Chapter 726: Your primal power can't hold on much longer, can it?

Step back, you old man!

The four characters burst open between heaven and earth.

The cloud layer covering dozens of miles in all directions was forced outward by the terrifying power that clung to the sound, exposing the bottomless firmament above the clouds.

The half‑kneeling Giant Shadow on the cloud top was shaken until its whole shell cracked inch by inch, and the two remaining eyes were filled with a fear never before experienced.

Then…

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

Even the air stopped moving.

Jiang Feng stood on Yunduan Zhi Shang, his white robes unmoving in the still air.

He felt it.

In the direction where the Purple Light vanished, something was gathering at an incomprehensible speed.

As if the forces of the entire heaven and earth were contracting toward that direction.

Then… a cold snort.

Heaven and earth changed.

It was an instant.

From dawn to night, it took only an instant.

The entire firmament, centered on that Purple Light, darkened in all directions.

It wasn't black clouds covering the sky.

It was the light itself that was drawn away.

The sky turned into a dark hue so deep it turned purple.

It was a darkness deeper than night and emptier than the void.

Jiang Feng stood at the exact center of that darkness.

Back straight, Fist clenched, his eyes fixed dead on the horizon's edge.

But his body was trembling.

Every drop of blood, every tendon, every Bone in his body was being crushed by an invisible force.

That force did not come from any single direction.

It surged from all directions simultaneously.

Like an unseen giant hand, reaching in from beyond heaven and earth, grasping his whole being in its palm.

Then that hand began to tighten.

A strand of fresh blood seeped from Jiang Feng's Mouth corner.

The strand of blood ran down his jaw, dripping onto the white collar of his robe.

His Seven Orifices were all oozing blood outward.

The blood droplets fell onto the cloud layer beneath his Foot, and under the dim purple sky they were a shocking black sight.

But he did not move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to.

It was that he couldn't.

That force was too strong.

This was not a disparity of power.

It was a disparity of dimensions.

Jiang Feng clenched his teeth.

Blood seeped from his teeth gaps, staining his teeth a dark red.

In his Meridians, true Qi was raging at ten times its normal speed.

Each rotation seemed to tear his tendons, each shock made his dantian violently tremble.

But he did not stop.

He was resisting.

He resisted that Rule in a manner almost self‑destructive.

Then… he flew out.

His body, like a Stone shot from a slingshot, traced a straight white line across the dim purple sky.

The white line stretched from the cloud top all the way dozens of miles outward.

Dozens of miles, before the speed of a Martial Saint, are but a blink of an eye.

But Jiang Feng felt as if he had been squeezed by that unseen giant hand for an entire century.

His back slammed into a Mountain peak.

The Mountain peak exploded the instant it touched his body.

It wasn't a landslide, it wasn't shattering.

From summit to foot, the entire Mountain was pulverized into dust by the residual force transmitted from his body.

Jiang Feng's body pierced through that Mountain, continuing to tumble backward amid the sky‑filled rock dust.

He flew another ten miles before barely coming to a halt.

He half‑kneelt in the void, one hand covering his chest.

His white long robe was already soaked through with blood, from chest to hem, a shocking dark red.

His hair was disheveled, his face as white as paper, his lips trembling slightly.

But true Qi was still circulating. His Meridians were still Jumping. His Divine Soul was still burning.

He hasn't fallen yet.

Jiang Feng slowly lifted his head, gazing toward the far horizon.

In the exact center of that dark‑purple sky, at the place where the purple light vanished…

A figure appeared.

His face could not be seen clearly.

That figure itself does not belong to this world.

His outline was vague, like a portrait painted with ink on rice paper that had been soaked, causing all the lines to blur.

Yet his presence was stronger than anything.

He stood there, and all the myriad things of heaven and earth before him

The Giant Shadow, half‑kneeling on the clouds, began a violent Trembling of its entire shell the instant it saw that figure.

The Giant Shadow, half‑kneeling on the clouds, trembled violently, its shell shaking the instant it saw that figure.

In its two remaining eyes, the dark‑red flame was completely extinguished.

In its place was a bone‑deep terror.

A terror deeper than when it faced Jiang Feng before.

The fear a slave feels upon seeing its master.

The Giant Shadow's voice squeezed out from the cracks in its shell, hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible.

The Giant Shadow's voice squeezed out from the cracks in its shell, hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible.

That figure did not glance at it.

His gaze, from beginning to end, remained fixed on the white figure half‑kneeling in the void dozens of li away.

His gaze, from start to finish, remained fixed on the white figure half‑kneeling in the void dozens of li away.

Then he spoke.

The voice was not loud, yet every word entered Jiang Feng's ears clearly.

The voice was soft, yet each word entered Jiang Feng's ears clearly.

This voice, like the one that had come from the far horizon earlier, was spoken by the same person.

Yet it was completely different.

The earlier voice was as low as a drumbeat, each word bearing the weight of ten thousand pounds.

Yet now the voice was faint, as light as a breeze, like a passerby uttering a casual remark.

It was a nonchalance born of standing high enough that everything seemed insignificant.

"Cultivating to the Wu Zun Realm..."

"This is my realm. I have transcended the mundane, Not Die Not Rest."

"This is my heaven and earth. I have transcended the mundane, Not Die Not Rest."

"Even if you could annihilate this Clone, you cannot wound my foundation."

Because before it spoke across an entire expanse of heaven and earth.

Now it is face to face.

"Why not retreat quickly?"

The final word fell.

Jiang Feng lifted his head, looking at him, staring at that utterly indistinct face.

His mouth was covered in blood, his face drenched in blood, his white robe soaked with blood.

He was in utter disarray, his misery at its peak.

Then he let out a sudden cold laugh.

The cold laugh echoed beneath the dark‑purple firmament, reaching the ears of that vague figure.

The figure was silent for a moment.

He seemed somewhat surprised.

He was surprised that this young man, crushed by his Rule Power to such a degree, could still laugh.

Then he moved.

He only shifted slightly.

It was a breath.

A single, extremely faint breath.

Yet it was this breath…

Between heaven and earth, a thunderbolt suddenly erupted.

No, not one.

The thunderbolts ripped down from the dark‑purple firmament, each as thick as a bucket, each bearing terrifying power enough to tear the void.

Those thunderbolts ripped down from the dark‑red firmament, each as thick as a bucket, each bearing a terrifying force capable of tearing the void.

Their target was only one.

Jiang Feng.

The thunderbolts hammered Jiang Feng.

His body trembled violently within the thunder.

With each bolt that struck, his skin turned charred, a tendon snapped, and a bone shattered.

The thunderbolts' power pierced his Protective True Qi, pierced his flesh, and struck directly on his Divine Soul.

In his Sea of Consciousness, that Divine Soul, tempered by life and death, was cracking inch by inch under the thunder's onslaught.

【121】 Jiang Feng's face twisted.

His teeth bit into the Mouth, piercing a hole through the Mouth.

Blood surged from that hole, mixing with the blood at the Mouth corner.

But he made no sound, because he had endured the pain of a close one's death…

That pain was fiercer than any punishment in the world.

Before that pain, these thunders at this moment… amount to nothing?

The thunder lasted a full incense‑stick's worth of time.

When the Final Time thunder dissipated, Jiang Feng was no longer in human form.

He lay limp in the void, his whole body charred black, his clothes torn, Seven Orifices bleeding.

His Breath Weak to almost imperceptible degree, his eyes half‑closed, the remaining light in the Pupils Jumping weakly.

But that Obscurity figure grew ever more silent as it watched him.

Because it discovered something.

Jiang Feng's Divine Soul did not shatter.

Although cracked, although covered with countless fissures, it still did not shatter.

The Divine Soul seemed to have been tempered once by the thunder's onslaught.

Those fissures… were healing at an extremely Slow pace.

The figure fell silent.

This silence lasted a long time.

Then it spoke again.

"Your will truly exceeds my expectations."

"But however strong the will, it cannot bridge the gap in power."

"Final Time opportunity… retreat."

Jiang Feng gave no reply.

He lay limp in the void, like a charred corpse.

A long time passed.

So long that the Obscurity figure thought he was already dead.

Jiang Feng suddenly moved.

His neck turned extremely Slow, turning to an angle that barely faced the figure.

He opened his eyes.

Then he Laughter.

That Laughter hung on his blood‑splattered face, tragically to the extreme.

"You…"

His voice was hoarsest imaginable, as if scraped from a pile of embers.

Each character trembled, yet each was crystal clear.

"Your primordial power…"

"You're about to give up, aren't you?"