Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

Han Feng leaned against the stone table, his body feeling as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and his consciousness seemed to sink into a warm swamp, becoming increasingly blurred.

Having untied the biggest knot in his heart and confirmed that he was not "incomplete" but had embarked on a completely different path... this finally allowed his mind, which had been tense for countless years, to completely relax.

Exhaustion surged in like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming his will.

My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and slowly, very slowly they closed.

All he wanted was... a good night's sleep.

In this familiar bamboo grove courtyard, under the gentle caress of the breeze and bamboo shadows, Han Feng's breathing calmed down completely, and he fell into a deep, perhaps the first truly relaxed sleep in many years.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Han Feng felt someone cover him with something.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw his little maid, Ye Qingyun, who was looking down and sobbing softly.

"Master, you wake up!"

Ye Qingyun sensed that Han Feng had woken up and immediately infused him with the essence of life.

This energy relieved Han Feng's fatigue somewhat.

He patted Ye Qingyun's hand.

"There's no need to supply me with life essence anymore. I know my own situation."

Han Feng paid a heavy price in his battle against the Heavenly Supreme of the Heart Demon Clan.

It's a miracle that we're alive and back now.

However, soon, the Black Mist will surely send out even more powerful enemies.

The Dou Qi Continent, in the end, could not escape destruction.

Ye Qingyun stubbornly continued to supply Han Feng with the essence of life.

"Aren't you going to listen to me anymore?"

Han Feng's tone was slightly harsh, then he coughed heavily.

Ye Qingyun felt a backlash severing her life essence. Her body trembled slightly, and she collapsed beside Han Feng, crying even more bitterly.

"Owner......"

She sensed the faint flame of life within Han Feng's body, as if it were about to reach its end.

Han Feng gently stroked Ye Qingyun's hair.

"Don't be sad. Everyone dies eventually. If you die a worthy death, then it is worthwhile."

"My mission was destined from the very beginning."

Han Feng stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

"What about the rest?"

"They were waiting outside. I brought you inside first to treat your wounds."

No one knows how panicked Ye Qingyun was when she rushed back to Fengcheng and saw Han Feng sleeping soundly on a bamboo chair.

Han Feng was completely unaware of his arrival; his powerful soul perception was completely ineffective.

He was like an ordinary person who had fallen into a deep sleep, having lost his immense power.

If others saw him in this state, it would definitely have all sorts of negative effects, so Ye Qingyun brought Han Feng inside beforehand to treat him.

"Is that so? Let them all come in."

Han Feng forced himself to straighten up.

"But...your current health..."

"Go."

Ye Qingyun nodded, wiped the tears from her face, and walked towards the door.

Han Feng watched her leave, sighed softly, took out a pill from his storage ring, and swallowed it.

A moment later, Xian'er's shouts came from outside.

"Master, Master!"

Several women rushed over, including Ye Qingyun.

However, when she looked at Han Feng with concern, she suddenly froze.

Han Feng, who had almost reached the end of his life, suddenly seemed to have come back to life like a withered tree in spring, regaining his former demeanor.

Ye Qingyun was overjoyed. Could it be that her master had a way to recover?

She walked quickly to Han Feng and placed her hand on his pulse.

The next moment, Ye Qingyun's heart was suddenly jolted.

Almost as soon as she was about to express her emotions, Han Feng grabbed her hand with one hand and patted it gently.

The tacit understanding between master and servant needs no further explanation.

Ye Qingyun forced an ugly smile.

"Aunt Ye, how is my master?"

"very good."

Ye Qingyun said to Lin Xian'er with a smile.

"Master has recovered."

Lin Xian'er was very happy, then turned to Han Feng and talked about the importance of taking care of her health.

Han Feng listened patiently, a smile on his face, looking tenderly at his apprentice.

At this moment, Cai'er also stepped forward. She didn't say much, but simply held Han Feng's other hand and pressed it against her body.

Han Feng and Cai'er looked at each other, their eyes seemingly holding unspoken words.

"Xun'er and Zi Yan went to practice a secret technique, saying it could improve their combat strength, so they didn't come."

Han Feng nodded.

"Don't worry, go do what you want to do. I'll take care of the rest."

"Qingyun, take them away. I'm going into seclusion."

Ye Qingyun led the rest of the group away. Although the women were reluctant to part with them, they knew that the situation was critical and they could not interfere with Han Feng.

After everyone left, Han Feng took out the "Three Corpses Slaying Dao Scripture" again and turned to the last chapter.

The third realm.

Cut my corpse!

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Time passed quickly, but the black mist in the sky never descended upon the evil race again after that day.

This is not a sign of safety; on the contrary, the longer it drags on, the stronger the enemy that is about to descend.

It seems that after three waves of failures, the extraterrestrial evil race has begun to rethink the strength of the Dou Qi Continent and is preparing to completely crush it in one fell swoop.

Everyone was preparing with all their might. After three successful repelling attacks, even though they knew the enemy was incredibly powerful, they still had the determination and confidence to fight to the death.

However, compared to the unwavering resolve of most people, Gu Yuan was somewhat worried at this moment.

These high-ranking officials knew that the reason why the Dou Qi Continent was able to win every previous war was entirely because the enemy's strongest members were tied down and eliminated by Han Feng, and the rest were those that they could handle.

However, since that battle against the powerful evil race, Han Feng has stopped receiving guests, and Gu Yuan has no idea what his current situation is.

Thinking about it simply, Han Feng must have suffered serious injuries in that great battle.

How should the Dou Qi Continent respond when enemy forces descend upon it again?

Is destruction truly the only path forward?

At this moment, Gu Xun'er came to Gu Yuan's side.

"Father."

"How well have you comprehended the legacy of the ancient emperors?"

"About 50%, and there are still some techniques that I can't use at my current level."

Gu Xun'er said.

Gu Yuan nodded.

"Only by breaking through to the Dou Di level can one understand the power of our ancestors."

"Becoming a Dou Di is not the end; there is still a road ahead. You must have already experienced this deeply in the previous battles."

Gu Xun'er said earnestly, "Give me time, and I can reach the level my ancestors once reached!"

Gu Yuan said with relief, "I know you can do it, and I have the same confidence in you, but now the time is not right for me."

"The Heavenly Tomb can give us more time. As for Zi Yan, she is said to be learning the laws of time from Senior Zhu Kun. The two complement each other, so maybe we still have a chance."

Gu Xun'er didn't want to give up easily.

"Yes, when she arrives, you can all go into the ancient tomb together."

"Father, and what about you?"

"I'll pass on myself. The Dou Qi Continent can't be without a Dou Di to oversee it. Even the slightest fluctuations need to be taken seriously."

Not long after, Zi Yan arrived at the Ancient Clan, and Gu Yuan immediately arranged for the two women to enter the Heavenly Tomb together.

He watched as the Heavenly Tomb Gate slowly closed before him, his gaze gradually hardening.

The future of Dou Qi Continent depends on you!

Before I fall, I will do my best to improve myself!

The higher you climb, the greater your chances of survival.

Father, I will do everything in my power to buy you time.

Chapter 533 The Inner Demon Emperor

In the higher plane, the territory of the Heart Demon Clan—the Abyss of Ten Thousand Thoughts.

This is not a star-studded universe, but a broken continent suspended above endless chaotic currents.

The continent itself seemed to be made of solidified, malevolent black asphalt, covered with bottomless fissures. From these fissures, thick, dark purple mist, formed from pure negative emotions, constantly spewed out, which was the source of the black mist that invaded the Dou Qi Continent.

In the center of the continent stands a colossal palace constructed from countless twisted, screaming heads of vengeful spirits—the Court of Lamentation.

At the heart of the palace is a colossal throne suspended above a churning pool of negative emotional energy.

The throne itself shimmered with an ominous dark purple light, like a huge, slowly beating heart.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor sat cross-legged with his eyes closed on the throne.

His form was not the imposing figure covered in ferocious armor when he descended to the Dou Qi Continent, but rather somewhat illusory. One could even see the dark red soul energy core flowing within his body, like lava, through his deep purple skin.

At that core, several extremely fine yet exceptionally resilient strands of cyan energy were coiled! These strands, like living things, constantly attempted to erode and cut into the core of the Heart Demon Emperor's soul, emanating an ancient, majestic fluctuation carrying an aura of timeless annihilation.

This is the Dao wound left behind by the Space-Time Annihilation that Qinglong performed at the cost of his life!

Even after several years, the Demon Emperor was unable to completely eliminate it.

This injury is like a persistent boil, not only continuously draining his strength, but also becoming a fatal weakness at crucial moments.

This is also one of the important reasons why he has been lying low for many years and unable to make a full-fledged effort.

"cough......"

The Demon Emperor let out a muffled cough, and the illusory fluctuations on his body intensified. The blue threads wrapped around his soul core also flickered, bringing a sharp pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

His eyes, as black as holes, opened, burning with anger and resentment.

"Damn Azure Dragon... Damn remnants of the Four Saints!"

His thoughts, like cold, venomous snakes, echoed through the Howling Court, causing the negative emotions in the energy pool below to surge even more violently.

He turned his gaze, piercing through the walls of the palace, as if traversing endless void planes, finally fixing it on the distant Dou Qi Continent.