Chapter 155: The Lie Yuan Technique and Native Creatures

A man in green robes seated on the grass suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the figure of a black-clad man descending in the distance.

"Luo He?" The green-robed man recognized him at a glance.

Luo Feng looked over and nodded with a smile: "Tianmu Shenwang."

This green-robed man was none other than Tianmu Shenwang of the Di Jiu Feng lineage, one of the thirteen bloodlines of the imperial clan of the Yanfeng Ancient Nation.

"I never expected to meet Grand Sage Luo He here," Tianmu Shenwang said, stepping forward in an instant to stand near Luo Feng, greeting him warmly.

As a Shenwang of the Yanfeng Ancient Nation's imperial clan, he was naturally proud—but before this Grand Sage Luo He, Tianmu Shenwang was humble and friendly, for everyone knew that in the near future, this Grand Sage Luo He would become a dominant force on the Origin Continent.

Tianmu Shenwang himself was merely a Shenwang of the First Realm; in strength, he was barely equal to Luo He at this moment.

Remember, Luo He was a Chaos Realm transcendental! How could Tianmu Shenwang dare to be arrogant?

"The Emperor's mercy granted me permission to hunt here," Luo Feng said.

"Our Yanfeng Ancient Nation holds multiple territories in the Infinite Space, but the domain overseen by the Emperor is the safest," Tianmu Shenwang said. "The Emperor allocating you even a portion of this land shows his high regard for you."

As Tianmu Shenwang spoke, he was inwardly astonished.

Everyone knew that Emperor Ming and Emperor Chu had a poor relationship—yet he was willing to help this Luo He, which was truly rare.

"By the way," Tianmu Shenwang asked curiously, "how did you obtain the chance to enter? Even for imperial clan Chaos Realm transcendental, there is only one opportunity to enter this sacred place. To gain more, you must exchange merit."

"To gain more opportunities, you must exchange merit?" Luo Feng asked. "How much merit is required?"

"Within the imperial clan, the exchange rate is one-tenth of what is offered to guest Shenwang," Tianmu Shenwang did not conceal it, for this had long ceased to be a secret: "For guest Shenwang, the entry quota is fifty million merit. For the imperial clan, it is five million merit per entry. Even so, accumulating five million merit is no easy feat for a Shenwang of the First Realm."

Luo Feng understood.

For Shenwang outside the two imperial clans, the threshold was far higher—those who could accumulate fifty million merit, or forcibly seize resources from the two ancient nations, were no ordinary Shenwang.

"My chance to enter came from the Thunder Ancient Nation," Luo Feng did not conceal it either.

"Oh?" Tianmu Shenwang was surprised.

"I put in some careful effort," Luo Feng said no more.

Tianmu Shenwang looked at Luo Feng and sighed with admiration: "A Shenwang not of the two imperial clans, entering a realm left by Yuan while still in the Chaos Realm! In the entire history of the Origin Continent, this is exceedingly rare. I can guess—you seized this opportunity through sheer strength."

"Compared to Grand Sage Luo He, those of us raised on family resources seem mediocre," Tianmu Shenwang shook his head.

"Who dares call a Shenwang mediocre? I am still stuck at my bottleneck," Luo Feng said.

"Ha! For you, that's no bottleneck—you'll become a Shenwang before long," Tianmu Shenwang said, speaking with equal footing, free of the usual condescension a Shenwang might show toward a Chaos Realm cultivator.

They chatted for a long while before parting.

Luo Feng felt deeply moved: within the imperial clan, five million merit bought one entry—Shenwang could accumulate it with effort. But for guest Shenwang, fifty million merit… that would take far longer to gather.

Especially ancient beings, powerful enough to form alliances, began competing and seizing resources through strength alone.

The two primordial ancestors above never intervened in these conflicts—perhaps out of disdain, or perhaps because these resources were left by Yuan.

"Emperor Ming assigned me three native creatures to hunt," Luo Feng said, heading toward the nearest one based on intelligence.

After flying for more than ten breaths, Luo Feng saw the creature.

"Hmm?"

Luo Feng observed the native creature.

The creature existed between reality and illusion, its eight massive tentacles permeating the void; at its center was a colossal head, its crimson single eye fixed upon Luo Feng.

Merely observing it sent invisible mental forces seeping into Luo Feng's mind.

Luo Feng himself was a Shenwang of the Second Realm in mental will, protected by the Lie Yuan Technique—he treated it as mere wind.

"According to intelligence, every native creature in the Infinite Space is a mental-type being, with the mind as its core and the body secondary," Luo Feng thought. "Their range of movement is extremely limited."

The massive tentacle creature also observed Luo Feng, thinking: "My will has descended into this mysterious land—this alien powerhouse is my ninth tribulation! I must survive a thousand tribulations to evolve."

"A thousand tribulations—fail, and you die," the tentacle creature possessed equal patience.

BOOM!

Luo Feng moved. The Infinite Space sealed nineteen primordial laws, yet the most basic Chaotic Principle could still be used.

The tentacle creature lashed out with its limbs, each strike terrifying in power—its strength matched Luo Feng's physical body, level with a Shenwang.

But… in technique, the tentacle creature was vastly inferior to the Chaotic Principle, clumsy and crude.

"Bang." Luo Feng moved like a blur, evading the tentacle's strike in an instant, his foot slicing like a blade into the creature's massive head, which immediately exploded into a bloody crater.

"Uuugh—" A low roar rose, followed by a violent surge of chaotic mental energy assaulting Luo Feng's will.

"This alien powerhouse's will is terrifying—I can't even penetrate a fraction of it," the tentacle creature was startled. It had endured tribulations before, encountering other Shenwang in the Infinite Space—the strongest had been a Second Realm Shenwang in mental will, yet without the Lie Yuan Technique, it had still managed to slightly corrupt and infiltrate.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tentacle creature's body shattered repeatedly—it was vastly inferior to Luo Feng in close combat.

As its wounds grew worse,

"Tear." Luo Feng ripped open one of the already damaged massive tentacles.

Luo Feng's overwhelming close-combat advantage, after roughly a cup of tea's time, finally tore the tentacle creature to shreds, dismantling and annihilating it piece by piece—yet its colossal mental presence still lingered.

"Hum." Suddenly, under the manipulation of its illusory will, invisible forces gathered, and within mere breaths, the tentacle creature reformed.

"Back again," Luo Feng watched, unsurprised.

"According to intelligence, native creatures in the Infinite Space cannot be permanently destroyed by physical combat," Luo Feng thought. "Even if you annihilate its body hundreds or even thousands of times, it only suffers damage—it vanishes for a long, long time… then returns."

"Only by forcing it to vanish do you earn one reward point."

Since it could not be killed, Emperor Ming had assigned Luo Feng only three native creatures.

These three creatures were enough for Luo Feng to keep killing.

"The only way to permanently kill it is to destroy its will. Then it dies forever, never to return," Luo Feng thought. "According to intelligence, even the weakest native creature requires a Shenwang's Ultimate-level will to have a chance of eradicating its consciousness."

"I am only a Shenwang of the Second Realm in mental will—can the Lie Yuan Technique help me destroy it?"

Luo Feng stared at the tentacle creature before him.

The tentacle creature watched Luo Feng in return.

!.

"This is my tribulation—the ninth…" The creature's long life granted it endless patience.

Suddenly, everything before the tentacle creature vanished.

It saw nothing else—only a vast, rotating star. This colossal star rolled forward, crushing and colliding directly with the creature's chaotic, frenzied mental energy.

Pshhh~

The tentacle creature's chaotic mental energy was instantly crushed by seventy to eighty percent.

"No!" The tentacle creature clearly saw Luo Feng—its massive crimson eye now held shock and fury. In an instant, its body dissolved voluntarily, its consciousness fleeing entirely.

…

Far away, a world.

This world was dotted with ten thousand nations, teeming with countless lifeforms struggling to survive, and home to cultivators—but its true masters… were terrifying beings known as Demons.

Demons were immortal, feeding on the seven emotions and six desires of living beings.

"Uuugh—" Deep in the ocean of this world lay a colossal tentacle creature, its body occupying roughly one-third of the entire ocean—this was the Forbidden Sea of the world.

This tentacle creature was the source of the world's Demons—the most terrifying existence, the world's own Dao.

Countless cultivators in this world derived their cultivation paths from it.

"My ninth tribulation was so terrifying! He destroyed seventy to eighty percent of my mental energy with a single strike?" The creature's single eye held a flicker of fear.

Could the world's cultivators know their Dao, their supreme being, was afraid—they would not believe it.

"Yet he destroyed only my most chaotic, scattered thoughts," the tentacle creature realized. "What remains are purer, more refined."

"I feed on the seven emotions and six desires of countless lifeforms—but I grow increasingly chaotic."

"A thousand tribulations are trials—and also refinement."

"If I endure them, I will fully evolve."

The tentacle creature recognized the benefit of this blow—but it needed rest. "When time comes, I must descend again—this tribulation is far more terrifying than the previous ones."

The thousand-tribulation process allows temporary rest—but no retreat. One must endure each tribulation in turn.

…

After the tentacle creature vanished, it did not reappear.

Normally, it took hundreds or even thousands of physical annihilations to force it to vanish—yet after one strike of the Lie Yuan Technique, it fled.

"Pity—I couldn't kill it outright," Luo Feng shook his head slightly. "My mental will is still not strong enough."

Even a Shenwang of Ultimate-level will, using powerful mental arts, could only hope to eradicate it. If my mental will were several percent stronger, perhaps I could destroy it with one strike.

"These scattered thoughts…"

Luo Feng frowned slightly. When destroying seventy to eighty percent of its mental energy, countless stray thoughts clung to his own will—emotions and desires of countless lifeforms tainted him. This was the drawback of mental will against such native creatures.

Suddenly—

"Boom~~"

Invisible rules descended, enveloping Luo Feng.

"Trial Participant: Origin Continent Luo Feng"

"Repelled one mental creature: Reward Point +1 (All resources in the Vault may be exchanged for Reward Points)."

"Fought using basic Chaotic Principle: New Law Evaluation—Low. Reward Point +0. You have not yet forged any new law—keep striving."

"Chaos Realm body, mental will at Shenwang Second Realm: Mental Will Evaluation—Medium. Reward Point +100. Your mental will is barely adequate—still needs improvement."

"Total Reward Points: 101."

(End of Chapter)