Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Staring at that figure's back, Ling Feng's eyelids twitched wildly. After a long while, he took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and respectfully bowed in the direction of that figure's back.

"Junior Ling Feng greets Senior. May I ask, Senior, are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Feng suddenly froze.

He found himself suddenly unable to move.

It was as if an invisible hand was firmly grasping his entire body, along with every meridian and every strand of his essence.

He couldn't even blink; he could only stiffly maintain the bowing posture, remaining motionless.

Then, that figure slowly turned around.

He turned very slowly, yet his movements were strangely fast.

One moment she was facing away from Ling Feng, and the next she was facing him directly, without any transition, as if she had crossed a time and space.

Ling Feng tried desperately to see the other person's face, but no matter how hard he focused his eyes, the person's whole body was still shrouded in a layer of chaotic light, like an eternal fog, making it impossible to see their appearance.

Then, the blurry figure moved.

He strode towards Ling Feng, his pace unhurried, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

But in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ling Feng.

Close at hand!

Ling Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

He could clearly sense the aura emanating from the other person—ancient, vast, and weathered, as if it had existed since the beginning of the universe and had endured the test of time.

Faced with such an aura, I felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Then, the blurry figure slowly raised its right hand.

That hand was also shrouded in chaotic light, making it impossible to see the outline of the knuckles; only the shape of the five fingers could be vaguely discerned.

His movements were slow and light, as if he were merely brushing a fallen leaf aside.

The next moment, his palm was already pressed on Ling Feng's forehead.

A cool sensation came from my forehead.

boom!
Ling Feng's body exploded without warning!
Flesh and blood, bones, internal organs, ancestral veins, and even the very essence of the soul...

Everything that constituted his "existence" was easily crushed by that indescribable force at this moment, like broken porcelain, turning into the finest dust and dissipating into the void.

Immediately afterwards, his soul was also completely shredded.

Countless fragments of memory, like a collapsing sandcastle, scattered and fell from the depths of consciousness.

The hardships of cultivation, fighting alongside companions, and the unforgettable bond of life and death with loved ones...

Time and time again, they narrowly escaped death; time and time again, they were on the verge of despair...

Everything was crushed inch by inch by that force.

pain!
Indescribable pain!

That was the pain of having both body and soul crushed simultaneously, a pain that transcends the limits of any language.

Ling Feng wanted to roar, but found that he no longer had a throat; he wanted to struggle, but found that he no longer had limbs.

He could only watch helplessly as his "existence" went from complete to broken, and from broken to annihilated.

Like a snowman thrown into a furnace.

Then, all perception disappeared.

The boundless darkness swallowed everything.

Ling Feng felt as if he had returned to the very beginning, back to the moment he awoke in the Sea of ​​Giant Beasts.

No, it's even more original than that time.

At that time, he was at least a conscious energy being, able to perceive his own existence.

But now, he can't even be considered an energy body.

He was just a tiny speck of light, suspended in the endless darkness.

There is no body, no soul, no memory, nothing that can define "self".

The only remaining trace was a faint, flickering consciousness, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

who am I?
Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?
There is no answer.

Only darkness.

Then, the light spot also began to dim.

Like a candle flame that has burned out, the last wisp of consciousness began to slowly dissipate.

Darkness surged in from all directions, gradually swallowing up the last glimmer of light.

And then, it ended.

everything is over.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

It may be a fleeting moment, or it may be eternity.

Ling Feng suddenly woke up.

He was panting heavily, like a drowning person finally surfacing.

His hands unconsciously reached for his chest, cheeks, and limbs...

Complete, all complete!
The body of flesh and blood is intact.

He raised his hands in horror, turning them over and over in front of his eyes.

Those hands were long and strong, with distinct knuckles, and every palm line was clearly visible.

He circulated the power within his body, and five crimson-gold ancestral vein phantoms slowly emerged behind him, while the nascent sixth vein faintly glowed in his dantian. The Primordial Chaos, the Breath of Creation, the Power of Annihilation, the Power of the Wheel of Time…

All the power remains intact, without any loss.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

But the pain of being completely crushed and annihilated still lingers deep in my consciousness, so clear it's heart-wrenching.

That's not a dream, absolutely not.

"This...where is this..."

Ling Feng raised his head and looked around.

He found himself suspended in a boundless nebula.

Countless stars slowly revolved around them, each radiating a warm golden light. These lights converged into dazzling galaxies, flowing gently through the void, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Unlike the previous chaotic space filled with mist, this place exudes an ancient and sacred vitality.

Those starlight are alive, and the trajectory of those flowing star rivers seems to contain some supreme law or principle.

Beneath his feet, a path formed from pure starlight meandered into the deepest part of the nebula.

Ling Feng stared blankly at the path of starlight, as if he heard a faint whisper in his ear.

The voice was soft and distant, as if it came from across endless time and space, yet it was as clear as if someone were speaking in your ear.

He couldn't hear the specific content, but Ling Feng could understand the "meaning" of the whispers.

It is guiding itself.

Forward, keep moving forward.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, suppressing his fear and doubt, and strode forward along the path of starlight into the depths of the nebula.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he was already deep within the nebula.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment. Why did he suddenly have a feeling that this place should have belonged to him?

It seems that this is the world he created?

But that's impossible! Shouldn't the Creation Realm be fragments of creation from the God of Creation?
This place should be a special space within the Spirit Abyss, yet why do I have the illusion that I have complete control over everything here?

Am I still myself now?
Everything I just experienced was not an illusion!

What exactly did that blurry figure do to me?
He was completely baffled and could only stare intently at his surroundings.

Since there is a voice guiding me here, who is the owner of that voice?
Could it be a wisp of the will of the creator god?

This is an absolute void.

There were no stars, no galaxies, no light around, only pure, boundless darkness.

Suddenly, Ling Feng's eyelids twitched.

He saw it!

It's that shadow!
In the very center of that darkness, a blurry shadow floated.

His body was shrouded in chaotic light, obscuring his face, just as before.

Ling Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

But before he could speak, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.

The voice was gentle and deep, yet it carried a strange sense of familiarity.

"Oh dear, it failed! How do you feel?"

Ling Feng's eyes widened suddenly.

The blurry figure before my eyes was slowly losing its chaotic light.

First, the outline of the shoulders, then the lines of the arms, followed by the chest, waist, abdomen, and legs...

Finally, there was that face that had always been hidden in the chaos.

When that face was fully revealed to Ling Feng, he was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place, his pupils suddenly contracting.

It was a face he knew all too well.

He has a handsome profile, cool and aloof eyebrows and eyes, slightly pursed thin lips, and a well-defined jawline.

That is--

Himself!
As if looking in a mirror, Ling Feng knew that face all too well.

Two Lingfengs, facing each other, floated in this boundless dark void, gazing at each other.

They had the same figure, the same face, and even their aura was identical.

"you you……"

Ling Feng's voice trembled slightly as he stared intently at the "person" in front of him who looked exactly like him.

"who are you?"

"I?"

The being that looked exactly like Ling Feng seemed to have thought about it carefully for a while before slowly speaking: "I am just a shadow, so I can be anyone's shadow, and what you see now is your own shadow."

shadow?

Ling Feng stood there, stunned, staring at the shadow in front of him.

"Are you my shadow?"

"I am everyone's shadow, the shadow of everything, so I am not just your shadow."

Ling Feng pondered for a moment before continuing, “In terms you can understand, I am the reflection of the entire world. Everything that exists has a reflection, and I am the sum of all these reflections.”

"One...the sum of all reflections?"

Ling Feng swallowed hard. "I...I still can't understand, so what exactly are you?"

How could you be so stupid?

The shadow frowned. "Wasn't I clear enough? You have a shadow, everyone you know has a shadow, the whole world has shadows, the entire ocean has shadows, and I am the sum of all these shadows."

"And...does that also include those, the Darkborn of the Death Star?"

"of course."

The shadow nodded. "I am the sum of all reflections, therefore, that includes the Darkborn of the Death Star."

"you!"

Ling Feng immediately became alert, took a few steps back, and cautiously stared at the shadow.

"You don't need to be wary of me."

The shadow chuckled. "I am merely the sum of all reflections, not the sum of the power of these original entities. Otherwise, even the creator god you perceive would be no match for me."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Let me put it this way: when I become your shadow, I will possess the same power as you, indistinguishable from yours. When anyone sees me, they will only see a reflection of their own part."

"Simply put, whoever sees me, I become their shadow."

"That power from before..."

Ling Feng recalled everything that had just happened, and his forehead was still covered in cold sweat.

"That's because the last person to see me was the God of Creation. What you saw before was the remaining reflection of the God of Creation."

The shadow narrowed its eyes, looking at Ling Feng with a half-smile, "I sensed the aura of creation within you, so I just injected his reflection into your body."

"what?"

Ling Feng's eyes widened. "The reflection of the creator god?"

"good."

The shadow nodded, resting its chin on its hand. It had a face exactly like Ling Feng's, which made Ling Feng feel a little uneasy.

"Logically, after the reflection of Creation was injected into your body, he should have been able to revive using the wisp of divine energy within you. But it seems that Creation refused to use your body to revive. Otherwise, you would not have been able to resist the will of Creation."

For a moment, Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

What do you mean?
Could it be that everything we just experienced was actually the Creator God possessing our bodies?

But the creator god chose to give up?
“You mean…” Ling Feng swallowed hard, “What you just did was… was…”

"Yes, that's right, that's what you mean."

The shadow was quite frank, "It means possession. The Ancient One sent you in because he wanted to use the wisp of divine energy within you, along with the reflection of Creation that I left behind, to resurrect Creation. Didn't you know that at all?"

Ling Feng's lips twitched.

He now finally understood why the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon had shown him such special "care," sending out those colossal beast overlords along the way to help him comprehend the creation of the world and understand the singularity, allowing him to grow stronger little by little.

He even arranged everything in the Land of Eternal Silence, first placing himself in the Realm of Eternal Ruins, and then in the Realm of Creation.

From the very beginning, his goal was to resurrect his master, the creator god!
His claims of helping him refine the Pillar of Creation and returning him to his original world were clearly all lies!

No wonder he would cooperate with the Lord of the Abyss. It seems that the Lord of the Abyss was also deceived by the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon.

If Lord Mingyuan knew that Huanggu's purpose was to resurrect the God of Creation, he probably wouldn't dare to cooperate with Huanggu even if he had a hundred more lives.

In other words, Huang Gu deceived the Star Hunter Clan, the Darkborn of the Dead Star, and himself.

What a swindler!
But to the creator god, he was indeed extremely loyal.

but……

Ling Feng seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask again, "Since the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon wants to resurrect the God of Creation, does that mean the God of Creation is... dead? But how could the God of Creation be dead?"

"Life and death are just concepts you perceive. In fact, the state of creation should not be described as death, but rather as a return to chaos."

The shadow remained calm, muttering to itself, "In the beginning, I was just the shadow of creation. Later, it began to create the world sea, creating countless living beings and existences. Gradually, I gained more and more reflections."

"The more he created, the larger and more bloated my existence became. Until the birth of the first Darkin..."

The shadow paused, then continued, "That is the only product that was not created by the Creator. Strictly speaking, it was the shadow of the Creator that gave birth to their existence."

Ling Feng stared wide-eyed at the shadow. "So you created the Darkborn of the Death Star?"

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I am the shadow of the Creator God, but the Creator God’s shadow is not entirely me. My will cannot supersede Creation, not even his shadow. When the Darkborn of the Dead Star was conceived, I could not interfere.”

"and then?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, a faint intuition swirling within him that the death of the Creator God—or rather, the return to chaos—might be related to the birth of the Darkborn of the Dead Star. (End of Chapter)