Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

In a short time, more than half of the eight hunting ancestors volunteered to take on the task.

The Juntian Clan Chief watched this scene in silence for a long time before finally raising his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

“I understand your intentions.”

His voice remained as steady as ever. After a moment of contemplation, he continued, "But the World Sea still needs someone to guard it. The seal on the Pillar of Creation is gradually weakening, the frequency of the aura of destruction is increasing, and the casualties of the Shadow Hunting Group are also rising. If we all go out in force, there will be no one to deal with it if something happens to the World Sea."

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Shi Tian. "Shi Tian, ​​you are the first hunting ancestor of our clan, second only to me in strength. You will lead the team on this trip to the Forbidden Palace and must ensure the safety of Ninth Brother."

"Yes." Shi Tian bowed and accepted the order.

"Yaotian, Yutian, Rongtian".

Jun Tian continued calling out names, "The three of you, come along too."

"Yes!" the three answered in unison.

"As for the Azure Heaven, the Vast Heaven, the Floating Heaven, and the Dark Heaven."

Jun Tian looked at the other four Hunting Ancestors, "You will stay with me to guard the World Sea, strengthen the defense of the various sealing nodes, and prevent the Dark Descendants of the Death Star from taking advantage of the situation to cause trouble."

"As ordered!"

After making the arrangements, Jun Tian turned to Ling Feng, his tone softening slightly, "Ninth Brother, are you satisfied with this arrangement? The Forbidden Palace is fraught with danger, and these four are the strongest fighters our clan can currently muster. If it's still not enough, I—"

"That's enough, that's enough."

Ling Feng interrupted him and solemnly cupped his hands towards Jun Tian, ​​"Thank you, Clan Chief. The presence of four Hunting Ancestors is already a great help. Moreover, with the Ancient One accompanying us, our chances of success on this trip have greatly increased."

Four of the eight hunting ancestors were dispatched, including the strongest, Shi Tian.

It can be said that the Juntian Clan Chief has shown the utmost sincerity.

Moreover, this time, the capture of the Eight Views Divine Artifacts was not something that could be achieved simply by having more people.

Ultimately, success or failure will likely depend on whether his divine creation body is truly reliable.

He paused, then suddenly remembered something, looked at Huang Gu, and said, "By the way, Huang Gu, since the Eight Divine Artifacts represent the various parts of the divine body transformed from the eight innate origins of the Creator God, do you know about the Evil Eye of the Creator God, Apollos?"

Back in the world of miracles, Ling Feng encountered the gambling spirit, Apollos.

Later, I also heard the Night Mother say that Apollos was the evil eye abandoned by the creator god.

Based on this logic, could it be similar to the Eight Views Divine Artifacts?

"Apollos..."

The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon's gaze sharpened, as if it were lost in deep memories.

After a long while, his eyes lit up, as if he had finally thought of something, and he blurted out, "Could it be him? You said it's the evil eye of the creator god?"

"Correct!"

Ling Feng nodded. "It is indeed known as the Evil Eye abandoned by the God of Creation. I encountered it in my original world. The power it wields is completely different from the power in my original world."

The incredible nature of the Gambling Prison lies in the fact that no matter what level of strength you possess, once the Gambling Prison is activated, you must honestly complete the gamble according to the rules.

Otherwise, they will be drained dry by the Soul Eater's Threads.

This is an absolute power that transcends all divine laws, and from Ling Feng's current perspective, the Prison of Gamblers is almost comparable to the laws of creation.

The reason Ling Feng was able to open the Prison of Gamblers was not because he had mastered the corresponding laws of creation, but rather because the spirit of gamblers, Apollos, temporarily lent him his power.

"That must be it. I never expected it to exist in your original world. It seems your original world was not an ordinary world bubble!"

Huang Gu's expression hardened slightly, then he shook his head and laughed, "Indeed, since you were able to obtain a wisp of the Creator God's breath and come to the World Sea, how could the world you originally came from be ordinary?"

"The Ancient Wasteland, what exactly is it that you're talking about?" Ling Feng couldn't help but ask.

Huang Gu took a deep breath before returning to the main topic, "The Apollos that the Lord mentioned should also be a being born from the Reflection World, even earlier than the birth of the Great Lord of Annihilation. However, unlike the Great Lord of Annihilation who almost obtained the complete shadow of the Creator God, the Evil Eye is merely a trace of the Creator God's desire, fused with the shadow of his left eye."

Ling Feng nodded slightly. So this was the origin of Apollos.

It seems that it didn't just randomly try to claim a connection with the creator god; there really is some connection between them.

Then Huang Gu continued, "Because it was born from the desire of the creator god, it was erased by the creator god shortly after it took shape, so I don't have much of an impression of it. But according to you, it should not have completely disappeared. Instead, it left behind a wisp of desire, which mixed into the World Sea and eventually drifted to your original world. As for Apollos, it should be the name it gave itself."

"Therefore, it is fundamentally different from the Eight Divine Artifacts. But after all, it also originates from the God of Creation. I even suspect that the wisp of the God of Creation that you first obtained, my lord, may have originated from the Evil Eye. Of course, this is just my guess."

"This...hehe..."

Ling Feng chuckled dryly a few times. "Perhaps, but the Creation God's Breath I obtained came from a place called the Myriad Manifestations Source Tower. Within the Myriad Manifestations Source Tower, there is a guardian resembling a giant jellyfish, named Astarte. Ancient Desolation, are you familiar with him?"

"Astartes?"

Huang Gu shook his head. "Perhaps there is some connection between the Lord's original world and the God of Creation that even I am unaware of. It seems that the Lord's original world was indeed a rather special existence."

All the hunters also stared intently at Ling Feng.

Perhaps Ling Feng's return with the aura of the Creator God was by no means a coincidence.

"Even you didn't know..."

Ling Feng shook his head. This time, the Desolate Ancient Realm had answered many of his doubts, but new questions arose.

The world of miracles is indeed not as simple as it seems.

So, does the other chosen one, Taiyi, mentioned by Astartes, know any other secrets?
Perhaps he is not simply the head of the Tribunal?
Ling Feng shook his head. Since he couldn't figure it out for the time being, there was no need to add to his worries.

The road home is almost here.

Once he obtains the secret treasure left behind by the God of Creation and refines the Pillar of Creation, he will be able to return.

In time, everything will be revealed.

The immediate priority is to go to the Forbidden City and subdue the Eight Views Divine Artifacts.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly looked at the Juntian Clan Chief. The next moment, he flipped his right hand, and an ancient scroll of crystal appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The crystal shimmered with a pale golden light, its surface covered with countless mysterious runes, faintly emanating an ancient and vast aura.

The moment all the Hunter Ancestors present saw the crystal, their expressions changed.

The mysterious runes floating above the crystal were clearly the contents of the "Ancestral God Technique".

"Ninth Brother, this...this is..."

Juntian's voice trembled slightly.

He invited Ling Feng to the Holy Hunting Palace with the intention of making a deal with him to obtain the complete "Ancestral God Technique".

At the time, Ling Feng vehemently denied it, saying that he had not obtained any complete version of the Ancestral God Technique.

The scene from back then is still vivid in my mind. I never expected that he would actually take out the Ancestral God Technique now!

"The final secret scroll of the Ancestral God Manual".

Ling Feng handed the crystal to Jun Tian, ​​his tone calm. "This is the complete content of the 'Ancestral God Technique' passed down to me by my adoptive father. I have made a complete copy of it. The clan leader is now at the peak of the seventh meridian, only one step away from the eighth. With the help of this secret scroll, given the clan leader's talent and accumulated experience, breaking through to the eighth meridian will surely be just around the corner." Of course, this does not mean that Jun Tian's talent is superior to Xi Huang's. Rather, it means that Xi Huang has been dormant in the Eternal Fallen Ruins for too long, and the difficulty of breaking through within the Eternal Fallen Ruins is incomparable to that outside.

He chuckled dryly and scratched the back of his head. "I did lie to the clan chief that day. I hope the clan chief won't take offense. Haha."

"How could this be..."

Jun Tian's expression immediately became somewhat awkward.

How could he not want the complete Ancestral God Technique? But now he has decided to do his best to assist Ling Feng in refining the Pillar of Creation. So how could he add to his greed?

"Cough cough..."

After a long pause, he coughed a few times and slowly said, "Since this was passed down to you by the Emperor Xi, how could I..."

Jun Tian declined, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the crystal.

He had been stuck at the peak of the Seven Meridians for far too long, and this secret scroll was like a timely rain after a long drought to him.

"Chieftain."

Ling Feng placed the crystal directly into Jun Tian's hand, his gaze frank. "With the great battle imminent, this is not the time to hoard our treasures. If the clan leader can break through to the eighth meridian, not only will the Star Hunting Clan have one more true top expert, but we will also have a better chance of refining the Pillar of Creation. What do you think, clan leader?"

Jun Tian held the crystal, feeling as if it weighed an immense weight.

He gave Ling Feng a deep look, then solemnly put the crystal into his pocket, bowed deeply to Ling Feng, and said, "Ninth Brother, your cultivation level is indeed beyond my reach. Thank you!"

"You're too kind, Chieftain."

Ling Feng quickly helped him up and said with a smile, "I hope that by the time I return from the Forbidden Palace, the Clan Chief will have successfully condensed the Eighth Ancestral Vein!"

Jun Tian couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. If only it were that simple.

"I hope so."

He nodded, then looked at the other Hunting Ancestors and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, from this day forward, all members of our clan who have reached the Hunting Ancestor realm and condensed their ancestral veins may study the final secret scroll of the Ancestral God Technique!"

He glanced back at Ling Feng and said slowly, "Ninth Brother, you've said too much. With a great battle imminent, this is not the time to be stingy. Only by raising our overall strength can we increase our chances of victory!"

For a moment, all the hunters showed expressions of surprise and delight.

Ling Feng has indeed brought about a completely new transformation.

In the near future, the entire world's oceans will be changed because of him!
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The world of miracles.

The third city of natural disasters, the bottom city.

The air in the bottom city is always filled with a pungent smell mixed with rust, decay and inferior energy liquid.

This is the seventh day since Ru Feng and his group arrived at the bottom city of the Third Calamity.

From the second city of natural disasters, it moved to the first city of natural disasters, and then to the fifth city of natural disasters...

After several searches, several more months had passed.

At this moment, they stayed at a hotel called "Rusty Gear".

A three-story building converted from the hull of an old gunboat, its exterior walls covered in dark red rust, and its ventilation ducts occasionally spewing out thick smoke with sparks.

Still no news.

Han Tian pushed open the door and entered the room, patted the gray-black dust off his shoulders, and then took off the purification mask from his face.

The black dust is the unique "Fangus Black Snow" of Bottom City. It is the product of the waste gas produced by the large-scale refining of Fangus crystals, mixed with the already harsh air of Bottom City.

In this bottom city, snow falls year-round. Ordinary people in the bottom city live in such an environment. If they cannot afford to replace their air purifiers, their internal organs will be corroded by the black snow, and they will often die a very tragic death.

Even ordinary Truth-level deities would not dare to be exposed to such an environment for an extended period of time.

Inside the room, Ru Feng stood in front of the only round porthole, gazing at the eternal night outside.

The bottom city has no natural light, only countless erratic flashing neon billboards, malfunctioning indicator lights, and floating car lights creating light pollution that tears open gaps in the thick darkness.

Yan Jinghong sat in the corner wiping the Ice Soul Longsword, the blade reflecting his feminine appearance.

Hua Feng sat in a corner of the room. After living in the city for some time, the drunken and decadent look on his face had faded a lot. Although there were still shadows in his eyes, at least his eyes had regained focus.

The cheap donkey sat with its legs crossed on the only broken sofa, munching on a piece of fruit it had somehow gotten its hands on.

"Sigh, I've asked around the entire black market in the southeast region."

Han Tian grabbed a half-empty bottle of filtered water from the table, took a swig, and frowned. "I've been running around for ages, and finally one informant said that three months ago someone saw someone with a similar build to Professor Yang Ning in the 'Slag Zone,' but there's not a single clue. And they still want to ask me for crystal shavings!"

"As expected."

As Ru Feng turned around, her face revealed Xing Ya's cold yet calm expression.

They came to the bottom city initially for two reasons: firstly, to gain experience; and secondly, to undergo trials.

Secondly, we need to find the Northern Underworld God of War and Professor Yang Ning to assist us.

As a result, months were wasted, and countless places were visited, but the final outcome was often nothing.

On the contrary, it almost attracted the attention of the adjudication committee several times.

Although the city was relatively chaotic, the tribunal was not able to fully control it.

But the more times it is exposed, the more likely the court will send in reinforcements.

At that time, it will probably be quite troublesome.

She sighed softly, then walked to the metal table in the center of the room and unfolded a hand-drawn map of the Third Calamity City's Bottom City area.

This was pieced together by them over seven days based on intelligence from multiple sources.

She tapped the location already confirmed on the map and said in a deep voice, "The Northern Underworld God of War was once a wanted criminal by the Tribunal, and Professor Yang even took away the core technology of the Supreme Research Institute. If they were so easy to find, they would have been captured by the Tribunal long ago."

"So we're just going to wait like this?"

The donkey spat out the fruit pit, wiped its mouth, and said, "This place is no fun at all. The environment is terrible. Although I'm not a germaphobe, I don't want to spend every day in this awful place. Look at my once-proud mane, it's all rotten!"

"Of course we won't just wait around!"

Just then, Yan Jinghong sheathed his longsword, walked to the table, and pointed to an area marked with a red circle in the northwest corner of the map: "I received some news today that there have been abnormal energy fluctuations in the garbage city in the original ditch area recently."

"The sewer area?"

Ru Feng's gaze sharpened. She had heard Huang Shaotian say before that he and her father had started their confrontation with the Tribunal in the ditch area of ​​the Third Calamity City.

Back then, the Clergy had completely burned down the Digou District in order to capture Ling Feng. Unexpectedly, many years later, it has now become a huge garbage city.

However, upon closer reflection, this place is indeed a good hiding spot. (End of Chapter)