Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"You, kneel down!"

Ling Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it struck the heart of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon like a heavy hammer.

The pale golden divine aura surrounding him flickered like breathing, and his deep eyes calmly gazed at the boss he had once respected.

It must be admitted that without the arrangement of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, how could those behemoth overlords have assisted him so wholeheartedly?

Without their help, he could not have comprehended the creation of the world step by step, condensed the singularity, and arrived at the Temple of Eternal Silence more smoothly.

Regardless of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's initial purpose, it did indeed help me a lot.

But it was precisely this "boss" to whom he was genuinely grateful that pushed him into an abyss from which there was almost no hope of redemption.

If the creator god truly intended to possess him, he could never have emerged alive.

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon was clearly stunned for a moment.

He stared blankly at Ling Feng, at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, at the unreadable expression deep in those eyes.

Do not!
That's not right!
That was neither the master's face nor the master's voice.

But none of that matters. The key issue is that the owner never speaks to him in that tone or looks at him with that kind of gaze.

Even when he made a big mistake and completely angered his master, the master simply looked at him calmly and said, "Don't do it again."

That gentleness and inclusiveness is also the most important reason why he has always followed the God of Creation and spared no effort to awaken the God of Creation.

But now, after finally "resurrecting" his master, he is met not with gratitude, but with a chilling indifference.

This "master"—his gaze was so cold.

The cold was so unfamiliar to Huang Gu that it caused a crack to appear in the ecstasy that had been forming in his heart.

But the aura emanating from him was undeniably genuine.

The divine aura emanating from that body, the primordial divine breath that resonated faintly with the depths of the Spirit Abyss, the pale golden divine radiance that shared the same origin as the Eternal Silence Temple, and the supreme pressure that made even the first innate beast spirit created by the primordial god feel instinctive awe.

Yes, that is the body of the Creator God!
All of this is absolutely true!

Master, you're back!

He returned in Ling Feng's body!

But why, why did the master's eyes and attitude change so much?

Yes!

Huang Gu could only console himself that it must be because far too much time had passed.

So long that his own memory began to blur, so long that he could hardly recall his master's expression and tone of voice when he spoke.

The master had been asleep for so long and had just awakened; his memories had not even fully returned.

That's probably why he's so distant and indifferent towards me.

Yes, that must be it!

Although he was deceiving himself, at this moment, he had no doubt that the master in front of him was not actually the creator god.

He refused to believe even the slightest possibility.

Huang Gu swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the subtle unease in his heart.

He lowered his head, avoiding Ling Feng's gaze, and bent his knees slightly, about to kneel down.

At that very moment—

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three immense pressures descended from the sky without warning, interrupting Huang Gu's actions.

Three figures streaked across the gray sky like shooting stars and landed on the floating island.

The leader was tall and slender with a calm and composed face; he was none other than the First Hunting Ancestor, Shi Tian. The man on the left wore a gray robe and exuded a sharp and ruthless aura; he was the Second Hunting Ancestor, Cang Tian. The man on the right was a taciturn middle-aged man with a cold and stern expression; he was none other than the Third Hunting Ancestor, Hao Tian.

The three great hunter ancestors arrived almost immediately after the ancient era.

As soon as they stood still, they saw the figure surrounded by a pale golden divine light, and the ancient ancestral spirit dragon standing in front of that figure.

Immediately afterward, another figure rushed in from a distance.

The figure moved slightly slower, his brows furrowed with urgency and anxiety; it was none other than the Eighth Hunting Ancestor, Rongtian.

He landed on the edge of the floating island, his gaze fixed on Ling Feng, whose familiar face now seemed somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Looking at the pale golden divine aura surrounding Ling Feng and the illusory image of the sixth ancestral vein, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Ling Feng, are you really still yourself now?

It also says that, as the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon said, you have been possessed by the God of Creation and have become the second God of Creation.
He wanted to rush up, to grab Ling Feng's shoulders and question him loudly, but in the end he didn't move.

He dared not confirm, and was afraid to confirm.

If Ling Feng was indeed possessed, then the person who personally sent Ling Feng into the Creation Realm was the "executioner" who ultimately pushed him into the abyss.

He had solemnly promised that as long as Ling Feng returned, he would definitely stand by his side, help him become the ruler of the Star Hunter Clan, help him refine the Pillar of Creation, and help him return to his homeland!

However, now all of this seems to have become empty talk and lies.

The creator god has returned; he certainly has the ability to solve everything.

But what about Ling Feng?

What happened to that boy who trusted himself and kept calling himself "Myna"?
Was he simply erased like that?
Thinking of this, Rong Tian's eyes turned slightly red.

Ling Feng, in the end, I'm the one who wronged you!
"What exactly is going on?"

Finally, it was the Second Hunting Ancestor, Cangtian, who broke the silence first. His voice was deep and cold. His gaze swept over the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, then over Ling Feng, and finally landed on Yao Tian. "Sixth Brother, it seems you arrived first. What happened here?"

"I also want to know what happened."

Yao Tian shrugged, looking helpless. "Ling—uh, cough cough, this guy just came out of the Creation Realm, and then the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon rushed over, insisting that he was the God of Creation and demanding that my seventh sister and I kneel down to him."

Cangtian frowned, Haotian remained silent, while Shitian's gaze sharpened as he carefully examined Ling Feng.

They all sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from Ling Feng. His divine body, the embodiment of creation, was resonating with the Pillar of Creation from afar in a wondrous way.

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon even called him "Master".

They certainly understand the implications behind this.

"This……"

The three hunting ancestors looked at each other, wanting to pay their respects to Ling Feng, the "God of Creation," but not knowing how to do so.

Should we kneel down?

The Creator who created everything is naturally also the true master of their Star Hunter clan, and in principle, they should kneel in worship.

Just then, the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon took a deep breath, looked at the four Hunting Ancestors who had descended afterward, and its voice regained its previous composure of controlling everything.

"Now that everyone has arrived, that's good. There's no need for further speculation. Standing before you is the only true god in the entire world, the God of Creation himself."

He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Master has been revived with the help of the divinely favored Ling Feng. From now on, all the crises of your Star Hunter clan will vanish. Under Master's boundless power, the seal of the Pillar of Creation will be re-established, and the Darkborn of the Dead Star will be completely suppressed. The sacrifices and protection of your Star Hunter clan for generations have finally come to their ultimate meaning."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his voice filled with an indescribable excitement and relief, before finally looking at Ling Feng.

“Master, you’ve finally returned! I’ve waited for this day for far too long.”

His voice began to tremble slightly, and a hint of tears welled up in his eyes, which were filled with the marks of time. "I have exhausted all my efforts, planned for eternity, and even been willing to pay any price, but as long as my master can return, everything I have done will be worthwhile."

"All the costs, and within those costs..."

A calm voice interrupted him; it was Ling Feng.

Huang Gu raised his head and looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng remained standing in the same spot, his body surrounded by a faint golden divine radiance that flickered uncertainly, his deep eyes revealing no emotion.

Does this also include sacrificing innocent people?

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's expression froze instantly.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

He wanted to say that it was a last resort, that everything was worthwhile for the resurrection of his master, and that the sacrifice of that chosen one was an honor, not a misfortune.

But when he saw Ling Feng's calm, almost indifferent eyes, all his words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Your Majesty!"

Ling Feng spoke again, his voice still calm, yet carrying an irresistible authority.

The floating island was deathly silent.

Rong Tian clenched his fists, staring intently at Ling Feng's figure. So now, is the God of Creation seeking justice for Ling Feng?

Yao Tian and Yu Tian exchanged a glance, both seeing the complex emotions in each other's eyes.

The three great hunting ancestors, Shitian, Cangtian, and Haotian, remained silent, each with a different expression, but their eyes were all fixed on Ling Feng.

As for Cliff and the other Star Hunters, they didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

Goodness gracious, what a spectacle this is today!

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying!
In the midst of this deathly silence, a pale golden streak of light swept down from the horizon and landed silently above the floating island.

The figure was enveloped in a dazzling silver light, with countless phantoms of the river of time flowing around him, the past, present, and future intertwined to form a vast scroll of time and space.

It was Jun Tian, ​​the patriarch of the Star Hunting Clan.

He didn't land, but hovered quietly in mid-air, his deep, abyss-like eyes looking at the scene below, his expression calm and unreadable.

After a moment of silence, Jun Tian bowed deeply towards Ling Feng's direction, "Jun Tian, ​​the current patriarch of the Star Hunting Clan, pays respects to the God of Creation!"

However, Ling Feng ignored Jun Tian, ​​his gaze remaining fixed on the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, and continued, "I want you to kneel down!"

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon gritted its teeth and finally slowly bent its knees, kneeling on one knee at Ling Feng's feet in full view of everyone.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Ling Feng in the eye; his usually proud head finally drooped.

"Raise your head!"

Ling Feng's voice was like a cold blade, each word scraping against the heart of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, "Look at me!"

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon struggled to raise its head, its dark golden eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was confusion, unease, and bewilderment, but not the thing Ling Feng wanted to see.

In fact, this was Ling Feng's last chance for the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon.

If he showed even the slightest hint of remorse, Ling Feng could at least convince himself not to hold the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's previous schemes against him.

In any case, without the impetus of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, he would not have been able to reach this point.

He could not help but understand the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's loyalty to the God of Creation.

But if he doesn't care about his own life or death at all, then he can no longer regard the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon as a trusted elder brother.

“Huang Gu, I do not want you to kneel before the God of Creation.”

Ling Feng took a deep breath and continued, "But to Ling Feng, who has always trusted you and regarded you as his elder brother, I want you to kneel down and admit your mistakes! He treated you as his elder brother, but you only saw him as a vessel to resurrect your master? Huang Gu, I only ask you one question: from beginning to end, in your heart, what exactly is that Ling Feng? A pawn? A tool? Or a piece of trash that can be discarded after use?"

The face of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon turned deathly pale.

His lips trembled slightly, and his dark golden eyes churned with indescribable complex emotions.

He did indeed use Ling Feng as a vessel to resurrect his master, and he did indeed deceive Ling Feng's trust.

But he had no choice.

Or rather, in his mind, that choice never existed.

“Huang Gu, answer me truthfully.”

Ling Feng took a step forward, his aura spreading out like a tangible force. "What exactly do you take him for?"

"I……"

The face of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon grew increasingly pale.

He remained silent for a long, long time before finally raising his head. A complex and indescribable look flashed in his eyes, but more than that, it was a stubborn and almost obstinate determination.

He truly felt guilty.

But what does this guilt amount to compared to his determination to resurrect his master?
"Your subordinate has indeed failed him. But I will never regret it. Even if I could do it all over again, I would still make the same choice. To resurrect my master, I am willing to do anything and bear any guilt. I, the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, have no regrets!"

"But if my master wishes to punish me, I am willing to give my life in return!"

The next moment, he lifted his robe and knelt down.

"I, the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon, have failed my ninth brother, Ling Feng. I hereby kowtow and confess my sins!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
He kowtowed three times in succession, each thud resounding.

The dull sound echoed across the floating island, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

The next moment, he clenched his fists, suddenly raised his head, and let out a roar that was almost a scream.

"I will repay him with this life!!!"

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand, and a powerful ancient beast spirit force condensed wildly in his palm, transforming into a terrifying palm print capable of shattering stars, which slammed down on his own crown!

"stop!"

Ling Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Huang Gu.

He grabbed Huang Gu's wrist tightly, his palm only inches away from the top of Huang Gu's head, and the sharp wind from his palm cut off several strands of Huang Gu's gray hair.

He finally made his move.

That cry of "Ninth Brother" made Ling Feng realize that, at least for a moment, the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon wasn't simply using him as a pawn.

Now that he is willing to pay with his life, what else can I say?
"That's enough, boss."

Ling Feng grabbed Huang Gu's wrist and slowly said, "Let's leave it at that. I won't pursue this any further."

The ancient ancestral spirit dragon's expression changed at first, then its eyes widened, "Wait, what...did you call me?"

At this moment, no matter how much he tried to deceive himself or how unwilling he was to believe the obvious answer, he finally realized the truth.

The person before him was not the creator god at all; he was simply too eager and too obsessed with the resurrection of the creator god. (End of Chapter)