are dying, so pitiful!"

His tone was innocent and naive, as if he were truly a child caring for his companion.

But the content of his words was full of malicious sarcasm.

"Nightmare...you...cough cough..."

The plague was so angry that it trembled all over, and spat out another mouthful of poisonous blood, its eyes filled with resentment and venom.

Corpse Whisper cursed even louder: "Nightmare! You bastard! Why didn't you make a move earlier?! If the three of us had joined forces, this wouldn't have happened!!"

"Join forces?"

Nightmare blinked its "eyes," and the surface of the gray mist transformed into the face of a bewitching woman, who covered her mouth and chuckled: "Brother Corpse Whisper, have you misunderstood something? When did I ever say I wanted to join forces with you?"

"you!"

Shi Yu was so angry he almost vomited blood.

"They're just here to watch the show!"

Nightmare reverted to his childlike form, tilting his head with an innocent expression: "Second Brother sent us to 'monitor' this Star Hunter, not to do anything. Besides..."

He paused, his misty gray eyes turning to Ling Feng, a strange light flashing in them: "This young man is so powerful, how can I beat him! To fight someone I can't beat is just stupid, isn't it? I'm not as stupid as you two!"

"You... cough cough cough..."

The epidemic caused another bout of violent coughing, which almost made me faint from anger.

Ling Feng watched Nightmare's performance with a blank expression, but he was secretly on guard.

This nightmare was even more bizarre than he had anticipated.

He may seem crazy, but he is actually very thoughtful.

Seemingly naive, but actually extremely vicious.

More importantly, Ling Feng could sense that the "emotional" fluctuations emanating from Nightmare were subtly influencing the surrounding environment in a strange way.

It even...affected his mind and spirit.

"Noisy!"

Ling Feng spoke coldly, interrupting Xin Yan's incessant chatter: "I have no interest in listening to your infighting. Xin Yan, I'll give you two choices."

He held up two fingers: "First, surrender obediently and hand over the Jade of Death, and I'll let you die a quick death. Second, I'll come and get it myself!"

"Oh dear, they're all going to die, aren't they? You're so mean, little brother!"

Nightmare feigned fear and shrank its "neck," its gray mist surface transforming into the appearance of a pitiful young girl, on the verge of tears, saying, "I didn't provoke you, why did you have to kill me?"

"Shut up!"

A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. Was this guy deliberately trying to annoy people?

"It seems you're unwilling to surrender. Well then, I'll kill you first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng's hand instantly conjured a God-Slaying Spear, which swept across the area, aiming directly at the Nightmare's vital point.

"I'd like to see if you, like those two, have the ability to be unkillable!"

"You're so barbaric!"

Nightmare pouted in grievance, but the next moment, a sly glint flashed in her misty eyes: "I really did come to watch the show, but since you guys were fighting so well, I also got to taste some delicious food!"

Before the words were finished, the gray mist formed from the nightmare suddenly began to twist violently.

Immediately afterwards, countless faces began to flash and appear frantically on the surface of the gray fog, faster and faster, until finally, they almost turned into a blurry afterimage.

"Young man, is there someone you particularly want to see?"

The Nightmare's voice became ethereal and otherworldly, as if it came from a very distant place: "You seem to come from a very far away place... Hmm... A warm, familiar, and... nostalgic scent..."

With each word he spoke, the gray fog twisted faster.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

taste?

What is he tasting?
"found it!"

Just then, Nightmare suddenly let out a joyful cheer, and its gray mist-like body abruptly stopped twisting and began to rapidly shrink and condense, transforming into a blurry humanoid outline.

"Young man, it seems there's someone quite important in your past!"

The Nightmare's voice carried a strange excitement: "Her name was... Mu... Qian... Xue... right? What a pity, she's already dead!"

boom!!!
Ling Feng was struck dumb, frozen in place, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Mu Qianxue?
How did he know Qianxue's name?

"You...peeped into my memories?"

Ling Feng's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying overwhelming killing intent.

His aura exploded, and five pale golden ancestral vein phantoms swirled wildly behind him, their dazzling golden light illuminating the entire valley in a golden glow. A terrifying aura, like a primordial beast awakening, surged fiercely towards the Nightmare of the Heart.

However, the nightmare was not afraid at all, and instead started to laugh.

The gray, mist-like body continued to twist and change, its outline becoming clearer and clearer.

"Spying? That sounds awful!"

The Nightmare's voice held a hint of amusement: "They only 'tasted' your primal power!"

It turns out that in addition to changing its form, Nightmare's ability can also devour the opponent's source power, thereby gaining insight into the opponent's past.

However, his probing was not to fully understand Ling Feng's past destiny, but rather stemmed from the indelible mark left by emotional fluctuations.

This allows one to understand the other person's inner world, the state that triggers strong emotional fluctuations, and some fragments of past memories.

Nightmare took advantage of Ling Feng's previous battles with Corpse Whisper and the Plague to collect a portion of the chaotic power that Ling Feng had released.

"However, I must say, your obsession with that woman named Mu Qianxue is truly profound! Just mentioning her name makes your emotions fluctuate more than tenfold. This is truly... quite interesting!"

The moment the words fell, the gray mist formed from the nightmare suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, the gray mist solidified, transforming into a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in white.

Dressed in white, her hair flowing like a waterfall, her eyes like autumn water, she possessed an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

It is... Mu Qianxue!

"Qian... snow..."

Ling Feng's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. He staggered back three steps, and all the color drained from his face.

No, not possible!
How did Qianxue end up here?

But the next moment, Ling Feng realized what was happening.

This is not Qianxue!
Anger surged wildly in Ling Feng's heart in an instant.

That bastard Heart Nightmare dares to... dares to transform into Qianxue's appearance!
"You... dare to... impersonate her! You're asking for death!"

Ling Feng's voice trembled, each word filled with heart-wrenching pain and rage.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at "Mu Qianxue," his killing intent transforming into a blood-red storm that soared into the sky.

The temperature in the entire valley plummeted, as if it had instantly plunged into an icy inferno.

Even the heavens and earth trembled at his rage.

"Is that... Master's wife?"

Hunqi stood behind Ling Feng, looking at the white-clad woman who had suddenly appeared. A hint of amazement flashed in her eyes, followed by a deep sense of inferiority.

What a nice view……

She was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly, breathtakingly beautiful.

It turns out that the master harbored such a woman in his heart...

No wonder he completely disregarded me.

"What's wrong, young man? Shouldn't you be happy to see the person you love most?"

"Mu Qianxue" spoke softly, her voice ethereal and melodious, almost identical to the real Mu Qianxue.

She slowly raised her right hand and gently stroked her cheek, a hint of sadness in her eyes: "Or... little brother, have you already forgotten Qianxue?"

"Shut up!"

Ling Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "You... are not worthy... to speak with her voice! You are even less worthy to desecrate this face!"

"Oh dear, you're angry!"

"Mu Qianxue" covered her mouth and chuckled, but a hint of coldness and mockery flashed in her clear eyes: "Looks like I'm very lucky, I found the right one on the first try. This Mu Qianxue is indeed your inner demon, little brother. Oh no, the person you cherish most!"

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Lingfeng, her steps light and graceful, her white robes fluttering, as if Mu Qianxue had truly stepped out of her memories.

"What a pity..."

Mu Qianxue stopped a hundred paces in front of Ling Feng, tilted her head, and showed a hint of regret on her face: "How could such a beautiful person die? It's such a pity!"

boom!!!
Ling Feng's heart bled instantly, as if something had shattered at that moment.

"You! Die!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching roar, raised his right hand sharply, and in his palm, the power of chaos, the power of time, and the power of annihilation converged wildly.

This strike was unleashed by Ling Feng in a fit of rage, a strike that poured all his power into it.

"Go to hell!!!"

Ling Feng took a step forward, and the golden light in his hand suddenly erupted, transforming into a golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, and slammed fiercely towards "Mu Qianxue"!
Wherever the beam of light passed, space collapsed inch by inch, time froze, and the void wailed.

Ling Feng showed no mercy in this attack.

He wanted to obliterate the Nightmare, along with the "Mu Qianxue" body he had conjured, into nothingness!

However, faced with this devastating blow, "Mu Qianxue" smiled.

Her smile was gentle and poignant, with two lines of tears even streaming down her face.

"Feng...do you really...want to kill me?"

The voice was mournful, as if weeping and lamenting.

It was as if Mu Qianxue was asking her last question before she died.

Ling Feng trembled violently, and the golden beam of light in his hand involuntarily tilted by half a point.

In that brief moment of hesitation, "Mu Qianxue's" figure suddenly vanished like a bubble.

The golden beam of light blasted into the air, leveling a mountain range behind it and leaving a bottomless crater.

"Hahahahaha!"

Nightmare's maniacal laughter echoed from all directions.

The next moment, not far in front of Ling Feng, the gray mist gathered again, and the Nightmare's true form reappeared.

"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

On the surface of the gray mist formed from the nightmare, a mocking smile appeared: "Lovers cannot be together in the end, and instead are separated by death forever. Star Hunter, oh no, I should call you Ling Feng! Ling Feng, you don't need to be too angry, after all..."

He paused, and suddenly a crack appeared in the gray mist.

Immediately afterwards, a flawless white body slowly emerged from the gray mist.

The body was none other than the one that had appeared to be "Mu Qianxue" just moments before.

But at this moment, the body's eyes were closed, and its expression was peaceful, as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep.

"This is for you."

The Nightmare's voice carried a condescending tone: "Although it's just a shell, it already possesses some of your memories with Mu Qianxue, making it a replica of that woman named Mu Qianxue. Since that woman is dead, getting a replica isn't too bad, is it?"

"What did you say?!"

Ling Feng stared intently at the body of "Mu Qianxue," his eyes bloodshot, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood flowing down between his fingers, and his body trembling slightly with rage.

replica?
The body?

This beast, which isn't even human, does he even understand what human emotions are?

"So? Are you tempted?"

Nightmare chuckled, "As long as you agree to stop here, let us leave, and then obediently head to the Spirit Abyss, this body is yours. You can take her and do whatever you want! Although it's just a copy, it's guaranteed to be realistic, which is better than nothing, right?"

Ling Feng didn't speak; he simply raised his head slowly and looked at the Nightmare.

Those eyes were almost devoid of any human emotion, filled only with icy stillness and overwhelming killing intent!
"You...go...to...die!" (End of Chapter)