Chapter 171

At the same time Chen Zheng arrived at the Group of Stars Sect, the Star Emperor Dragon Bed had already carried Hua Hua Tiandou Du completely out of the Primordial Chaos Great World, flying past the sun, moon, and stars in the endless nebula, flying over one star system after another, flying out who knows how many light-years away, arriving in the unknown icy depths of cosmic space.

The Star Emperor Dragon Bed did not reduce its speed, still flying, as if it wanted to fly into another universe, another great world.

"I won't take revenge on Chen Zheng anymore; I only have one small wish: let me return to the Feather Ascension Sect, let the Supreme Elder protect my primordial spirit with great magical power, let me escape this filthy body, and repossess a male body—how could this be so difficult… how could this be so difficult…"

Hua Hua Tiandou Du lay sprawled on the bed in a spread-eagle shape, his face lost and spiritless, his eyes dull as he stared at the darkness outside, his cracked lips moving as he muttered repeatedly.

At this moment, his heart was filled with boundless resentment: resentment toward Yanshui Yi, resentment toward Sima Chong and Young Master Chu Nan for defiling him, resentment toward Cang Bai Zi and Wan Luo for provoking Chen Zheng, and resentment toward the artifact spirit of the Star Emperor Dragon Bed.

Even resentment toward unfair fate!

His first half of life had been incredibly smooth: he inherited the legacy of Panwu Immortal Venerable, was favored by two great sects, enjoyed smooth sailing, and was as comfortable as a fish in water.

Why has he suddenly plummeted now?

Why does fate toy with him so?

Why?

Hua Hua Tiandou Du was filled with confusion and bewilderment, plus fear of the future.

He did not know where this broken bed would take him.

What kind of life would he face next?

Or would he again fall into others' hands, to be played with and tortured?

He just lay there silently, like a soulless puppet.

What he did not know was that beneath the Star Emperor Dragon Bed, on a black star, there was an old fellow from the Primordial Chaos Great World.

And moreover, he was his fellow disciple.

Only see, on that star, demonic clouds rolled everywhere, enveloping the entire star.

Within the demonic clouds were myriad strange heavenly demons, thick as locusts, flying and howling, hurling the captured living beings' corpses they had snatched from somewhere onto the ground, piling up into mountains of corpses numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands; scarlet blood flowed down the mountains like rivers, flowing across the land, with a stench that reached the heavens, as if they wanted to turn this star into a world like a blood-and-flesh mire.

Such a scene was too terrifying, like purgatory, simply the nightmare of all living beings, with no one daring to come.

But at this very moment, on a certain spot on the star, a figure walked step by step, unmoved by the blood covering the ground, his white robe remaining unstained.

The figure was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, with a slightly youthful face; though young, his gaze was lofty, his spirit vigorous like the rising sun, as if this aura alone could shift the sun and moon and tear open the heavens.

If Chen Zheng were here, he would instantly recognize this boy as his son Meng Shaobai.

Meng Shaobai was actually not in the Feather Ascension Sect, but on a star in this universe teeming with heavenly demons?

What was he doing?

He held a Heaven Fang Painting Halberd; though not particularly tall, his frame was somewhat slight, yet he possessed the courage of an ancient hegemon; each swing of the halberd to slash carried the aura of splitting heaven and earth, and the halberd itself burst forth with fierce killing intent in all directions, slaughtering the surrounding hundreds of heavenly demons.

Even a heavenly demon king who had cultivated to the Golden Core realm could not escape his halberd.

This halberd seemed tailor-made for him, a true weapon of slaughter!

Moreover, every heavenly demon he slew had its essence sucked into the halberd, transformed by the Great Slaughter Technique, and merged into his body.

And the various divine abilities cultivated by those heavenly demon kings were transformed into slaying runes, inscribed on the halberd, making this weapon of slaughter even more ferocious.

This is the power of the Great Slaughter Technique, far surpassing the Great Collapse Technique and the Great Cutting Technique, discarding flashy nonsense, focusing on just one word: 'kill'!

Kill resides in the heart; any attachment, obstacle, or even all things must be killed, can be killed, killing until blood spatters mountains and rivers, heaven and earth turn red.

The more one kills, the stronger the practitioner of this technique becomes!

"I have already used the Great Slaughter Technique to slay over a hundred million minor heavenly demons and 1,080 heavenly demon kings, absorbing all their essence into the halberd and my body, raising my cultivation to the ninth level of divine abilities and elevating the halberd to the grade of a supreme treasure; as soon as I advance to the Longevity Secret Realm, this halberd will become a Dao artifact! Chen Zheng, my good adoptive father, by that time I will return to the Feather Ascension Sect and repay you in full for the shame you brought me in the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, and I will personally pierce your skull with the halberd you gave me, haha! Hmm, what is that, how could there be a bed in the sky?"

Meng Shaobai swung the great halberd, sweeping clear the heavenly demons within a radius of several hundred li, his spirits high as he let out a long whistle to the heavens.

This upward glance, he happened to see the Star Emperor Dragon Bed flying past overhead, his eyes turning doubtful.

Due to the countless heavenly demons wreaking havoc and slaughtering living beings, this star field had become a death zone, where no one dared to come lightly.

Even in this star field there existed a demon god equivalent to the Longevity Secret Realm, not to mention the ancient giants, who dared not come.

He was only able to come here to roam and slaughter heavenly demons without restraint thanks to the protection of his newly recognized adoptive father.

"Haha, I actually managed to pick up a superior Dao artifact in the starry sky—what luck, what luck!"

Suddenly, a colossal Kun-Peng appeared above Meng Shaobai's head, spanning the firmament, blocking the sky and sun; it was indeed a creature neither bird nor fish.

The Kun-Peng's booming laugh shook the eight directions; it extended its giant claws and in one grab seized the Star Emperor Dragon Bed flying through the starry sky, no matter how it struck or leapt, it could not escape its grasp, being pulled down.

Swish!

The Kun-Peng transformed into an old man with an extremely high nasal bridge, a plump figure, standing over ten zhang tall, appearing before Meng Shaobai, lowering his body, placing the Star Emperor Dragon Bed before him, and with a kind face said: "Shaobai, the grade of your Fang Tian Hua Ji is too low; you should discard it. I have just obtained this bed, which is quite good—it is a supreme Dao artifact, and you will find it easy to use."

"Adoptive father, this bed is strong, but I still feel my halberd… eh, are you Fang Qingwei, the sister of Fang Qingxue?"

Meng Shaobai was about to tell the Kun-Peng that his halberd was easier to use, but the corner of his eye caught Hua Hua Tiandou Du lying on the Star Emperor Dragon Bed, and he couldn't help but stare.

Originally, given his cultivation and status in the Feather Ascension Sect, he would never have known someone as insignificant as Fang Qingwei, but since this woman is the younger sister of Fang Qingxue and also Chen Zheng's sister-in-law, he had paid her a little attention.

He never expected to meet this woman in the depths of cosmic space.

Moreover, seeing her tattered clothes, covered in scars, lying on a bed, was too strange.

Could it be that she had been abandoned halfway?

"Meng Shaobai!"

Hua Tiandu also recognized Meng Shaobai, first stunned, then overjoyed, hastily clambered up from the Star Emperor Dragon Bed, rushed toward Meng Shaobai, and spoke incoherently: "Junior Brother Shaobai, I am your senior brother! Quick! Quickly take me back to the Feather Ascension Sect; afterward I will richly reward you!"

"What nonsense is this?" Meng Shaobai's face darkened, and he prepared to reach out and push Hua Tiandu away.

But at that moment, Kunpeng said: "Shaobai, she is your friend? Then you must not push her, otherwise if you're not careful, she will miscarry."

"Mis... miscarry what?"

Hua Tiandu's attempt to grab Meng Shaobai's hands froze mid‑air; he lifted his head, his face full of bewilderment, staring blankly at Kunpeng.

(End of chapter)