Chapter 6: You Have Reason to Be Proud

Burning divine power to unleash the killing technique “All Worlds Return to One,” he unleashed thousands of spear strikes in one breath, merging their power—this placed immense strain on himself, consuming roughly one-tenth of his divine energy.

Hei Duomo knew well that if he tried to withstand such an attack, his divine body would surely shatter.

Yet this unknown Eternal True God had actually endured it!

“Can’t waste time with him!” Hei Duomo’s three heads grew colder, their eyes darkening. “To kill him, I must shatter his divine body in one blow. There’s only one way left—activate the forbidden technique of the Black Heaven Spear Art! I refuse to believe he can still stand!”

Without hesitation, Hei Duomo activated the forbidden technique of the Black Heaven Spear Art. In Luo Feng’s vision, Hei Duomo’s towering form seemed to explode, his divine energy boiling violently.

Hei Duomo burned away fifty percent of his divine body’s power in an instant!

Most Eternal True Gods who unleashed such immense power could barely control it—it would scatter uncontrollably. But Hei Duomo fully channeled the torrent of burning divine energy to execute the forbidden technique of the Black Heaven Spear Art!

“Black Heaven Annihilation!!!” His three heads grew icier as he swung the eight spears.

Vast divine energy poured entirely into the eight spears. As their spectral forms slashed through the air, they naturally converged into a single shadow resembling a celestial pillar—Hei Duomo himself merged into that pillar-like shadow.

The pillar-like shadow toppled downward!

The forbidden technique of the Black Heaven Spear Art—“Black Heaven Annihilation”—was Hei Duomo’s last resort. If this attack failed to kill his enemy, he would instantly flee with all his strength.

“Impressive!” Luo Feng stared at the pillar-like shadow. In that moment, he sensed the rhythm of universal destruction, all things returning to chaos.

“His technique already holds a fragment of Chaotic Essence.”

Having been utterly unmatched for too long, encountering such a formidable opponent made Luo Feng’s blood boil with excitement!

Luo Feng instantly slashed his blade to block the pillar-like shadow. The moment of contact, his body trembled violently—BOOM!! He felt the full force of the pillar’s power surge into his body and detonate within him.

Even Luo Feng’s perfect divine body felt the technique’s extraordinary power—it instantly annihilated a massive portion of his own divine energy.

In midair, Luo Feng’s body erupted in blinding light. Under the catastrophic explosion, the shockwave radiated in all directions, far stronger than the residual waves of his earlier “All Worlds Return to One.”

The violent explosion cracked numerous wounds across Luo Feng’s surface.

Seeing Luo Feng’s battered, wounded body hovering in midair, Hei Duomo froze.

“His divine body hasn’t collapsed?” Hei Duomo couldn’t believe it. His forbidden technique had consumed half his divine energy, plus prior losses—his divine body now held only three-tenths left, leaving him severely weakened, unable to activate another forbidden technique.

All of Luo Feng’s wounds healed automatically as he looked at Hei Duomo: “Any stronger techniques left?”

Hei Duomo’s massive frame trembled. Without hesitation, he fled.

ZOOM!

In an instant, he became a spectral shadow, tearing through the night sky, fleeing toward the distant horizon.

“The Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower won’t ripen and fall for several more days—I’ll go to Hu Yang City to summon reinforcements.” Hei Duomo thought, fleeing at full speed. The Food Nation’s branch in Hu Yang City still had many experts. “With numbers on our side, we’ll surely eliminate this unknown Eternal True God.”

“ZOOM~~~”

Luo Feng merely gazed with his eyes—and an invisible ripple instantly swept over Hei Duomo. In mid-flight, Hei Duomo glimpsed an endless vortex of black mist engulfing him; the vortex instantly devoured his will.

As an Eternal True God who had endured countless eons of refinement, his will was naturally immense. But the devouring power of the black mist was too terrifying—it annihilated his will completely upon contact.

Hei Duomo, still fleeing, materialized midair, his body sliding along an arc by inertia before crashing heavily onto the earth, as if asleep.

“In close combat, I was utterly crushed,” Luo Feng stepped to Hei Duomo’s side, gazing at the mountain-like body. “Only the will technique of the Nine Illusion Realms let me subdue him.”

This technique was precisely the will art of the Nine Illusion Realms—“Nightmare!”

Luo Feng had cultivated the Nine Illusion Realms to the level of an Eternal True God to aid Yuan Zu. This was a complete lineage centered on illusion arts, containing three will techniques. In terms of subtlety, the three will techniques of the Nine Illusion Realms were quite ordinary, far inferior to the Lie Yuan Technique.

But with his terrifying Chaotic Peak-level will, even the seemingly ordinary “Nightmare of the Nine Illusion Realms” had become terrifying.

“You’ve forced me to use a will technique—you have reason to be proud.” Luo Feng swung his Blood Shadow Blade; a grayish blade shadow pierced Hei Duomo’s defenseless body, stabbing into his True God Heart.

One slash—destroyed the True God Heart.

Hei Duomo died, still in a daze.

A star in the night sky dimmed—that was Hei Duomo’s miniature universe collapsing in the deepest reaches of the heavens.

The night sky glittered with countless stars—some dimming and collapsing, others shining brightly. Each dimming star marked the death of a being. To the boundless Origin Continent, the death of an Eternal True God was like a tiny ripple in the ocean—utterly insignificant.

“That battle was truly hard,” Luo Feng touched his face; he’d been beaten badly, his face struck many times. “My close-combat skills are indeed weak.”

From start to finish, I relied solely on my perfect divine body to endure!

Body refinement art? Defensive art? Sword art? Movement art?

All I know is one technique—“Life-Death Blade”—nothing else!

Luo Feng immediately spotted the unshielded Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower. With Hei Duomo’s power gone, its aura rapidly spread outward.

“Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower? No wonder an Eternal True God fought to the death!” Luo Feng smiled. He activated his will—invisible force instantly enveloped the surroundings, perfectly concealing the flower’s aura.

His concealment was far superior to Hei Duomo’s—absolutely flawless.

Even as he concealed the flower, Luo Feng also masked the entire battlefield where the fight had occurred. Even if a True God passed by, they’d detect nothing amiss.

“WHOOSH.”

Mo Luo Sa, the earnest giant, flew in from afar and landed beside Luo Feng, staring in awe at Hei Duomo’s corpse. “Master, you used a will technique again! Back then, when you defeated me, you used the same technique.”

“Will is part of my strength,” Luo Feng said.

“That battle was completely one-sided,” Mo Luo Sa remarked. Luo Feng glanced at him.

Mo Luo Sa immediately clapped his hand over his mouth, then eyed Hei Duomo’s scattered weapons and treasures greedily: “This eight-armed Eternal True God had quite a few weapons.”

“Take what you want,” Luo Feng said.

“Two spears are enough,” Mo Luo Sa immediately waved his hand—two black spears flew into his grasp. He swung them joyfully.

At his level, inferior weapons were weaker than his own body. True God-level weapons were hard to come by—Mo Luo Sa still owned no suitable weapon at all.

“With weapons, my strength will at least double,” Mo Luo Sa beamed.

“Two spears are enough?” Luo Feng asked.

“More than enough,” Mo Luo Sa said.

“When we reach Hu Yang City, you’ll need some spending money.” Luo Feng tossed Mo Luo Sa a black-blue jade vial.

Mo Luo Sa glanced inside—the vial floated with over a hundred grains of sand, each containing a miniature universe’s embryo. Also present were neatly cut chunks of Chaotic Crystals and several piles of colorful stones.

“These are Universe Sand, Chaotic Crystals, and Chaotic Stones? 122 Universe Sand, 30,000 Chaotic Crystals, and a large quantity of Chaotic Stones.” Mo Luo Sa stared curiously, his heart swelling with delight.

!.

According to Origin Continent exchange rates, one grain of Universe Sand equaled ten thousand Chaotic Crystals, worth one hundred million Chaotic Stones.

Universe Sand was the highest currency unit.

“Why doesn’t he have any armor?” Mo Luo Sa asked curiously.

“Armor costs far more than spears,” Luo Feng said. “His wealth was mostly spent on weapons and lineages—these eight spears alone are worth eight thousand Universe Sand.”

True God-level armor required far greater refinement difficulty and materials than weapons of the same tier.

“Master, can I have his corpse?” Mo Luo Sa stared hungrily at Hei Duomo’s massive body.

He loved devouring miniature universes—but he also loved the corpses of supreme beings. By absorbing enough energy, he could keep growing.

“After I finish studying it, it’s yours,” Luo Feng said, collecting all the spoils.

Hei Duomo’s spoils were decent: eight spears worth roughly 8,000 Universe Sand, nineteen Black Water Cones worth about 2,000 Universe Sand, plus some personal Universe Sand and mountains of beast materials—total spoils valued around 15,000 Universe Sand, some of which Luo Feng gifted to Mo Luo Sa.

“On the Origin Continent, most cultivators rely on bloodline methods,” Luo Feng studied the corpse briefly. “This corpse’s bloodline is indeed powerful.”

“But even with bloodline cultivation, one hits a ceiling at Chaotic Sovereign level,” Luo Feng knew this well.

According to his Master Zuo Shan Ke and Duan Dong He’s records, half of the Origin Continent’s Chaotic Sovereigns relied on bloodline cultivation, the other half on comprehending Chaotic Laws.

As for Divine Kings? None achieved it through bloodline.

“This corpse is yours,” Luo Feng glanced at Mo Luo Sa. “Quickly enter the Star Tower!”

“Yes yes yes!” Mo Luo Sa eagerly gathered the massive corpse and was absorbed into the Star Tower, eager to devour his meal.

“The most delicious food I’ve ever tasted.”

In one level of the Star Tower, Mo Luo Sa drooled at the sight of the massive corpse, then happily began absorbing it—vast divine energy from the corpse flowed into Mo Luo Sa.

Outside.

Luo Feng sat cross-legged beside the Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower, silently waiting.

“The Blue-Purple Blood Crystal Flower’s blooming period lasts only ten days—probably only a few days left.” Luo Feng felt cheerful. Compared to the treasures left by Hei Duomo’s death, this flower was worth vastly more.

…

Inside Hu Yang City, a tower named “Tian Yun Tower” soared into the clouds.

At its highest level, Zan Yun, the guildmaster, sat alone, gazing at the cityscape half-hidden in mist.

“Hmm?” Zan Yun’s expression changed. He flipped open an octagonal token, through which he could sense the other twelve Eternal True Gods of the Food Nation’s Hu Yang branch.

One of them had vanished from his perception.

This token was granted by the Marquis—within the Origin Continent’s range, it could always sense its bearers. Losing perception usually meant death.

“Hei Duomo is dead?” Zan Yun’s heart jolted.

(End of Chapter)