20demayo Chapter 2098 Divine Throne
Chapter 2098 Divine Throne
Chapter 2098 Divine Throne
The vengeful demon that was just impersonating Cao Feiyu should have had all its vitality, resentment, and even traces of existence completely erased.
Just as Chen Fei became wary, the hoarse voice suddenly changed direction, no longer coming from the center of the blood mist, but from a more distant place.
"I asked you a question, why don't you answer? You're just a mere early-stage Tai Cang Realm cultivator!"
Chen Fei looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze piercing through the thinning blood mist and the shadows of the ruins, and landed in the shadow of a relatively intact, tall palace.
In the deep shadows where the light could not reach, a human-shaped silhouette was slowly coalescing and appearing.
At first, it was just a denser mass of darkness, but soon, this darkness developed clear limbs, torso, and head.
Its body looks no different from that of an ordinary adult male, but its entire body is shrouded in a flowing, living black mist.
The face and clothing were obscured, but a pair of blood-red eyes, filled with endless resentment and madness, stood out staring coldly at Chen Fei in the black mist.
Although her appearance has changed drastically, the unique cold and resentful aura, as well as the venom in her eyes, are exactly the same as the "Cao Feiyu" from before.
It did not die.
Or rather, what Chen Fei just destroyed with a single halberd was merely a clone, a shell, used by it to disguise and test, not its true form.
The dark, demonic figure that appeared in the shadows in the distance was the true form of this vengeful demon.
Chen Fei frowned slightly. The vengeful demons that had sprung up in these ancient celestial ruins were far more bizarre and troublesome than he had imagined. Not only could they construct incredibly realistic illusions and replicate the appearance and aura of others, but they also possessed such lifelike substitutes or clones.
As Chen Fei's thoughts raced through his mind, a fist-sized ball of energy, constantly churning and surging, floated quietly in the sleeve of his left hand.
This was the same golden-black primordial energy that Chen Fei had taken into his spatial dimension and revealed its true nature in that barrier illusion.
After successfully breaking through the illusion and returning to reality, Chen Fei did not discard the strange golden-black energy.
He had a gut feeling that this energy might play an unexpected role under certain circumstances, and it actually came in handy.
From the initial encounter with the first "Cao Feiyu" in front of the building, to the subsequent confrontation with three "Cao Feiyu" appearing simultaneously, and then to the brief exchange with the vengeful demon's clone just now...
Throughout this process, this primordial energy, in conjunction with the Undying True Light Mirror, allowed Chen Fei to see through the illusion, though not completely.
“Aren’t you also at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm?” Chen Fei looked at the Vengeful Demon and chuckled softly.
"I'm only at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm? Do you know what level I reached back then?!"
Upon hearing Chen Fei's question, He Qiusheng, the vengeful demon in the shadows, seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, and suddenly let out a low roar filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Its voice became even sharper and more piercing due to its agitation, and the dark resentment flowing around it surged violently, revealing its inner turmoil.
"If I were facing my younger self, I could crush you with a single finger." He Qiusheng's words were filled with a kind of manic arrogance, but even more so, a deep and unyielding resentment.
From a once-divine being to a bizarre existence with only the strength of the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, clinging to life through resentment and illusions... This enormous fall from grace and endless torment is the source that nourishes his resentment and madness.
As the words fell, the dark, demonic figure slowly emerged from the deep shadows of the palace.
"Why dwell on the past? Do you even know what level I was at back then?"
Despite He Qiusheng's roar filled with resentment and unwillingness, the faint smile on Chen Fei's face remained unchanged. His voice was still calm, even somewhat leisurely, as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"Well?"
Upon hearing Chen Fei's words, He Qiusheng's scarlet eyes momentarily faltered, and his brows twitched slightly on his face, which was hidden beneath the flowing black mist.
"Is the cultivator before me a reincarnated being?" A thought flashed through He Qiusheng's chaotic and resentful mind like lightning.
The cultivator before them was clearly only at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, but his exquisite control over power was far beyond what ordinary cultivators who had just entered the Tai Cang Realm could possess.
Moreover, they easily saw through the illusion he had created and found his true location directly.
However, these complex thoughts and emotions existed in He Qiusheng's mind for less than a breath before being completely washed away by an even stronger and more frenzied resentment and murderous intent.
What if one is reincarnated and reborn? What if one was a great being in a previous life?
In this ruin shrouded in eternal resentment, all intruders share only one fate: to become nourishment for this wasteland!
"die!"
He Qiusheng suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl of endless pain and resentment towards the eternally dark sky.
The whistling sound pierced through metal and shattered stone, causing the surrounding air to fluctuate violently, forming visible ripples of sound that spread in all directions.
The already dilapidated buildings in the ruins seemed on the verge of collapsing completely under the impact of these sound waves.
With this fierce howl filled with resentment, the space about ten feet behind He Qiusheng suddenly twisted and tore apart, revealing a pitch-black crack several feet long with its edges constantly writhing and expanding.
The crack was like a malevolent eye that suddenly opened, containing not ordinary spatial turbulence, but an extremely dense, pitch-black mist that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
The next moment, countless streams of pitch-black demonic energy, like a flood bursting its banks, surged out from the spatial rift and instantly engulfed He Qiusheng's figure.
These demonic energies shared the same origin as He Qiusheng's own resentment, but were purer and more violent. They frantically burrowed into He Qiusheng's body, rapidly merging and boiling with the resentful power of his original self.
As this pure demonic energy was infused, the aura emanating from He Qiusheng began to surge at an astonishing rate.
"boom!"
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the churning, dark demonic energy. The surrounding air was rapidly pushed aside, forming powerful shockwaves that whipped up the rubble and dust from the ground, creating a miniature sandstorm.
At this moment, although He Qiusheng's realm is still at the early stage of the Tai Cang Realm, the energy contained in his body and the pressure he exudes are already infinitely close to the threshold of the middle stage of the Tai Cang Realm.
He Qiusheng gradually absorbed the dark demonic energy, and his figure reappeared.
At this moment, his body appeared several times more solid than before, with faint dark red demonic patterns flashing in the black mist flowing around him, and his scarlet eyes were frighteningly bright, like two blood lamps hanging in the darkness.
Chen Fei's gaze fell on He Qiusheng's hands.
It was an extremely ancient-looking palace lantern, its body seemingly made of some kind of dark metal, covered with traces of time's erosion and intricate patterns.
There was no oil or wick in the lamp, only a strange flame that flickered constantly, displaying a deep, pitch-black color.
The black flame burned silently, emitting no light or heat, but instead constantly devouring the surrounding light, making the small space where the palace lantern was located appear even darker than the surrounding area.
A cold, sinister, and destructive aura emanated from the black flame.
Grasping the palace lantern and feeling the surging demonic energy within him, He Qiusheng revealed a cruel and crazed smile. He slowly blew a breath towards the black flame within the lantern.
The moment He Qiusheng blew, the black flame in the palace lantern, which was originally only the size of a fist, suddenly expanded and exploded violently.
"Boom!"
As if a terrifying gate had been opened, countless jet-black flames of various shapes erupted from the palace lanterns, sweeping wildly toward Chen Fei with a devastating force.
Wherever the black flames passed, space seemed to be corroded. The rubble and dust on the ground vanished silently the moment they came into contact with the flames, and the surrounding light dimmed rapidly, as if all light had been swallowed up by this black sea of fire.
Even before the black flames got close, a burning intent had already crossed the void and acted upon Chen Fei.
Faced with the overwhelming, scorching sea of black fire that seemed to boil the sky and the sea, and the burning sensation that penetrated straight to the soul, Chen Fei's expression remained completely calm.
With a forceful strike, Chen Fei swung the Qian Yuan Halberd down towards the seemingly empty space behind him, where only the shadows of dilapidated buildings remained.
Dark golden light flowed across the halberd blade, and Chen Fei's Dao Domain force field contracted and condensed rapidly as the halberd struck, all of it adhering to the halberd blade.
Chen Fei completely ignored the pitch-black sea of fire that was so close ahead and about to engulf him, as well as the increasingly intense burning sensation in his soul.
His gaze, all his attention, was focused on the seemingly empty space behind him.
"Buzz!"
Just as the halberd blade struck the void, the previously empty space suddenly twisted and rippled violently. An ancient palace lantern, exactly the same as the one in He Qiusheng's hand, materialized out of thin air and appeared right in front of the Qian Yuan Halberd's blade.
It's like... this palace lantern has always been hidden there, only concealed by some kind of clever illusion, until now, forced by Chen Fei's halberd, it has no choice but to reveal its true form.
"clang!"
The halberd and the palace lantern collided solidly, producing an even more ear-piercing metallic clang than before, accompanied by a terrifying energy shockwave that swept across the ruined square.
The pitch-black flames and the dark golden halberd light tore and annihilated each other wildly, the palace lanterns trembled violently, and the ancient patterns on the lanterns flickered, as if they might collapse at any moment.
The Qian Yuan Halberd in Chen Fei's hand also emitted a low hum, clearly having withstood a tremendous recoil.
In the distance, He Qiusheng, who had been standing still, holding a palace lantern and controlling the black flames filling the sky, froze instantly with a crazy and cruel smile. Instead, he wore an expression of disbelief, anger, and extreme gloom.
As if struck hard in the chest by an invisible hammer, He Qiusheng's body jolted violently, and he involuntarily staggered back two steps before regaining his balance.
Clearly, Chen Fei's halberd strike not only forced out the hidden palace lantern, but also, through some mysterious connection, caused a significant impact on He Qiusheng's physical body.