The peerless black hand that covers the sky

Chapter 1147 Sprout!

Chu Feng sat up.

He was already no different from a corpse. Overwhelmed by extreme regret, pain, and sorrow, he didn't want to move, didn't want to think, didn't want his mind to be disturbed, and wanted to remain completely silent and never wake up again.

Even though he knew the "cause and effect," the experiences of the village elders and relatives, their tragic decline and sacrifice, were all their own free will and had nothing to do with him.

but……

To save the world and to awaken his "relic," he paid such a great price. Even though his relatives and friends thought it was worth it, how could he let go of his conscience?
I froze myself, and silenced my heart.

Until a delicate fragrance wafts through the air, refreshing and invigorating.

It not only affects a person's sense of smell, but also the soul, soothing all kinds of heartaches, nourishing the tormented soul, and bringing Chu Feng back to his senses from a numb world.

—The tragedy has already happened. If we continue to be so decadent, will the blood of our relatives and friends be shed in vain?
—The paths of those teachers, relatives and friends ended here, but their last wishes live on, and they went on to save the world one after another... Should we let them die with regrets?

Put yourself in his shoes... The tragedy here is just a part of the sins committed by the evil mastermind behind the wicked schemes of the Evil Ancestor. One day, it may cause such a tragedy to befall the whole world, creating countless more heartbroken people like him. Shouldn't this be stopped? Having weathered the storm, we must hold an umbrella for those who come after us!

……

Too much is too much.

But ultimately, it was just a faint thought, the weakest and most indistinct voice within Chu Feng's heart echoing repeatedly, gradually growing louder—

revenge!

"I can't die...I want revenge!"

"Evil Ancestor, you... wait for me!"

The fragrance is like firewood, igniting the fire of faith, burning away isolation, pain, and sorrow. A blurry figure gradually becomes clear in this raging fire—an indelible obsession!

Dying is simple; all pain can end, there will be no more sadness, no more madness from pain... But Chu Feng was not that fragile. He overcame all the darkness and ruin, allowing his spirit to rise from ruin, to revive from annihilation, and to be refined into true gold in the flames!
He struggled to sit up, the power of his belief supporting his mind and body, and his gaze fell upon the lake.

At that crucial moment, it was that wisp of fragrance that, like a lifeline, made him realize something; otherwise, he might have remained depressed for a very long time.

Chu Feng saw it; it was a... blue lotus.

The lake is filled with lotus flowers, but only this one is truly transcendent.

In terms of appearance, it is not much different from other lotus flowers.

But it was too miraculous, its fragrance wafting, enlightening the true self, and saving people from suffering.

"Uncle Jiang..."

Chu Feng murmured, thinking of the elders in the village.

The lotus flowers in that entire lake were all planted by this old man. He used to often beg him for lotus seeds and lotus roots to try.

Little did I know that our parting would be forever.

Even more unexpectedly, after the old man passed away, the lotus flowers continued to bloom, and such a surprising change occurred!

"Is this... a backup plan you left for me?"

"You... knew you would die in battle, and you also knew I would return one day, so you left behind this priceless treasure?"

Chu Feng staggered to his feet, walked to the lakeside, and gazed at the blue lotus.

Ryoma followed behind him, his eyes filled with a very... subtle expression.

'This blue lotus... it looks strangely familiar.'

It involuntarily reminded it of an "adult".

Anyone who knows or deeply understands that person's detailed life experience will involuntarily exclaim - this is simply a genius in the art of currying favor with powerful figures. If Heaven had not created such a person, the art of currying favor with powerful figures would have remained in darkness for eternity!
People often say that a certain pollen emperor was incredibly lucky. He was originally just an ordinary ornamental flower, but because he was favored and loved by a being above the sacrificial path, he underwent a transformation beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and eventually became the sacrificial emperor in later generations.

but!
Speaking of being favored, this pollen emperor pales in comparison to another celestial flower!
Three!

At least three beings above the level of sacrificial rites had interacted with it, and that celestial flower had received their baptism!
Chaos Green Lotus... Azure Emperor!
Huang, Ye, Jiang... This is practically a legend, a myth, in the world of clinging to powerful figures!
Now, Longma has seen the blue lotus here again, this is simply... simply...

'I need to learn...'

Longma secretly widened his eyes, mentally taking notes.

Chu Feng was unaware of all this; he was simply staring blankly at the blue lotus.

The blue lotus was tiny and delicate, but at this moment it possessed an indescribable overwhelming power that was impacting his soul.

That faint fragrance is nothing more than a scrap of this trend!

In a daze, a scroll suddenly appeared, containing all the eras and beings of this world, every moment, every point in time, past, present, and future.

Viewing this painting evoked a strange emotion, as if I were split in two, both within and outside the painting… The self within the painting severed all ego, relinquished all good, evil, and attachment, merging with the workings of the supreme Dao, to wander and experience the most vast realm of the Dao—

The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon; the Great Dao is nameless, yet it nurtures all things!
But the self outside the painting reverses everything, forgetting the Tao after attaining it, regaining the self after losing the self, serene and natural, transcending the outside world.

Ultimately, the world within and outside the painting intertwines and grinds against each other, silently transforming into a millstone, writing the cycle of reincarnation!

Reincarnation takes place in the world, where one experiences love, hate, and passion, becoming so immersed in these emotions that one cannot extricate oneself.

At the end of life, death leads the way, washing away all emotions, memories, and obsessions. All the "acquired" impurities disappear. What remains then?
It is the most fundamental "innate" thing in this world, the essential mystery. Life is like a dream, a bubble, thoughts arise and fall, and relationships come together and disperse!

"Reincarnation..."

Chu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen hope and grasped a chance for survival.

"Yes, all tragedies can be averted, as long as one is strong enough, as long as the cycle of reincarnation passes... and the reflection..."

"but……"

His gaze dimmed again.

Reflection is not a top secret in this era; most cultivators who have reached a certain level know something about it.

But reflection is not a panacea.

Reflection is rewriting the facts.

Since it involves rewriting, there will be resistance.

Under normal circumstances, it's fine; the only obstacle is this vast world, and any Immortal Emperor can defy it.

However, once it involves an even more terrifying being, someone who surpasses even the Immortal Emperor, who takes action and puts a final judgment on certain matters, then there is no way to rewrite them!

To attempt to rewrite it, one must encounter a roadblock, a supreme being who has previously established an ironclad case!
Chu Feng fell silent, feeling utterly powerless from the depths of his being.

To salvage the situation, he must confront the entity that destroyed the entire village...

He's fighting the Evil Ancestor?!
It wasn't that he lacked confidence, but he genuinely couldn't see much hope.

To become an Immortal Emperor?

Not enough, far from enough.

Becoming a sacrificial priest? That probably won't work either.

You need to know, what kind of people were those villagers who had raised him in this village?
They were all Immortal Emperors, some even possessing the Dao of Sacrifice. They were the pinnacle of their respective historical periods, the protagonists of their great eras, and the most brilliant figures of their time. Yet, they were all slaughtered in one-sided terms before the Evil Ancestor and perished.

Emperors fall and people perish, dying tragically in battle. Their most desperate display of power only caused the Evil Ancestor to bleed slightly, and he might recover in the blink of an eye!

How do you fight an opponent like that?
Chu Feng felt heavy-hearted.

but.

No matter how difficult it is, he is determined to keep going!
"Perhaps, this era..."

He looked at Qinglian and thought about the chaos of this era... He could do something about it; this was the legacy that Grandpa Jiang had left him.

I don't know what method was used, but among the ordinary lotus flowers in a lake, one flower underwent an astonishing and world-defying transformation. It's hard to imagine what kind of Dao fruit could start from the "self" of a living being, severing dissenting thoughts and erasing delusions...

Chu Feng summoned the Time Furnace, guided the blue lotus, and carefully brought it to his side.

After careful consideration, he planted the blue lotus within his body and nourished it with his own life force.

Rumble!
A Celestial King, whose radiant life energy transformed into a vast ocean, where a blue lotus took root and swayed gently, creating a wondrous scene reminiscent of a blue lotus growing in a sea of ​​suffering.

Chu Feng had a very subtle feeling. He felt comfortable all over his body. Although his heart was full of wounds, depression and pain, his body was improving and even reaching its peak.

He felt inexplicably better, and at the same time, he felt a strange sense of connection... as if he had some kind of affinity with this blue lotus, as if he had once shamelessly clung to its leg and recognized it as his elder brother.

It's hard to imagine such a scene... A blue lotus flower clutches something tightly, wailing, "My half-brother!"

"I finally found you!"

"Our Lotus Clan can finally stand tall!"

Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "We need to separate ourselves from the plant lineage. I've had enough of those people's pity for the mentally challenged," and "Brother, you have to give me a hand. I think I've been eating too many leaf-blood buns."

Chu Feng shook his head and erased these messy, fleeting images.

He's probably gone mad; under immense mental stress, he's started having wild, incoherent thoughts.

"I must take revenge..." he muttered to himself, forcing himself to use all his intelligence to focus on revenge.

Otherwise, he feared his condition would worsen, and he would become insane, experiencing auditory and visual hallucinations.

But what should I do?

He needs power, power that can rewrite everything.

He possessed a great deal of knowledge, and now his origins have been revealed in a shocking way.

It's fair to say that he's practically the protagonist of a folktale.

However, the evil ancestor he is about to face is suspected to be... the protagonist from the prehistoric era!
They left earlier and went further than him, and in this era, they have grasped an invincible trend!

Although we learned from the village chief's dying words that he had hope of thwarting the evil ancestor's plot.

But... what about those relics?! Awaken to enlightenment!

He really had no clue what to do!

So far, he has only made a tiny, insignificant innovation on the path of pollen, and it is still just a prototype. He has not even truly crossed the threshold of becoming a Dao Ancestor.

Even if one becomes the Dao Ancestor, so what?

What if one continues to progress on the path of pollen cultivation, becoming an Immortal Emperor, or even a Sacrificial Ceremony Master?

In this era, countless outstanding individuals have proven one path... pollen road is indeed not very effective!

not to mention.

The pollen road is someone else's road, and it has hidden limitations, so it can't be said to be completely suitable for him.

In a showdown of the highest level, any slight mismatch or flaw could be the cause of defeat.

"If I were to be reborn from relics..."

"The 'death' of all human realms gave me the starting point of 'life'..."

"Leave the ashes, process them again, consider the terrain and layout..."

"I should forge a path that matches these conditions and becomes the core of my fighting force..."

Chu Feng walked through the desolate village, looking nostalgically at the environment where he once lived, at the dark red marks in the corners, and the voices and smiles of his relatives and friends were vividly before his eyes, carefully engraved in his heart.

Then, he left without looking back, walking on this star, measuring the mountains and rivers with his own two feet.

At the same time, he earnestly sought advice from Longma, this prehistoric creature with a grand background.

"You're asking me about the methods of the Samsara Seal, and the technique of burying the earth in the source of heaven? You want the most secret, unrevealed insights?"

Longma was puzzled and advised, "Young man, let me tell you, this method is actually not very good and not worth learning."

"I understand your desire to become stronger, but to be honest, this path is fraught with hidden dangers."

"Back then, my friend, if it weren't for his brother being so powerful that no one dared to say a word... just for the sins he committed, let me tell you, the number of people who wanted to kill him could fill the entire universe."

"Under the scourge of corpses, who can escape suffering?"

"That mess was unbearable to look at; countless people were seething with resentment towards it."

Longma said this with a hint of melancholy.

It had learned from the old man during the time of the Desolate Emperor that Cao Yusheng, the predecessor of the Underworld Emperor, was such a simple and honest chubby boy.
As a result, when the mythological era arrived, they completely let themselves go, causing enormous disasters, with corpses sweeping across the land and poisoning countless generations.

"But this is the path that suits me best and inspires me the most..."

Chu Feng said quietly, "My background makes me suited to studying this field."

"At the same time, it's also preparation for one day..."

Chu Feng looked up, gazing blankly at the starry sky, and murmured softly, "This era belongs to that person..."

"How can you possibly defeat someone else on their home turf?"

"In all the worlds of humanity, all the great principles, laws, and orders have probably been completely refined and mastered by Him, following His will, to the point that He can do whatever He wants, and arbitrarily trample and manipulate them."

"Under such circumstances, enlightenment and cultivation of the Tao will be very dangerous, because what one understands or cultivates—is it the most essential Tao, or just that person's Tao?"

Chu Feng became serious and stern, which even made Longma tremble.

What a young man! He's actually pondering and touching upon the fundamental nature of this world.
"I want to forge a different path, to break free from the existing order of heaven and earth, to disregard the laws that govern the universe, and instead explore the most fundamental power in the human world..."

"I believe that great power lies within it!"

(End of this chapter)