abnabooks Chapter 41 The Art of Getting Out of There!
Chapter 41 The Art of Getting Out of There!
Inside and outside the pavilion, there was utter silence.
Within the light screen, Jiang Feng stood in the starry sky, with the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron suspended above his head, its body shimmering with a faint, mysterious yellow halo.
His robes, which hadn't even gotten dusty during the battle just now, were spotless now.
He calmly watched the slowly dissipating gap in the Flying Immortal Waterfall, his face expressionless, as if casually killing two supreme beings was merely a trivial matter.
This composure, more so than the earth-shattering slap just now, inspires a profound sense of awe.
Chuan Ying finally closed his slightly open mouth, letting out a very soft sound from his throat, which sounded like a sigh or a self-mockery.
He shook his head, the shock in his eyes gradually subsiding into a deeper sense of submission and relief.
He had just been worried about the unrest in the darkness, fearing that the sudden emergence of forces from all the forbidden zones would cause widespread devastation.
Looking back now, his worries were indeed unnecessary.
Lin Feng, Huo Wu, the boy in blue, and the others slowly came to their senses from their petrified state.
They looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes—fervor.
That kind of worship that is almost religious and unreserved.
In the live stream, the chat was flooded with comments at unprecedented levels.
"Who said the darkness and turmoil were terrifying? Come out and take your beating."
"The gods were all hyped up for a long time, but His Majesty just casually killed them."
"It's not that the Supreme One is weak, it's that His Majesty is too strong."
"I would call the Heavenly Emperor the Mosquito-Swatting Immortal."
"Those two supreme beings died such a miserable death; they were gone before their names were even announced."
"Give me your name? What's the point? Would His Majesty care what your name is?"
However, the atmosphere is completely different deep within the various restricted areas of Beidou.
The Heavenly Emperor's power certainly deterred all those who were tempted to act.
But the pure, longevity aura that continuously leaked from the cracks in the strange world, even if only a wisp, was far too tempting for these ancient supreme beings whose lifespans had dwindled and who had endured countless ages of torment in darkness.
It was large enough to temporarily suppress their fear of death and allow the flames of greed to burn brightly once more.
"The path to immortality... that is definitely the entrance to the path to immortality."
"Such pure aura of immortality... there's no mistake."
"As long as you rush in, you can gain immortality."
"Those two were just too careless. If we join forces, we might have a chance."
"That's right. The Heavenly Emperor just went through a great battle, killing the Undying Emperor and then casually suppressing two fellow Daoists. His consumption must have been enormous. He is currently in a period of weakness."
"Opportunity knocks but once."
Cold, greedy, and scheming divine thoughts were secretly and swiftly communicating between the various forbidden zones.
More supreme beings were fully awakened from their slumber, their withered bodies barely maintaining their activity by absorbing the small amount of life essence accumulated in the forbidden zone.
They stared intently at the direction of the ancient star Yinghuo, at the crack that was slowly closing yet still flowing with celestial energy, like a dying traveler in the desert staring at a distant mirage, knowing it might be a trap, yet unable to resist the temptation of that "water source".
They would risk everything for immortality.
Previously, we were observing and letting those two most impatient fools test the waters.
The results of the test are now in—the Heavenly Emperor is very strong, but the allure of the Immortal Path is even greater.
They were weighing their options, hesitating, searching for a possible flaw, or... waiting for a better opportunity, such as when the Heavenly Emperor left, or when the rift became completely stable.
Amidst this eerie and tense standoff, within the light screen, on the battlefield of the ancient star Yinghuo.
The gap in the Flying Immortal Waterfall, which had been cleaved open by Jiang Feng's sword and connected to the strange world, lost the support of the Undying Emperor's power and was further impacted by the aftershocks of Jiang Feng's power, finally reaching its limit.
"Buzz..."
The space around the crack twisted and vibrated violently, groaning under the strain.
The leaked aura of immortality suddenly became chaotic, and then, like a receding tide, it rapidly surged back into the crack.
The crack itself began to shrink and heal at a visible speed, and the strange world that followed quickly became blurred and dim.
"No--!"
"The Immortal Path is closing!"
"How could it be so fast?"
"Stop it. Don't let it close."
Upon noticing this, the Supreme Beings of the Forbidden Zones, who were still hesitating and calculating, instantly panicked.
They have waited for countless ages to finally see this slight sign of the path to immortality opening; how could they just watch it disappear?
Despair and madness overwhelmed their fear of the Heavenly Emperor.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
Several more terrifying auras erupted from different forbidden zones, carrying overwhelming imperial laws and decaying blood energy, rushing towards the closing crack like moths to a flame.
They no longer bothered to conceal their presence or consider joining forces; they only wanted to rush into the coveted immortal realm before the rift completely closed.
However, no matter how fast they went, they couldn't outrun the natural laws of space merging, and they couldn't outrun... that figure who had always stood silently in the starry sky.
Jiang Feng didn't even look at the Supreme Beings rushing towards him.
His gaze calmly fixed on the gradually closing crack and the strange world that vanished completely behind it, as if he were contemplating something, or perhaps simply confirming its disappearance.
Until the crack shrank to a barely perceptible thin line, and finally disappeared completely into the void, with no trace of the aura of immortality leaking out.
The so-called entrance to the path to immortality was fleeting and closed.
"ah--!!!"
"A thousand years of waiting... all in vain."
"Why? Why?"
The few supreme beings who rushed to the front arrived just in time, but they only touched a rapidly calming void. There was no trace of the Immortal Path.
They let out desperate and unwilling roars, their Dao hearts almost shattered.
The long wait and the desperate gamble of entering the world only resulted in an empty dream.
This blow was even harder for them to accept than death.
After despair comes boundless rage and... misplaced anger.
Pairs of scarlet, crazed, and venomous eyes turned in unison to the figure not far away, the only one who might know the truth, or rather, the root cause of all this change—the current Heavenly Emperor, Jiang Feng.
"It was you. It must have been you."
"Hand over the method to enter the Immortal Realm. Otherwise, today will be the day the Heavenly Emperor falls."
Although the ancient supreme beings were weakened by their declining blood and energy, they were still in a state of extreme sublimation. At this moment, they were united in their hatred of the enemy and surrounded Jiang Feng. The terrifying imperial pressure was connected, causing this star field, which had just calmed down a little, to boil again. The killing intent was so fierce that it was enough to freeze the stars.
Faced with the interrogation and murderous intent of several ancient supreme beings, Jiang Feng finally slowly turned around.
His gaze swept calmly over these ancient supreme beings who appeared insane yet possessed an aura of outward strength but inward weakness. His face was expressionless, devoid of anger or mockery, displaying only a detached indifference as if looking down upon ants.
Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, and amidst the tense waiting of several ancient supreme beings,
Jiang Feng's lips moved slightly, uttering only one word:
"roll."
The voice was not loud, yet it resounded clearly deep within the primordial spirit of every supreme being, like a thunderclap from the heavens, or a supreme decree of the Dao.
There was no earth-shattering burst of energy, nor any dazzling display of supernatural powers.
But at the very moment the word "get lost" was uttered.
"Pfft." "Pfft." "Pfft."
The ancient supreme beings surrounding Jiang Feng were struck as if by a heavy hammer. Their bodies trembled violently, their faces turned deathly pale, and some even let out a muffled groan as black blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.
The imperial laws surrounding them fluctuated violently, almost collapsing. The peak aura that had been forcibly raised and carried an aura of decay quickly withered away like a punctured balloon.
An indescribable, overwhelming, and terrifying pressure, seemingly representing the primordial will of the universe, suddenly spread out from Jiang Feng's center.
The oppressive force was not directed at the physical body, but rather at the very origin of the primordial spirit, shaking the foundation of one's Dao.
In the perceptions of these ancient supreme beings, Jiang Feng at this moment was no longer a person, but an insurmountable and incomprehensible ancient divine mountain, a bottomless and vast star sea that could devour everything.
Simply by standing there, the invisible Daoist aura emanating from them caused them to tremble from their very life instincts, and made the imperial laws they had painstakingly cultivated for countless ages cry out and retreat.