Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Time flowed slowly in the silent standoff.

The leader of the sword-wielding spirit guards did not move, and Ling Feng naturally did not dare to make any rash moves either, but simply stared intently at the other party and observed the situation.

Behind them, the menacing army of spirit guards stood like frozen sculptures, with only their weapons emitting a faint, purifying light, clearly poised to strike at any moment.

dong dong!

dong dong!

……

Ling Feng could even feel Hun Qi's heartbeat against his back.

Every minute and every second is torture.

Once the Spirit Guards decide that Soul Cry must be eliminated, then what follows is tantamount to a death sentence.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sword-wielding spirit guard commander slowly raised his left hand, palm down, and gently pressed it down.

hum-

An invisible wave spread out.

In an instant, the surrounding army of spirit guards, who had been poised to attack, immediately withdrew their weapons, and the suffocating, terrifying killing intent quickly receded like a tide.

Their cold "gaze" that had been fixed on the weeping souls shifted away, becoming empty and indifferent once more.

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly. Were these guys planning to let him go?
He swallowed hard, stared intently at the leading sword-wielding spirit guard, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you. Since you are not going to make a move, can you now let me and my companions leave?"

The sword-wielding Spirit Guard commander withdrew his hand and looked at Ling Feng again.

Its face, devoid of facial features, could not express emotions, yet Ling Feng strangely "read" a complex meaning from its two white flames.

Although the Spirit Guard's instinct is to kill and purify the Darkborn of the Dead Star, the "Breath of Creation" within Ling Feng's body seems to have a higher priority than purification.

It slowly raised its arm, then pointed to the deepest part of the Dark Bone Forest. Then, it looked at Ling Feng again and nodded to him.

Although there was no language, Ling Feng understood its meaning instantly.

It seems to be guiding...

Or perhaps, an invitation to go to the Spirit Abyss?

Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Lingyuan is the place where the breath of the creator god is stored, and it is also his final destination on this journey.

However, given his current state, coupled with the fact that Hunqi is severely injured and, as a Dark Descendant of the Death Star, the powerful purifying force within the Spirit Abyss would likely purify Hunqi instantly upon his entry.

Therefore, Lingyuan should certainly go, but not now.

"I……"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough violently and cough up more blood.

He fought off the dizziness and said hoarsely, "My companion and I are both seriously injured and need to find a safe place to heal first. Ling Yuan, of course I will go, but... could you allow me to recover before going?"

As he spoke, he vigilantly observed the reaction of the sword-wielding spirit guard commander, while secretly circulating the power of chaos, ready to deal with the worst-case scenario at any time.

The sword-wielding spirit guard commander's "gaze" swept over Ling Feng's broken body and the dying Soul Cry behind him once more. The two white flames flickered slightly, as if making a quick assessment.

A moment later, it nodded slightly at Ling Feng.

Then, it turned around and slowly drifted away towards Lingyuan.

After floating a few steps, it turned back and looked at Ling Feng again, as if to say: Come with me.

Ling Feng's mind raced; it seemed there was no better option at the moment.

Both he and Hunqi were seriously injured. If they left the Dark Bone Forest, that Skeleton might still be lying in ambush outside, and he might not be able to fight against him.

By staying here, at least the skeletons would no longer pose a threat to him.

“Soul Cry, let’s go.”

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, used all his strength to lift the Soul Crying on his back, and with the support of the Ten Directions Annihilation, he staggered forward, following the sword-wielding spirit guard commander with great difficulty.

The surrounding Spirit Guards silently parted to make way for Ling Feng, then silently closed in again after he passed, forming a moving encirclement, but without emitting any more killing intent.

However, it's clear they have no intention of letting them leave.

The journey was extremely difficult.

Almost every step he took was burning away Ling Feng's last bit of willpower.

The closer one gets to the Spirit Abyss, the stronger the purifying aura and vibrant life force in the air become. Scattered, strange plants emitting a faint glow begin to appear on the scorched earth around them, and the grayish-white mist is gradually dispelled by the pure halo.

Hunqi lay on Lingfeng's back, sensing the changes in the surrounding environment, especially the increasingly intense purifying power, which made her body tremble even more violently.

But she bit her lip tightly, making no sound, and buried her face deeper into Ling Feng's back, as if it were her only safe haven.

Ling Feng could sense Hun Qi's fear. He took a deep breath and could only shout at the back of the sword-wielding spirit guard, "Senior, we can't go any further. My companions probably can't hold on any longer."

The sword-wielding spirit guard paused in mid-air for a moment, then turned back to look at Ling Feng, his eyes seemingly revealing a hint of helplessness.

He had no choice but to change direction and head west towards the Dark Bone Forest.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A magnificent scene, indescribable in words, came into Lingfeng's view.

Beneath our feet lies a white earth, as clear as jade, radiating a warm luster, while in the distance stretches a majestic, ethereal landscape, with wisps of light like fireflies floating in the air.

Pure, vast, ancient, sacred...

The various auras intertwined, shocking Ling Feng and even seeming to alleviate his injuries slightly.

This place, not yet the Spirit Abyss, is already brimming with such abundant vitality. It's hard to imagine what kind of scene it must be inside the Spirit Abyss.

This intense vitality was incredibly nourishing for Ling Feng, but for Hun Qi, it was no different from poison.

Hun Qi let out a muffled groan, his face turning even paler, and the aura of annihilation around him was suppressed to its limit, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

"senior!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and called out to the sword-wielding spirit guard again.

The sword-wielding spirit guard commander then stopped and moved to a relatively flat open space instead of going forward.

Ling Feng took a deep breath before putting down the Soul Crying sword behind him.

Seeing her face, which was as pale as paper, Ling Feng couldn't help but clench his fists.

That bastard, I will definitely tear him to pieces!
At the same time, the sword-wielding spirit guard turned around and stared at Ling Feng.

Then, under Ling Feng's gaze, it slowly raised the longsword in its hand, which was purely condensed from the light of purification.

Ling Feng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously gripped the Ten Directions Annihilation Technique.

Fortunately, the commander of the Spirit Guards did not intend to attack Ling Feng. Instead, he gently touched the ground in front of him with the tip of his lightsaber.

hum-

The moment the sword tip touched the ground, a soft white ripple spread out.

Then, something incredibly shocking happened.

The white earth ahead, as if it had a life of its own, silently "grew" to both sides along the path of the lightsaber!
The hard white crystal became as soft as mud, automatically shaping itself. Walls rose from the ground, the dome quickly closed, and a doorway quietly appeared. Inside, even the outlines of a simple stone bed and table emerged...

In the blink of an eye, a perfectly formed cave dwelling appeared before Ling Feng.

The cave was crystal clear, radiating a soft white glow, blending perfectly with its surroundings, as if it had always been there. The commander of the sword-wielding spirit guards sheathed his lightsaber, stepped aside, and stared blankly at the cave entrance before turning his gaze to Ling Feng.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: this place is a temporary refuge for you.

Looking at the cave that had grown out of thin air, Ling Feng seemed to have gained some new insights into the power of creation.

He nodded to the commander of the Spirit Guard and said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

The commander of the Spirit Guards did not react at all, but simply stood quietly in place.

Ling Feng no longer hesitated, carrying Hunqi on his back, and stepped into the cave.

The interior of the cave is slightly larger than it appears from the outside. The air is fresh and filled with a faint, tranquil, and pure atmosphere.

He carefully placed the Soul Cry on one of the smooth stone beds.

Just as Ling Feng entered the cave, the sword-wielding spirit guard commander turned around and silently drifted away into the distance.

The remaining spirit guards also flew away quickly, but more than ten spirit guards were left behind to guard the perimeter of the cave.

It's both protection and, perhaps, surveillance.

Inside the cave, Ling Feng let out a long sigh of relief. As soon as he relaxed, intense weakness and pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He staggered against the cold stone wall, then slowly slid down to the ground, panting heavily.

This time, it truly burned completely out.

It seems that I became too arrogant after condensing the prototype of the sixth ancestral vein. If it weren't for the appearance of those spirit guards at the end, and the fact that the skeleton relied on the trump card of the self-destructing Bloodfire Demon God, I would probably have been the one who died in the end.

He clenched his fists, weakness almost completely engulfing him, he barely had the strength to even open his eyes.

"Owner!"

Hunqi struggled to sit up from the stone bed.

"Don't move!"

Ling Feng quickly stopped him, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to stay alert, "Let me check your injuries first!"

He forced himself to stand up again and slowly moved to the stone bed.

The wound on Hunqi's chest was still shocking. Around the penetrating wound left by the white bone scepter, the flesh was an ominous grayish-white. The bone-corroding chill and curse power were still spreading, but it seemed to be suppressed by the pure vitality that was everywhere in the Lingyuan environment, and the erosion was very slow.

Although her aura was weak, as she said, the core of her annihilation source had not suffered a devastating blow.

It seems that the skeleton was in a certain state at the time, and the force with which it threw the bone staff was not very great.

That's why Soul Cry was able to escape with his life.

Otherwise, if he had attacked at his peak, Soul Cry would have already exploded and died.

"fine……"

After a careful examination, Ling Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief. "The skeleton was also at its last gasp at the time, so the power of this attack was greatly reduced. In addition, your Deathly Body has a certain resistance to the bone-corroding power, and your essence is not damaged. Once I recover some strength, I can help you get rid of the bone-corroding power remaining in the wound. Your condition should be fine."

As Ling Feng spoke, he conjured a Tai Xuan Golden Needle to temporarily seal her wound and prevent it from worsening.

Hunqi gritted his teeth and endured the pain without making a sound, but stared intently at Ling Feng. "Master, don't waste your energy worrying about me. Your injuries are not light either."

"It's alright."

Ling Feng shook his head, forcibly roused himself, and began to administer acupuncture to Hunqi.

After a while, Ling Feng finally finished the acupuncture. He felt dizzy and staggered, almost collapsing to the ground.

"Owner!"

Hunqi quickly got up and helped Ling Feng up, preventing him from falling backward.

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, glancing helplessly at Hun Qi before sighing, "It seems my situation is probably even more serious than yours."

Hunqi helped Lingfeng lie down on the stone bed and said through gritted teeth, "Master, it's all my fault for dragging you down. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to fight those spirit guards."

"If it weren't for you, I would have been killed by the skeleton's final blow."

Ling Feng took a deep breath. "Alright, don't say things like that again. Between us, we are no longer master and servant, but partners and allies!"

"I……"

Soul Cry, his eyes red-rimmed, shook his head desperately, "Master will always be Master!"

Ling Feng smiled bitterly to himself, but he no longer had the strength to refute Hun Qi.

Previously, in a desperate situation, he forcibly condensed the sixth ancestral vein with the breath of the creator god. Although he temporarily gained the power to contend with the skeleton, this was actually a last resort to squeeze his own potential.

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Finally, with the collapse of the sixth ancestral vein, the rudimentary form of the six veins that he had painstakingly condensed also vanished.

This also means that if he cannot handle it properly, he may never have the chance to condense a true sixth ancestral vein!
Even if it manages to solidify in the future, its foundation may be unstable, its potential greatly diminished, and it may even leave behind irreparable damage to the Great Dao!
"Damn it..."

Ling Feng clenched his fists. The price he paid for this battle with the skeleton was far too high.

But given the circumstances at the time, there was simply no other choice.

"Master, your injuries..."

Seeing Ling Feng's unpleasant expression, Hunqi roughly understood Ling Feng's current predicament.

"It's alright, I have a way."

Ling Feng feigned ease, forcing a smile to soothe Hunqi.

The immediate priority is to stabilize the injury as soon as possible, restore some strength, and then try to resolve the fundamental injury.

Fortunately, he was in the Spirit Abyss, a place teeming with life. For him, cultivating here would likely be several times more effective than the Heavenly Cleansing Pool of the Eighth Hunting Ancestor, Rongtian.

He sat cross-legged and began to slowly circulate the Ancestral God Technique, absorbing the rich and pure spiritual energy around him.

After repairing the other five ancestral veins, let's see if there's a chance to re-form the prototype of the sixth ancestral vein.

For now, this is the only option.

……

While Ling Feng was recuperating from his injuries...

Deep within the Spirit Realm of Creation lies a region shrouded in profound darkness and distorted starlight. Here, all is deathly silent, permeated with an aura of annihilation a hundred times stronger than that of the Damp Bone Forest.

Just then, a streak of emerald light pierced the sky.

However, it was a skeletal remains severely injured, dragging its broken body, and desperately fled back to the Hongxing Palace.

At this moment, not even half of the skeleton could be preserved. With the self-destruction of the Bloodfire Demon God, almost half of his annihilation source was also destroyed.

In his current state, he's probably so weak that even an ordinary lower-level Darkborn could easily devour him.

The moment the skeleton arrived at the Star Palace, a faint light completely enveloped his primordial power.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton's vision blurred, and it was pulled directly into the main hall of the Hongxing Palace by that irresistible force.

Unlike the usual council hall, this main hall was incredibly empty, with only a huge throne in the center made up of countless hideous skulls.

At this moment, on the throne, a figure in a black robe, like a shadow that blots out the sky, shrouded the entire hall.

The one sitting cross-legged in the shadows was none other than the Lord of the Abyss!
He made no move, yet he seemed to be the center of the entire world of death, the source of all annihilation.

The skeleton felt only a pair of cold eyes staring at it, and its heart trembled instantly. "Greetings...Greetings, Your...Your Majesty..." (End of Chapter)