Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

In the crystal world, five light screens floated silently, presenting the scenes inside the five forbidden palaces to Ling Feng in their entirety.

His five companions, who had come with him, were all currently engaged in a fierce battle, giving their all for him.

The Eye of Insight hovered above the high platform, its pure, clear crystal eye reflecting five images. Its voice remained unhurried, carrying a detached indifference: "Did you see them all?"

It paused, then its eye turned to Ling Feng, its pupils shimmering with countless stars. "In the battle of the Arm of Asura, the Ancient Desolate One is already destined to lose. In other words, if you want to win this bet, at most one more person can lose in the remaining four matches. However..."

Her crystal eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting a playful glint. "It seems your companions aren't in good shape."

Ling Feng did not respond immediately.

His gaze swept over the five light screens one by one, watching the five figures fighting desperately in their respective forbidden palaces, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

"What, do you realize you have no chance of winning?"

The Eye of Insight's voice carried a hint of mockery, "It's not too late to admit defeat now. At least your companions won't have to suffer those pointless hardships anymore. And we will keep our promise and rebuild you into a body far stronger than this empty shell you have now."

Ling Feng fell silent. The term "empty shell" perfectly described his current Creator God body.

Indeed, having lost the power of the Eight Views Divine Artifacts, it is now merely an empty shell.

After a long while, he finally slowly raised his head and looked directly into those all-seeing eyes.

"Senior, you have insight into all things, can see through illusions, and can see the cause and effect and destiny of the world."

His voice was calm, yet carried an unwavering determination. "But you will never understand one thing: the resolve of my companions to protect the World Ocean! It's not just about their own survival, but about the fate of the entire Star Hunter race, and the future of countless beings within the World Oceans. This resolve cannot be extinguished by any trial. Therefore, I believe in them!"

"determination?"

For the first time, a hint of genuine confusion appeared in the Eye of Insight's voice. "I've seen this kind of emotion you speak of countless times. In the trajectories of countless destinies, it sometimes shines as brightly as a star, and sometimes it's as fragile as paper. But what makes you think that the so-called determination of your companions can overcome the source of the innate laws of this world?"

"Because I believe that human determination can overcome nature!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and let out a low shout. Immediately afterward, his gaze returned to the five light screens.

The first light screen.

In that blood-red battlefield of carnage.

Under the blood-red sky, the massive body of the Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon was completely surrounded by countless blood-red figures.

Those figures were formed entirely from pure killing intent. They had no faces, no features, only pairs of scarlet eyes and ferocious killing blades in their hands.

Tireless and fearless, they launched a frenzied attack on the ancient wilderness from all directions. Every strike was aimed at the vital points, and every slash contained the killing intent and domineering power to annihilate everything.

The ancient dragon roared, its golden claws tearing through the sky and blasting several blood-red figures into a bloody mist.

The dragon's tail swept across, shattering the bodies of dozens of blood-red figures.

The dragon breathed out, and a beam of dark golden light pierced through the battlefield, incinerating all enemies in a straight line.

However, those blood-red figures were impossible to kill completely.

Every time a blood shadow is torn apart, countless killing intents surge from all directions, reforming into an even more ferocious and violent form.

They seemed endless, like the killing intent itself.

As long as the desire to kill remains, it will never cease.

At this moment, the ancient dragon's body was covered with wounds. Several deep, bone-revealing knife marks ran diagonally from its left shoulder to its right abdomen. Dark golden dragon blood dripped continuously from its scales, pooling into a dazzling golden-red pool on the blood-red earth below.

His breathing was no longer as powerful and steady as before; each exhale became increasingly heavy.

But those dark golden dragon eyes still burned with an indomitable light.

"A mere trick! You scum dare to stop me?! Arm of Asura, is this your test? You underestimate me, Ancient Desolation!"

Huang Gu let out a deafening roar, and his body suddenly erupted with dazzling dark golden light.

With its scales standing on end and horns pointing skyward, a terrifying ancient beast spirit aura swept outwards like a tangible tsunami, instantly pulverizing dozens of blood-red figures that rushed towards it.

However, just as he was preparing to charge out of the battle, a low, cold laugh suddenly came from the depths of the battlefield.

“Interesting… Ancient Desolation, I never thought we would have a battle.”

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an ice blade that pierced directly into the depths of Huang Gu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Huang Gu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly turned his head, only to see a figure slowly emerging from the thick, almost tangible blood mist deep within the battlefield.

The figure was not tall, but it exuded a terrifying aura that could crush the void.

Its form is ever-changing, sometimes resembling a blood-dripping battle blade, sometimes a Shura clad in blood armor, and sometimes a pure and extreme condensation of killing intent.

But no matter how its form changed, its scarlet eyes remained fixed on the ancient wilderness, and deep within its pupils surged endless battle intent and killing intent.

It is indeed the Arm of Asura!

The being in charge of killing among the Eight Divine Artifacts has finally appeared.

"The Ancient Ancestral Spirit Dragon...the first innate beast spirit under the Creator."

The voice of the Asura Arm echoed across the battlefield, carrying a hint of scrutiny, a touch of amusement, but mostly undisguised excitement: "Your killing intent, your fighting spirit, your desire to win... they all make my blood boil. Come on, let me see where your limits truly lie!"

The moment the words fell, the ever-changing figure suddenly solidified, transforming into a blood-red battle blade that blotted out the sky. The blade swept across the sky, slashing down at Huang Gu with the power to annihilate all things.

Before the blade even arrived, the terrifying laws of slaughter had already torn the surrounding space apart inch by inch, creating deep, bottomless ravines in the earth, and making the blood-red sky even more crimson and dazzling under the reflection of the blade's light.

Huang Gu's pupils shrank sharply, but he did not flinch. His dragon body tensed up abruptly, and his dark golden dragon claws slammed into the descending blade!
clang!!!
The deafening clang of metal clashing exploded across the battlefield, and the terrifying shockwave ripped away and tore apart all the blood-red figures within a radius of hundreds of feet.

The ancient dragon's body was sent flying backward by the shock, and a deep knife mark was left on its claw, with dark golden dragon blood seeping out from between its claws.

The blood-red battle blade was only shaken slightly upwards, and the blood-red light on its blade did not diminish in the slightest.

"not enough!"

The Arm of Asura's voice was filled with manic pleasure, "Not enough! Again! Bring out all your power!"

The blood-red battle blade slashed down again, faster, fiercer, and more ruthless than before.

The flashes of swords formed a blood-red sky, like a reversed Milky Way, pouring wildly down upon the desolate ancient land.

Each strike contained the ultimate killing power, severing even space and time wherever it passed.

The ancient creature roared as it charged forward, its claws, tail, breath, and horns transforming into weapons from every part of its body.

The dark gold and crimson clashed fiercely in the sky, each impact like a star falling, shaking the entire battlefield violently.

But anyone could see that the Ancient Wasteland was being suppressed.

Although his attacks were ferocious, they could not shake the foundation of the Asura Arm, and every strike from the Asura Arm left new wounds on his body.

The dark golden dragon blood had already stained most of the dragon's body red, and even its once-brilliant scales had begun to dim. "Ancient Desolation..."

Ling Feng stared intently at the blood-soaked figure fighting on the light screen, his fists clenched tightly.

No wonder the Eye of Insight asserted that the Ancient Era was doomed to defeat.

The Asura Arm fought with almost no reservations; even one percent of the power of a creator god was terrifying.

Although Huanggu has a deep foundation, it has no chance of winning against an opponent of this level.

"To be able to fight the Arm of Asura to this extent, the Ancient One has grown."

The Eye of Insight's voice was calm and unwavering: "However, although it was created the earliest, its potential is not the greatest. It has already reached its limit at this level."

Ling Feng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the second light screen.

That was the test of the Hurricane's Leg.

Yu Tian sped through the endless, blue maze, her movements already pushed to their limit. She transformed into a streak of icy blue light, weaving and turning through the intricate passageways.

Behind them, countless cyan gusts of wind, tearing everything apart, relentlessly pursued them like a bone-deep infection.

Once caught by those gale-force winds, there's no doubt that even if you don't die, you'll probably lose half your life.

"Damn it, so fast!"

Yu Tian clenched his teeth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Her speed was already among the top in the Hunting Ancestors, but in this hurricane maze, it still seemed insufficient.

After all, the Hurricane Kick is a symbol of extreme speed. If it weren't for the fact that the speed of the Hurricane Kick is limited within the maze, Yu Tian would have no way to evade any of the pursuing gales.

Even so, the speed of the gales increased, leaving her barely a moment to catch her breath.

Moreover, every passageway is constantly changing, and every corner hides an unknown trap. If you are not careful, you will be caught up by the gale and torn to pieces in an instant.

His usually cool and aloof face now showed endless exhaustion.

But she dared not slow down, nor could she slow down.

"Too slow! Too slow! Run! Why aren't you running faster!"

Outside the maze, a wild laugh rang out, "Why so slow? If you don't escape the maze before the wind blades catch up, you'll be killed!"

However, the labyrinth was endless and kept expanding, making it impossible to find an exit – a pipe dream indeed.

brush!
A gust of wind grazed Yu Tian's back, and blood spurted out immediately.

Yu Tian's face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and suddenly unleashed the power of his ancestral veins, condensing large patches of ice crystal lotuses behind him. This briefly froze the pursuing gales, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

Whoosh!
Her figure shot out again, but there was no sign of retreat in her eyes.

Since she had decided to follow Ling Feng to subdue the Eight Scenery Divine Artifacts, she was determined to fight to the very end, no matter what.

Even at the cost of one's life!

"Seventh Sister..."

Ling Feng's expression grew increasingly somber, lamenting that he could only stand there watching helplessly, unable to do anything.

The third screen.

But then they saw Rong Tian sitting cross-legged on the shore, a dazzling silver light emanating from between his brows.

His mind had already sunk into the depths of that ocean of infinite knowledge, confronting those ever-changing and unpredictable problems.

Every wave that crashes in contains an ancient, long-lost principle.

Each vortex contains a profound mystery that has stumped countless wise men.

"That's so stupid! How can someone be this stupid? Even if someone is stupid, surely they can learn differential equations, right?"

"me……"

Rong Tian already had the appearance of an old man, and in this short time, his head was completely white. It was not just about answering the difficult questions of the Wise Heart, but also about squeezing the source of his soul.

Rong Tian's face began to turn pale, and large drops of sweat rolled down, dripping into the ocean of knowledge beneath his feet.

It seems that his test is the simplest, requiring neither fighting nor fleeing.

However, the mental strain also nearly caused Rong Tian to collapse.

His body began to tremble slightly. Before the wisdom of the mind, he was like a pitiful worm, insignificant and humble.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!"

Rongtian's eyes gradually became cloudy, filled with confusion.

"Oh? So, you're giving up?"

The word "give up" exploded in Rong Tian's ears.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his daze, "No, I will never give up!"

"Then, continue!"

The fourth light curtain represents the test of the Stairway to Heaven.

Shi Tian walked step by step up the gray stone steps.

The staircase floated in the endless void, with only gray stone steps leading to the sky that seemed to have no end.

Each step felt as heavy as a star, and with each step, the terrifying pressure intensified.

At this moment, Shi Tian had already climbed countless steps.

The dark gold barrier around his body had long been shattered by the pressure, and his bones creaked under the weight. Blood seeped from his cracked skin, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

But his steps remained steady, each step as firm as a mountain, without the slightest sway or hesitation.

"Legs of Rock, do you think this little bit of pressure will make me give up?"

Shi Tian's voice was hoarse and deep, yet it carried an unwavering resolve: "I am the first Ancestor of the Star Hunter Clan, bearing the fate of the entire race on my shoulders. This weight is not enough to crush me!"

He took another step, and the steps sank three inches, causing the surrounding void to ripple with the terrifying pressure.

One step at a time, and another...

A blood-soaked figure left a trail of crimson footprints on the steps, yet the trail never stopped. (End of Chapter)