Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Beyond the illusion.

"You bitch! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

The bloated worm-like body formed from Corpse Whisper wriggled wildly in mid-air, and countless black corpse worms surged out of its body like a tide, converging into dozens of ferocious tentacles that lashed out at Soul Cry.

Each tentacle contained terrifying corrosive power; wherever it passed, even rocks were eroded into deep grooves, emitting a nauseating stench.

"hateful!"

Hunqi's face was pale, and her delicate body was struggling to defend itself against the onslaught of corpse worm tentacles, facing imminent danger.

She formed hand seals, and the dark red light between her brows flickered wildly as she manipulated the lower-level Dark Ones under her control on the outskirts of the valley, sending them rushing toward Corpse Whisper like moths to a flame, attempting to buy time with sheer numbers.

However, these lower-ranking Darkborn were utterly helpless against the Corpse Whisperer.

With a gentle sweep of its tentacles, the corpse worms ripped dozens of Darkborn to shreds, their dark purple blood mixed with fragments of internal organs splattering everywhere.

"Stop resisting stubbornly, Soul Cry. Since you've become a traitor, you should at least be aware of your mistakes."

Not far away, the plague, with its hunched back, stood not far away, gently tapping the ground with its wooden cane, making a "thump-thump" sound.

A sinister smile appeared on his aged face. With each cough, he spewed out a large plume of grayish-green poisonous mist, which transformed into countless tiny plague spores that silently attached themselves to the lower-ranking Darkborn.

Once attached to spores, those Darkborn will quickly rot, eventually turning into a pool of pus, becoming "nutrients" for the disease spores.

"If you, like us, had obtained a wisp of the Lord's primordial power, perhaps you could still put up a fight against us. But now, your puppets are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs in our eyes!"

The plague chuckled sinisterly, "You'd better just surrender obediently. We've been allies for a while now, and since you can become the vessel for the Corpse's Words, we can still be considered allies who fight side by side in the future."

"Get out of here! Who wants to be the body of that disgusting bug!"

Hunqi gritted his teeth and growled, a resolute glint in his eyes.

With her current strength, even facing a corpse whisperer would be extremely dangerous.

Now, even epidemics have joined the battle.

She couldn't hold on for much longer.

Moreover, controlling so many lower-ranking Darkin has pushed her body to its limits.

The source of destruction within his body was being consumed rapidly, and his soul power was on the verge of depletion.

And Ling Feng...

Hunqi's gaze involuntarily turned to the motionless figure not far away.

Ling Feng's eyes were closed, his expression blank, like a soulless sculpture, silently floating in mid-air.

Beside him, the gray mist formed from the nightmare, like a venomous snake, slowly coiled around his body. Various eerie faces constantly appeared on the surface of the gray mist, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes angry, and sometimes greedy.

"Perfect...it's just too perfect..."

The Nightmare's voice, tinged with a morbid excitement, emanated from the gray fog.

He stretched out his "arm" formed from condensed gray mist and gently stroked Ling Feng's cheeks, neck, and chest, as if admiring a priceless treasure.

"This perfect body...and this powerful annihilating force...hahahaha!"

Nightmare suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, the gray mist twisted violently, and countless greedy faces appeared on its surface.

"As long as I can possess this body and gradually devour his soul, then everything he owns will be mine! Hahahaha!"

"Nightmare! Don't do anything rash!"

The plague's expression changed, and it quickly spoke up to stop them: "The Lord has ordered that we cannot take his life for the time being! If you kill him, we will all be buried with him!"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Nightmare chuckled, a sly glint in his misty gray eyes: "I just want to... take over his body. Once I've completely dragged his soul into the 'Nightmare Illusion,' leaving him forever trapped in this beautiful dream, this body will be mine. Then, I can also control his body to go to the Spirit Abyss and complete Lord's plan. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

"you……"

The epidemic opened its mouth as if to say something, but ultimately kept it closed.

Although he disagreed with Nightmare's approach, it did seem to be a good idea.

Ling Feng's strength is too great; he's practically an uncontrollable monster.

If it weren't for the illusionary techniques of the Nightmare that kept him under control, they would probably have been killed by Ling Feng countless times by now.

Although Nightmare was also a madman, he was, in any case, a madman who obeyed the orders of Lord Mingyuan.

As long as he controls Ling Feng's body, there shouldn't be much difference as long as the wisp of the Creator God's aura within him remains.

Damn it!

Upon hearing that Nightmare wanted to seize Ling Feng's body, Soul Cry's expression changed drastically. "Nightmare, don't even think about it!"

"Take care of yourself first."

Nightmare chuckled and shrugged. "Corpse Whisperer, Plague, stop wasting your time and hurry up and finish this quickly!"

As she spoke, Nightmare's smile vanished, and her gaze fixed intently on Ling Feng.

In an instant, the mist surrounding him began to slowly shrink and condense. Then, two fair arms emerged from the mist and gently cupped Ling Feng's cheeks.

"It's so exciting to even think about! This is the truly perfect body! With this body, why should I keep changing?"

He gradually transformed into the appearance of Mu Qianxue, his fingers gently stroking Ling Feng's cheek, and even his voice became exactly the same as Mu Qianxue's.

"Come, let us become one, and soon you will be mine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nightmare slowly exhaled a wisp of gray mist, which transformed into a thin gray thread that slowly pierced towards Ling Feng's brow.

"The Art of Mind Stealing: Nightmare Parasite".

The gray threads emitted an eerie glow, and wherever they passed, even the space itself rippled slightly.

Once the parasitism is complete, Ling Feng's body will become a complete "avatar" of the Nightmare.

Ling Feng's original soul will be forever trapped in the illusion until his soul is completely annihilated and devoured by the nightmare.

"Master... wake up..."

Seeing this, Hunqi was extremely anxious and wanted to rush over to stop it, but he was tightly entangled by several corpse worm tentacles of Shiyu and could not break free at all.

"You bitch, you can't even save yourself, and you're still thinking about saving others?"

Corpse Whisper sneered, and more corpse worm tentacles surged from all directions, enveloping Soul Cry layer by layer, like a giant cocoon.

"no, do not want……"

Hunqi struggled desperately, but she had almost no strength left in her body and was powerless to break free.

She could only watch helplessly as the gray thread slowly pierced towards Ling Feng's brow.

Getting closer!

Getting closer!

Just as the gray thread was about to pierce Ling Feng's brow—

"Have you... touched enough?"

A calm voice, tinged with a chilling killing intent, suddenly rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

The gray threads formed from the nightmare trembled violently and froze in mid-air.

The arm that was holding Ling Feng's cheek was also instantly shattered into pieces by two cold flashes of light.

laugh!
Dark purple blood splattered everywhere, and Nightmare's two arms fell directly from the sky, then exploded into dust in mid-air.

"you you……"

Nightmare stared at Ling Feng in astonishment; this was a development he had never expected.

Meanwhile, the plague and corpse whispers attacking Soul Cry from afar widened their eyes, their gazes filled with terror.

"That guy..."

Recalling the moment he was directly killed by Ling Feng, the shadow deep within his heart surged forth almost uncontrollably. How could he have regained consciousness?

Hunqi trembled violently and looked up sharply in the direction from which the voice came.

Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were clear and deep, like the starry sky, reflecting the brilliance of the stars.

There was no confusion, no stagnation, no despair.

Only an icy, chilling killing intent!
"I knew it! I knew it! How could you bunch of good-for-nothings possibly possibly defeat the master!"

Hunqi murmured softly, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes.

"You...how could you..."

For the first time, Nightmare's voice trembled slightly.

He simply couldn't understand it.

His "Nightmare Illusion" is an emotional law that uses emotions as a guide to directly affect the origin of the soul.

His laws of destruction may not be as powerful as those of other evil spirits, but once the power of emotions erupts, one will be trapped in them, sinking into the illusion that one desires most and cannot let go of, never to escape.

The illusions he created were not about whether they were real or not, but about directly manipulating and amplifying his opponent's emotions and desires.

He first deliberately provoked Ling Feng, using his anger to ignite Ling Feng's inner demons, thus causing a huge impact on Ling Feng's soul and making him most vulnerable. Then he dragged Ling Feng into his own illusion, and then gradually amplified Ling Feng's deep feelings for his wife and daughter.

This should have been an inescapable quagmire, a trap from which no one could ever escape.

No one has ever been able to break free from it.

Ling Feng, surprisingly, regained consciousness!
"You ask me how I could possibly have escaped?"

Ling Feng spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

He raised his right hand and gently grasped the gray thread that was piercing his brow.

The movements were slow and gentle.

But the Nightmare sensed an indescribable, terrifying power surging wildly along the gray threads, firmly locking onto his soul's origin.

"Ugh!!!"

The Nightmare let out a shrill scream, its gray threads trembling violently as it tried to break free, but Ling Feng held it tightly, rendering it completely immobile.

"Your illusions are indeed powerful. They use emotions as a guide to peer into people's hearts, amplify desires, and create illusions. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be trapped in them forever, unable to extricate themselves."

Ling Feng said slowly, his gaze calmly fixed on the gray thread, his eyes growing increasingly cold and murderous: "But unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong target."

"No...it's impossible..."

The Nightmare's voice was filled with fear and resentment: "No matter how powerful you are, as long as you still have obsessions in your heart, and people you cherish... you cannot escape my Nightmare Illusion! You are clearly already trapped in it!"

"Obsession?"

Ling Feng stared coldly at the nightmare, "I do have emotions and desires, I do have an obsession that I can't let go of, and I do... yearn to reunite with them."

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing those figures buried deep in his memory.

Mu Qianxue, Yu Bingqing, Mu Rufeng...

Each one of them was the most important person in his life, even more important than his own life.

"But it is precisely because of this obsession, it is precisely because of this longing, that I cannot... succumb to the false dream you have woven."

Ling Feng's voice gradually turned cold.

His eyes seemed to reflect the scenes he had experienced in the illusion.

In the illusion, he saw Qianxue, Bingqing, and Rufeng.

They were right beside him, smiling at him, crying at him, and telling him all their longing.

At that moment, he did indeed... waver!

He was just a hair's breadth away from utter ruin.

He was almost about to say, "I promise you!"

Once he utters those words, he will be completely and utterly trapped in that beautiful and tender illusion, from which there is no escape.

But just as those words were about to be uttered—

A sharp, agonizing pain shot through my heart.

Yes, it is the breath of the Creator God!
The Creator God's breath is still exerting its power!
That wisp of divine energy, originating from the God of Creation and long since merged with his soul's essence, awakened him at the crucial moment.

At that moment, those real, unforgettable memories surged in like a tide, violently impacting the falseness of the illusion.

This finally made him realize that if he stayed in this illusion, he would never be able to see them again.

It's fake, it's always fake!

At that moment, in the illusion, "Mu Qianxue," "Yu Bingqing," and "Mu Rufeng" still had gentle smiles and expectant eyes.

They were all waiting for Ling Feng's final answer.

"Sorry……"

Ling Feng looked at the three gentle and familiar faces, spoke softly, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes, but more so, a resolute determination.

"I must go back. The real you... are still waiting for me!"

The moment the words fell, the divine aura of creation erupted from the depths of Ling Feng's soul.

A dazzling golden light surged from his body, instantly tearing the entire illusion apart!

……

"Cheating! Cheating!"

Nightmare smiled bitterly, glaring at Ling Feng with murderous intent, his teeth clenched in hatred, letting out a hysterical roar, "So it was the aura of the Creator God! I planned everything, yet I overlooked this wisp of the Creator God's aura! Ling Feng, you—"

The sound abruptly stopped.

Ling Feng did not give him a chance to continue speaking.

The gray silk thread he was holding began to crack inch by inch.

This thread is the manifestation of the Nightmare's soul, and it is closely related to the origin of his soul.

"Nightmare, perhaps I should thank you for letting me see my wife and daughter, and for making me even more determined to go back! I must go back!"

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, but after Ling Feng broke through the illusion of the nightmare, his state of mind also achieved its final breakthrough.

Its fusion with that wisp of divine creation energy made it even more perfect and flawless.

"In return, I will be the first to refine your Death Jade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Feng clenched his right hand tightly.

Click!

The gray thread snapped instantly!

"Ugh!!!"

The Nightmare let out an extremely shrill scream, its gray, mist-like body twisting violently, and countless faces on its surface simultaneously displaying expressions of pain, fear, and despair.

Immediately afterwards, the gray fog began to dissipate rapidly, melting away inch by inch like ice and snow under the sun.

"No...no...I don't want to die...I don't want to..."

The nightmare's voice grew weaker and weaker until finally, only a barely perceptible groan remained.

Finally, the gray fog completely dissipated.

In its place, only a piece of dark gray jade, with countless faces seemingly flowing inside, remained, silently suspended.

The sixth curse, Nightmare of the Heart, death! (End of Chapter)