Chapter 102

After cultivating the Transformation Method, Luo Feng’s divine body became like the most terrifying weapon—his fingers were razor-sharp and brimmed with boundless power, easily piercing the Snow Realm Envoy’s chest.

“Huh?” Luo Feng, stepping out from the void, was genuinely surprised. “Is the Snow Realm Envoy this fragile?”

Mechanical artifacts like the Heart Demon Kite, Heart Shadow Demon General, and Snow Realm Envoy were widely rumored to rival Chaos Realm weapon artifacts—extremely durable. But now, as Luo Feng’s hand pierced through, he confirmed the Snow Realm Envoy’s true defensive capability.

“The material of this Snow Realm Envoy is among the worst even in Chaos Realm weapon artifacts. And because it’s a mechanical artifact, its structural stability is even worse.” As Luo Feng pierced through, he fully understood the Snow Realm Envoy’s true nature: “An Eternal True God couldn’t break it, but any slightly stronger Chaos Realm cultivator could damage it.”

“Material quality is poor, stability is poor. But its manufacturing is extremely complex—it allows a group of weaklings to unleash superhuman power. One Snow Realm Envoy is worth roughly the same as an ordinary Chaos Realm weapon artifact—about 200 million Cosmic Sands.” Luo Feng, with detailed intelligence from his Master Zuo Shanke, still had a fairly accurate valuation of mechanical artifacts and weapons.

After all, his Master originally sold these things.

“Hum.”

As Luo Feng’s fingers pierced the Snow Realm Envoy’s chest, he immediately sensed all the pilots within.

One commander, thirty-six assisting Eternal True Gods, and forty-nine thousand Void True Gods—all were now engulfed in boundless terror.

“A stench of blood.” Luo Feng sensed the deep, soul-penetrating bloodlust of the commander, Liu Yin Yan, and the thirty-six Eternal True Gods—they had all pledged allegiance to the Snow Realm Ancestor and learned the Bloodline Method.

The forty-nine thousand Void True Gods, however, carried no bloodstain—they were not worthy enough to receive the Divine King’s inheritance.

After all, cultivation consumed vast quantities of blood offerings; the Chaos Realm cultivators and countless Eternal True Gods already consumed so much that there wasn’t enough to spare. Void True Gods were strictly forbidden from using blood offerings. And if pushed too far… even mid- and low-level offenders were sometimes turned into blood food.

“To be born in the Snow Realm is indeed your tragedy.” Luo Feng felt no killing intent toward the forty-nine thousand Void True Gods.

He knew well how pitiful the mid- and low-level cultivators in the Snow Realm were.

Born in that territory, they had no chance to escape.

“Hum!”

Luo Feng’s thoughts moved swiftly—while his hand pierced the Snow Realm Envoy’s chest, he seized the commander, Liu Yin Yan, and sent an invisible ripple through the thirty-six assisting Eternal True Gods, killing them all instantly.

Simultaneously, he expelled all forty-nine thousand Void True Gods, sending them tumbling far away.

“Piercing the chest, damaging one chest component—it can still be repaired and sold for a decent price.” Luo Feng stored the Snow Realm Envoy away; after all, he was poor, and a Snow Realm Envoy worth two hundred million was still worth cherishing.

Luo Feng then turned his gaze to the blood-robed youth, Liu Yin Yan, clutched in his palm.

Liu Yin Yan, held in the palm, looked up and saw the familiar black-robed man—Luo Feng now regarded the blood-robed youth with cold indifference, as if he were filthy trash.

“Luo He?” Liu Yin Yan couldn’t believe it. “You—you’ve broken through to the Chaos Realm?”

Only a hand piercing the Snow Realm Envoy—no Eternal True God could do that.

…

Luo Feng stood above the Fengyi Zone, gripping Liu Yin Yan in his palm—this scene was seen by all sides.

“Luo He Shenjun—he’s become a Chaos Realm cultivator?” At the City Lord’s mansion, General Yue Wu, General Yong Hu, and other Eternal True Gods were all stunned. Too many Eternal True Gods longed to cross that threshold.

Even General Yue Wu, publicly acknowledged as destined to reach the Chaos Realm, had no certainty of when.

Now, the Luo He Shenjun they thought they knew had truly become a Chaos Realm cultivator.

“He’s actually a Chaos Realm cultivator,” murmured the Dream Flower Mistress.

“He’s been a Chaos Realm cultivator all along—or did he just break through?” mused Hu Yang, the City Lord.

“Is my Master a Chaos Realm cultivator?” Mo Yu Qingyan was dazed; beside him, Mo Luo Sa glanced at him and smiled.

…

The billion souls of the Fengyi Zone were the most excited—they watched the scene of Luo Feng single-handedly gripping Liu Yin Yan in the sky, filled with gratitude and exhilaration.

“We’re alive.”

“My father, mother, wife, and all my children—they’re all alive. My fellow disciples, my clan… everyone is alive.” Various clans and even minor sects living in the Fengyi Zone had all survived.

“That’s Luo He Shenjun.”

Most of the billion souls didn’t recognize Luo Feng—but some Void True Gods, with prior intelligence, instantly recognized the figure in the sky as Luo Feng.

“Luo He Shenjun saved my entire clan.”

Countless cultivators felt profound gratitude.

…

“The Young Master Yan has been captured, the thirty-six Eternal True Gods are all dead—I’m free?” The forty-nine thousand Void True Gods, scattered across all directions, each held different thoughts.

Born in the Snow Realm’s territory, they had lost the right to choose from birth—forced to serve the vast power of the “Snow Realm.”

Even failures were turned into blood food.

“Leave this place—I’ll never return to the Snow Realm,” whispered some Void True Gods as they slipped away silently.

“The Snow Realm Envoy has been taken—how do we go back to the Snow Realm?” Some loyal Void True Gods still dreamed of returning. But this was Yu State, far too distant from the Snow Realm—they could only hope the Snow Realm would send someone to retrieve them, or that Liu Yin Hou would find a way to send them back.

“Will the Snow Realm even care about us weaklings? After all I’ve endured… I can’t go back?”

“My clan is reduced to just a few survivors—I will avenge them.”

The forty-nine thousand Void True Gods each held different thoughts.

As the ancient demon whose crimes ranked among the top ten on the Origin Continent—the Snow Realm Ancestor—ruled his territory with extreme cruelty. Countless beings harbored hatred toward him.

But the Snow Realm Ancestor didn’t care—any disciple who reached the Eternal True God level received a drop of his blood and learned the Bloodline inheritance.

Once they absorbed that drop of blood, loyalty became natural—never to betray.

Thus, in the Snow Realm, the lower ranks might seethe with resentment, but the mid- and upper ranks were utterly loyal.

Luo Feng’s casual act changed the fate of forty-nine thousand Void True Gods—and of the billion souls of the Fengyi Zone.

“I never expected Luo He had already become a Chaos Realm cultivator,” said Di Chu Yu and the vice-director of the Flame Wind Hall, both watching the scene with satisfaction.

“Now I can take Luo He back to the Flame Wind Ancient State.” Di Chu Yu thought.

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Di Chu Yu immediately sent a distant voice: “Luo He, since we’ve both entered the Chaos Realm, once this matter is settled, we can return to the Flame Wind Ancient State. By the way—don’t kill Liu Yin Yan! If you publicly execute him while both armies face off, Liu Yin Hou, to save face, will surely act against you.”

…

Luo Feng heard Di Chu Yu’s voice and looked at Liu Yin Yan in his palm.

Given Liu Yin Hou’s nature—he had many children. Losing one, Liu Yin Yan… he wouldn’t care much. But if two armies faced off, and a Chaos Realm cultivator like himself acted, Liu Yin Hou, if he had any pride at all, couldn’t possibly tolerate it.

“Luo He Shenjun, my father is Liu Yin Hou, my Master is the Snow Realm Ancestor. Please forgive my past disrespect and spare my life.” Liu Yin Yan begged.

He guessed a newly broken-through Chaos Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare publicly kill him.

But he couldn’t risk it.

Having spent so long in the Snow Realm, he’d seen countless madmen. Snow Realm cultivators acted without restraint—kill when they pleased!

Background? Only if you care about background does it matter.

“Luo He, you’re not yet a guest of the Flame Wind Ancient State. Even if you became one… our state never intervenes in guest cultivators’ disputes. After all, many Divine Kings from border states are our guests—they often fight, and we never interfere.” Di Chu Yu sensed something wrong and immediately warned: “Even the Emperor’s own disciples have died in external duels! As long as it’s a level-matched conflict, the Flame Wind Ancient State won’t intervene.”

“If you kill Liu Yin Yan, Liu Yin Hou will rage! As a member of the Flame Wind Imperial Clan, he won’t dare touch me—but I can’t stop him!”

Di Chu Yu urged him.

He greatly admired Luo Feng—loyal, righteous, and hating evil. But precisely because of his hatred of evil, Di Chu Yu feared Luo Feng would kill Liu Yin Yan.

“He instantly killed thirty-six Eternal True Gods, yet only captured Liu Yin Yan alive,” said the vice-director. “This Luo He isn’t reckless.”

“I warned him, yet he didn’t promise to spare Liu Yin Yan—I feel something’s off,” said Di Chu Yu. “It’s not worth risking your life over a mere Eternal True God.”

…

Di Chu Yu urged him, while the Nine Jiang Marquis’s avatar, stationed at the City Lord’s mansion, also sent a voice: “Young Brother Luo He, congratulations on breaking through to the Chaos Realm. But the gap between Chaos Realm cultivators is vast.”

“This cycle, I invited many friends, yet still got no reinforcements. You, a newly broken-through Chaos Realm cultivator, have no need to get involved—I’ll face Liu Yin Hou myself. If I lose, I’ll abandon my fief.”

“Nine Jiang Marquis, you’re giving up?” Luo Feng replied via voice.

“Ninety percent chance—I can’t hold this fief,” replied the Nine Jiang Marquis’s avatar. “You, a newly broken-through Chaos Realm cultivator, need time to grow—not to rush into this now.”

Luo Feng understood.

Luo Feng then turned his gaze to the distant sky.

A wisp of crimson flame coalesced into the figure of a dark red armored warrior, who stared at Luo Feng.

“Release my child, return the Snow Realm Envoy, and pay ten billion Cosmic Sands as compensation to the Snow Realm,” the armored figure said coldly. “Then I’ll spare you—offer you, a newly broken-through Chaos Realm cultivator, a chance to live.”

“Otherwise, I won’t be considered bullying the weak when I deal with you,” said the armored figure, staring at Luo Feng.

“You’re that confident?” Luo Feng looked at him.

“Those who seek death—go ahead and act,” the armored figure replied coldly.

Luo Feng nodded, and squeezed his fingers.

Plop!

“No—” The Young Master Yan screamed in terror, yet was crushed to dust.

This sight stunned the Nine Jiang Marquis and Di Chu Yu—even the distant armored figure’s expression flickered slightly.

“Come then. Let me see how I’m seeking death,” Luo Feng said, staring at the armored figure.

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