That deafening explosion was like an earthquake or a natural disaster. Even thousands of miles away, one could feel the faint shaking.
"Boom!"
From afar, the core of the explosion seemed to be the self-detonation of a blood-red golden sun. Dazzling blood-red flames and golden light wreaked havoc for hundreds of miles.
The core area of the explosion faintly emitted an ancient forbidden aura.
The power of the self-destruction this time was more than two times stronger than the one in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
You should know.
The self-detonation from last time had killed a Death Spirit Lord.
But this time, Wen Luoan self-destructed in his "complete state" instead of using a secret technique.
This was because the power of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races bloodline and even his soul accompanied his self-destruction.
From this, it could be seen how terrifying the power of the explosion was.
Even an ordinary Great Emperor wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.
Boom!
Everything within a thousand miles was shrouded in dust.
The environment and climate of the entire mini domain were affected.
This forest was similar to the Eight Desolate Mountain, and its living space was about the same as the Thirteen Countries of Cloud.
The strongest expert in this zone was only a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord.
The terrifying aura of this self-destruction made the hearts of the Sovereigns in this region jump.
The dust that shrouded thousands of li did not disperse for a long time.
"Zhao … Feng …"
In the core of the explosion, in the ravine that had been flattened, came a voice that made one's heart tremble.
That voice was low, hoarse, and extremely cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
They saw.
A figure of death wearing a dark golden crown stood in place. His loose black robe fluttered in the wind.
The Emperor of Death stood where he was, and he seemed completely unharmed.
However …
His expression was extremely gloomy, and his pitch-black and boundless eyes constricted unsteadily.
Within his field of vision.
Apart from the Emperor of Death and a few Death Guards, even their corpses were turned into ashes.
There seemed to be an invisible forcefield around the Emperor of Death. Even the ground beneath his feet didn't leave any marks.
Such terrifying strength was enough to shock some of the Great Emperors of the Spirit Realm Sacred Land.
"Bai … Bai Lin!"
The Emperor of Death's expression changed as he suddenly thought of something.
If the white-eyed girl was within a few hundred miles, she would definitely die.
She did not have the strength and survivability of a Death Guard.
The death of his third disciple, Wen Luoan, brought great humiliation to the Emperor of Death.
He had watched as his disciple, whom he had nurtured for many years, self-destructed right before his eyes, but he was unable to stop it in time. What kind of mockery and humiliation was that?
All of this was orchestrated by Zhao Feng.
However, if the white-eyed girl with the Eye of Destiny also died in the explosion, the losses would be severe.
Thinking of this.
The Emperor of Death groaned as his complexion became even worse.
Even though the self-detonation did not cause him any direct damage, he still suffered a certain amount of backlash from forcefully activating a secret art to defend himself despite his weakened body.
This was undoubtedly one disaster after another for the Emperor of Death, who needed to rest.
"Bai Lin!"
The Emperor of Death forcefully circulated his Divine Sense to cover a few thousand miles.
"Mas … Master!"
A timid voice came from the distant sky.
Raising his head, he saw the white-eyed little girl drifting down with a somewhat pale complexion and a lingering fear.
"It's good that you're still alive!"
The Emperor of Death couldn't help but let out a long breath.
The white-eyed little girl was indeed worthy of having the Eye of Destiny. She had a sharp sense of danger.
Before Wen Luoan self-detonated, the white-eyed little girl had gone out to play.
Luck was also a part of fate.
For someone with the Eye of Destiny, the white-eyed little girl even had the ability to grasp fate.
"Zhao Feng … I'm afraid this is your true goal."
The Emperor of Death's pitch-black eyes gazed in the direction of the Pirate Sacred Land.
The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
As long as the Eye of Destiny was on his side, the Emperor of Death had a high chance of winning.
"Third Senior Martial Brother … I'll take revenge for you."
A rare look of hatred appeared in the white-eyed little girl's eyes.
The memories of Senior Martial Brother Wen with her seemed to flash in her mind. The image of the warm youth who always smiled and took care of her couldn't be erased from her mind.
A serious expression started to appear on the white-eyed little girl's face.
"Bai Lin, how's your prediction going?"
The Emperor of Death asked.
The girl with the Eye of Destiny had always been nonchalant, and it was rare for her to be serious.
"There are more and more clues and information. I'll definitely be able to find his whereabouts. "
The white-eyed little girl bit her lips as she held her brush.
As Zhao Feng escaped and fought with the Death Spirit Lord, more and more information was revealed.
In the limitless ocean, on the other side:
Whoosh!
The Ghost Corpses Ship flew at a high speed in a certain direction.
Within the captain's room:
"Unfortunately …."
Zhao Feng revealed a regretful expression as he sat down.
The instant after Wen Luoan self-detonated, Zhao Feng also saw a blurry image through the Dark Heart Seal.
The Emperor of Death's strength was unimaginable.
Furthermore, the white-eyed little girl's aura wasn't within the range of the self-detonation.
However, Wen Luoan's self-detonation was Zhao Feng's first true counterattack after facing the Pursuit of Death.
In the past.
When Zhao Feng faced the Pursuit of Death, he would either run or fight with his life on the line.
However, this time:
Not only did Zhao Feng injure one of the Emperor of Death's right-hand men, he even counterattacked the Emperor of Death.
"Skeletal Division Leader, change the route slightly."
Zhao Feng suddenly said.
The owner of the Eye of Destiny gave him a warning.
He couldn't go straight toward the Sky Sacred Qin Palace.
Next:
Zhao Feng told the skeletal Division Leader to change the route randomly.
The destination did not change, but the route changed irregularly.
Zhao Feng made this decision based on his intuition.
"Master, according to the new route, the journey will be longer. It will take another year to reach the Sky Sacred Qin Palace."
The skeletal Division Leader said.
"That's it."
Zhao Feng nodded his head.
He would focus on cultivating for the next year.
Zhao Feng closed his eyes and entered seclusion.
At this moment:
Apart from the amount of True Yuan, Zhao Feng was stronger than normal Void God Realm Kings.
In order to accumulate True Yuan faster, Zhao Feng organized some of the spoils of war in his ancient metal ring.
In reality.
Ever since the fortune in the Heaven's Legacy secret realm, Zhao Feng had used up all of his resources.
The remaining resources and precious materials he had were all plundered later on.
However, at this level, the resources that could push Zhao Feng's cultivation became less and less.
Two months passed.
Zhao Feng drank the remaining Dragonflame Wine and Lightning Cloud Wine, but the effects weren't obvious.
After all, Zhao Feng's Scarlet Destruction True Yuan had reached the level of a King, and it was slightly stronger than normal Void God Realms.
"There's still half a cup of Illusion God Wine left."
A purple crystal cup appeared in Zhao Feng's hand.
Gulu!
Zhao Feng drank the last half a cup of Illusion God Wine.
After several months of killing, Zhao Feng's Intent had completely stabilized, and it had even improved.
After drinking the Illusion God Wine, a strong drunkenness covered Zhao Feng's Soul Consciousness.
In essence:
The power of the Illusion God Wine was absorbed by the soul, and the drunkenness directly affected his Soul Consciousness.
Soon.
Zhao Feng's consciousness entered a profound state of emptiness.
In just a few breaths:
Zhao Feng's mental energy Intent seemed to have increased, and his comprehension of Heaven and Earth increased.
Of course, this increase in Intent was only temporary.
Zhao Feng used his time and entered a state of comprehension.
Ten breaths later:
That kind of drunkenness, from the peak, slowly receded.
Half the time it took to make tea later:
Zhao Feng's consciousness returned to normal, and he shook his head and sighed.
At his current level, the effect of the Illusion God Wine wasn't as strong as the first time.
The comprehension just then only increased Zhao Feng's mental energy Intent slightly.
However:
When one's mental energy Intent was approaching the peak of the Void God Realm, even the slightest increase was hard to come by.
"My comprehension of Heaven and Earth Intent should surpass most Kings."
Zhao Feng nodded his head slightly.
Only Emperors at the peak of the Void God Realm would be able to suppress Zhao Feng in terms of Intent.
After increasing his Intent, Zhao Feng's cultivation speed would also increase.
In the next one or two months, Zhao Feng's cultivation continued to increase.
Unfortunately, the resources that he had on hand that could help him advance in his cultivation were getting fewer and fewer.
In the fourth month after leaving the Pirate King Sacred Land:
Zhao Feng's True Yuan storage had reached the limits of the peak Origin Core Realm.
In the following period of time, Zhao Feng could break through to the Void God Realm at any time.
"Although becoming a King won't increase my strength by leaps and bounds, my foundation will increase greatly. I won't be a burden anymore …."
Zhao Feng murmured.
The strength of his True Yuan, the level of his soul, and his mental energy Intent had all reached the Void God Realm.
The only thing he lacked was the amount of True Yuan.
Previously, when fighting with Kings, Zhao Feng had to end the battle quickly. If he fought for too long, he would run out of energy.
Within the captain's room:
Zhao Feng was only half a layer away from reaching the Void God Realm.
As for the precious resources he had on hand, he had basically used up all of them.
On this day:
Zhao Feng closed his eyes as his consciousness entered the whirlpool in the center of his purple Soul Ocean.
Shua!
Zhao Feng stepped into this ancient land once again.
By now, the Ancient Dream Realm's rejection of Zhao Feng was becoming smaller and smaller.
This was especially so after merging with the Mystic Ice Scaled Race's bloodline, which was ranked on the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
This meant that Zhao Feng would be able to use more battle-power in the Ancient Dream Realm.
Ta! Ta!
Zhao Feng quickly walked across the grass toward the forest in front of him.
A while later:
Ceng!
Zhao Feng jumped into the forest.
There were many native beasts of the Ancient Dream Realm in the forest, and danger was everywhere.
Zhao Feng opened his God's Spiritual Eye and avoided some of the larger beasts.
At the current stage, the meat of beasts and spring water weren't of much help to Zhao Feng.
He needed to find new resources!
After entering the forest, Zhao Feng slowed down.
In this period of time, Zhao Feng met a poisonous snake and a leopard, but he managed to deal with them without any mishaps.
After searching for half a day:
Zhao Feng's wish came true and he saw a huge tree with fruits growing on it.
Maybe it was because of the weather, but the other trees didn't have any fruits, and even the leaves were slightly yellow.
Only this huge tree had an unusual aura, and there were dozens of yellow and red fruits growing on it.
However, the area around the tree was deathly silent, and there was an unsettling aura.
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