Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Senior, thank you for telling me all this."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and solemnly bowed to the shadow.

Although the moment the Shadow of Creation poured the remnants of creation into his body almost cost him his life, he is still alive now.

Regardless of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's original purpose, and regardless of whether he was just a chosen pawn, he was still alive at this moment!

He was still standing there, and he still possessed the "Creator God Body." In fact, Ling Feng didn't feel much hatred in his heart.

Moreover, the Shadow of Creation revealed everything, letting him know some of the truths behind this ancient game.

"You want to thank me?"

The shadow waved its hand, a dismissive smirk appearing on its face, which was identical to Ling Feng's. "I didn't help you at all. The intention of injecting the reflection of the Creator into your body was to possess you and resurrect the Creator. Your survival was the Creator's own choice, and has nothing to do with me."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat ethereal, as if talking to himself, "You obtained divine energy, came to this place, and then reshaped the body of the Creator God. Perhaps all of this was already subtly woven into the web of fate long before the Creator God returned to chaos. I am merely one of the fingers that propelled those threads."

"destiny?"

Ling Feng smiled bitterly to himself.

From the very beginning of his journey into martial arts, he had heard this word constantly.

The way of Heaven, destiny, the chosen one, the one chosen by Heaven...

He fought his way through, overcoming all obstacles, and thought he had gradually taken control of his destiny.

But now it seems that, in the face of such a grand narrative involving the origin of the world, creation and the end, he is still like a chess piece on a chessboard, manipulated by a more ancient and powerful "player" and "rules".

"Yes, fate."

The shadow chuckled. "Do you think only you, the beings born after death, are subject to the whims of fate? Whether it's the God of Creation, my reflection in the universe, the Great Lord of Annihilation, or the Ancient Ancestral Dragon... none of you can escape it. From the moment the stars were first lit by creation, the gears of fate began to turn. Everything that followed—creation and destruction, order and chaos, sealing and resistance—all the struggles, calculations, and sacrifices, were merely the sounds of the gears of fate meshing."

Ling Feng fell silent.

Unexpectedly, even the creator god could not escape the arrangement of so-called destiny.

"but……"

The shadow abruptly changed the subject, its gaze landing on Ling Feng. A playful glint flashed in its eyes, which were identical to Ling Feng's. "You're quite an anomaly, kid. The will of creation should have completely replaced you the moment the reflection entered your body. But it actually chose you..."

He tilted his head, looking at Ling Feng with interest. "Perhaps you do have something special about you."

"I don't care about fate or anything like that."

Ling Feng raised his head, looking calmly at the Shadow of Creation. "All I know is that there is a group of Spirit Guards outside who are risking their lives to buy me time. All I know is that my companions are still waiting for me to return. All I know is that if I stop here, countless worlds will be devoured by the Darkborn of the Dead Star, and countless lives will be annihilated."

"So, senior."

Ling Feng's voice was firm and steady, "Whether the God of Creation chose me or fate chose me, since I am still standing here, I must do what I should do. Please advise me, senior, on how to leave this place?"

The shadow stared at Ling Feng silently for a very long time.

Suddenly, he smiled.

"I suddenly understand why the Creator chose you."

The shadow's voice carried a hint of relief, as well as a strange sense of liberation. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "As for how to leave this place... you already possess the body of a creator god, although it was only reshaped by one in a billion of the power of creation, it is still a body of creation level. This space is not only the core of the Creation Realm, but also my prison, and a part of the extension of the will of creation. Your body is now of the same origin as it, so as long as you want to leave, you can do it naturally."

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then closed his eyes.

He calmed his mind and tried to "touch" this world through the subtle connection between the body of the creator god and this space.

The next moment, he indeed felt it.

It felt like returning to one's own creative realm.

Although there were still some barriers to this space that he could not see through, his consciousness soon touched a "door".

That door can be opened whenever he wants.

He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, they were clear.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Ling Feng bowed to the shadow once more, "If I can end this calamity, I will definitely come back here and find a way to help you escape."

"Help me get out of this predicament?"

The Shadow of Creation suddenly laughed, "I really didn't expect you to have such an idea."

His gaze sharpened, and after a long pause, he slowly said, "Don't you think that because I gave birth to Annihilation, I caused the fall of Creation? My existence is nothing but a huge threat to this world."

"Where there is light, there is shadow; where there is creation, there will naturally be destruction. I do not believe that destruction itself is a sin; it is simply that different choices lead to different outcomes."

Ling Feng's gaze narrowed slightly as he slowly said, "The birth of the Great Lord of Annihilation was not only due to your nurturing of the original Source of Annihilation, but also due to the Creator God's wrong choice. Therefore, if one day we can resolve the issue of the Great Lord of Annihilation, I will definitely keep my promise and come back to restore your freedom."

"Hahaha……"

The Shadow of Creation suddenly burst into loud laughter, "Fine, then I'll wait for you to return my freedom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly floated in front of Ling Feng, raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently touched Ling Feng's brow.

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly. This scene was so similar to the scene where the reflection of creation crushed him.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but then he heard the peaceful voice of the Creator's Shadow, "Don't worry, this is a good thing that the Creator left for you."

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he stopped in his tracks.

The next moment, his fingertips touched his brow.

A wisp of light flowed from the shadow's fingertip into the depths of Ling Feng's consciousness, transforming into a clear coordinate mark.

"This is?"

"Before the God of Creation returned to chaos, he left behind a portion of the secret treasures in the Temple of Eternal Silence."

The shadow withdrew its finger and said calmly, "You can understand it as the legacy of the God of Creation. You should be familiar with the Temple of Eternal Silence, after all, you have already passed the test of the Temple of Eternal Silence to be able to come here. But the Temple of Eternal Silence is too huge. Without accurate coordinates, even if you search for millions of Beast Sea Calendars inside, you will not be able to find that secret treasure."

Ling Feng was startled.

He was naturally familiar with the Temple of Eternal Silence.

This is the residence of the Star Hunter Clan. However, although the area developed by the Star Hunter Clan in the Eternal Silence Temple is already extremely large, it is only less than one ten-thousandth of the total area.

"Alright, I've told you everything I know now. Now, go do what you need to do."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and bowed to the Shadow of Creation, "Farewell, senior."

Ling Feng closed his eyes, immersing himself in his perception of this space, and subtly releasing the same primordial divine aura. He could feel that the long-awaited "door" in the dark void beneath his feet was opening to him.

When he opened his eyes again, a rift formed from pure starlight had appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Through the crack, the outline of the Gate of Creation was already faintly visible.

"senior!"

Ling Feng turned back to look at the Shadow of Creation. "I will definitely keep my promise." "Good, I hope... we will meet again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Creator Shadow completely transformed into countless pale golden specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, slowly dissipating into the dark void.

The deep darkness around us began to recede, and a milky white fog began to emerge again from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng moved his mind, and the thick fog in front of him automatically parted to the sides, revealing a straight passage.

At the end of the passage is the heavy, ancient "Gate of Creation," covered with runes.

Ling Feng glanced one last time at the direction where the Shadow of Creation had vanished. Then, without further hesitation, he turned around and strode toward the Gate of Creation.

This trip to the Spirit Abyss did not result in absorbing the Creator God's Breath within the Spirit Abyss as expected.

But what he obtained was probably far more valuable than mere divine energy.

He learned the true origins of the Darkborn of the Death Star and the God of Creation, knew the true schemes of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, and escaped the potential threat of possession by the Lord of the Abyss. Of course, most importantly, he obtained the "Body of the God of Creation"!
This divine body not only signifies the limitless enhancement of his potential and a qualitative change in the essence of his life, but also means that he truly possesses the qualification to refine the "Pillar of Creation"!

Of course, there is another point: the remaining divine energy of creation in the Spirit Abyss was not taken away by him, which means that the foundation of the Creation Realm has not been damaged for the time being.

Although the decline continues, it will not completely collapse in the short term. Naturally, the Darkborn of the Death Star, who are trapped in the Spirit Realm, are still unable to escape the interception.

This bought him valuable time.

At least, when he refines the Pillar of Creation in the future, the Lord of the Abyss should be unable to take the opportunity to cause chaos.

This is not a bad outcome, as it is a win-win situation.

"After leaving the Creation Realm, we will head to the Eternal Silence Temple to obtain the Creation Treasure! After that, we will attempt to refine the Pillar of Creation!"

It seems that the secret treasures within the Temple of Eternal Silence are far more precious than the remnants of the Creator God's Breath beneath the Spirit Abyss.

"Of course, the most important thing right now is..."

Ling Feng clenched his fists, the image of the sword-wielding spirit guard flashing through his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Senior spirit guard, you must hold on!"

……

Lingyuan.

Boom!!!

Another earth-shattering roar, mixed with a destructive shockwave of pure white and dark purple, caused the already shattered basin to collapse and cave in once more!

Countless remaining crystalline stone pillars turned to dust, and thick, purplish-destructive energy gushed from the numerous cracks in the earth, like the blood of the land.

The milky white bands of light that once floated in the air had all dissipated, leaving only a few dim, pure white wisps of light trembling in the raging storm of malevolent energy.

Bang bang bang!
Several dim white lights, entangled and corroded by the annihilating evil energy, crashed to the ground like falling stars. After twitching a few times, the white light on their surfaces completely dissipated, turning into a few wisps of weak, pure energy that unwillingly vanished into the air.

Those were fallen spirit guards!
The commander of the sword-wielding spirit guards, leaning on his cracked lightsaber, knelt on one knee on a shattered crystal floor, panting heavily.

Even its body, composed of pure energy, now appeared dim and lifeless, as if it had run out of fuel. The originally solid and bright white light of purification on its surface was now as thin as a candle flickering in the wind.

It struggled to raise its head and look in all directions.

Those spirit guards who had followed it for countless years were now reduced to a mere dozen or so, each with a broken body and dim light. They were surrounded and divided by a massive army of demons that outnumbered them by dozens of times, struggling to hold on in several battle circles.

Every moment, spirit guards were shattered and annihilated under the siege, turning into a final, faint purifying impact that took the lives of several surrounding Fiends.

But those evil spirits are impossible to kill completely.

The dark shadow that blotted out the sky hovered in mid-air behind him, its murderous aura as deep and boundless as the ocean. Every time it raised its hand, several slain demons would re-form in the churning black mist, roaring as they rejoined the battle.

This is the real "undying army".

As long as the Lord of the Abyss is alive, these Fiends will be eternal killing machines.

With each Spirit Guardian that falls, one unit of power is permanently lost.

With one side gaining and the other losing, the outcome was already predetermined.

"Ling Yuan, are you still going to struggle?"

The voice of the Lord of the Abyss came from high above, deep and indifferent, like the cold wind of the Netherworld sweeping across a shattered battlefield.

He stood in the void, his black robes fluttering in the storm of malevolent energy, his scarlet eyes looking down at the kneeling Spirit Guard Commander below, his tone full of cat-and-mouse mockery.

"Now that you can no longer draw upon the power of the Creator God, you are no match for me. A cornered beast may fight bravely, but it is utterly meaningless."

Lord Mingyuan slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, an extremely dark beam of annihilation began to condense.

The beam of light was only as thick as a thumb, yet it emitted a terrifying aura that made the entire Spirit Abyss Space tremble, as if it could erase everything from its very source. "Considering the long years we have fought, I will give you one last chance. Kneel down and submit, and I will spare your life."

The sword-wielding spirit guard stared silently at the jet-black beam of light aimed at his head. In his pure white, flame-like eyes, there was no fear, only a calm that seemed to have seen through life and death.

It slowly straightened its body, raising its cracked lightsaber once more, its tip pointing diagonally at the Lord of the Abyss, "Then I'll answer you one more time, you dare to challenge me?!"

"very good!"

The Abyss Lord's crimson gaze suddenly turned icy. "Then you shall die!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jet-black beam of light, carrying a terrifying power that could tear everything apart, pierced straight into Ling Yuan's head!

Wherever it passed, the void was directly annihilated, leaving behind a long-lasting, pitch-black trail, even swallowing up all the light.

Time seemed to stand still.

The sword-wielding spirit guard stared at the approaching black beam of light, and with all his might, raised the nearly shattered lightsaber in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him.

Pure white and pitch black are about to collide for the last time.

However, at this critical moment—

hum!
A milky-white portal appeared out of thin air in front of Ling Yuan.

A hand reached out from the portal of light.

That hand was long and strong, with distinct knuckles, and every palm line flowed with a pale golden aura of creation.

It appeared slow, as if it were just casually raised, yet it blocked the dark beam of light with unparalleled precision.

The next moment, his hand gently clenched.

laugh! ! !
The jet-black beam of light, powerful enough to pierce through all laws and annihilate all existence, was actually gripped tightly by that hand, as if grasping a struggling venomous snake. The beam of light throbbed and twisted wildly in the palm, emitting a piercing "hissing" sound, but it could not break free even slightly no matter what it did.

The Lord of the Abyss's pupils contracted sharply, his scarlet eyes fixed on that hand.

That is……

Immediately afterwards, a tall, slender figure slowly stepped out from the gate of light.

A long robe fluttered gently in the lingering aftershocks. His face was stern, his eyebrows and eyes sharp as swords, and a faint golden divine aura flowed around him.

It was none other than Ling Feng! (End of Chapter)