66 Blood Rite (1/2)
The contained protests threatened to burst. Gnashing his teeth, Chan Aiguo's felt the hairs on his skin rising. Trying to discern the strength of Feng Hui, he cursed, ”We are both Transcendents…”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
”Thus, how am I still unable to see through him?” Akin to an evil spirit, Chan Aiguo's crazed look frightened the imperial harem. The dense pressure of his rival's soul still haunted him.
The accepted final step of cultivation. Within the Eastern World, the Immortal realm was a myth, and the residents believed that the Transcendent realm was the highest possible stage. No one had been able to confirm the truth, after all.
Through numerous blood rituals, Chan Aiguo had managed to recover the majority of his vital strands. After Zhi Ruo's near killing blow months ago, it had taken him much longer than expected to consolidate his realm.
”You're nothing to me!” Chan Aiguo shouted. ”You have nothing left, Fengge.”
”In this world… Long Fengge is no more!” The hydra-attired Chan Aiguo became translucent, appearing as if he was floating in space.
Chan Aiguo's eyes closed as he stretched his senses to encompass the Long Kingdom. Feeling the countless vibrations of the surrounding space, he licked his lips.
These vibrations were the materialized form of the world's laws. Someone with a shallow cultivation would merely feel that this was far beyond their comprehension.
For high-level cultivators like Feng Hui, the world's laws were perceived as many finely-tuned strings that had come together to form a complex, exquisite instrument.
A world that Feng Hui could reach into. The weak cultivators saw an unsolvable puzzle, but Transcendents saw organization within the madness.
”I'm no longer the same Chan Aiguo.” The hydra-attired devil coolly stated. When he had reached the revered Transcendent realm, he had felt a whole new world awaiting him, which had greatly lessened his dangerous obsession with Zhi Ruo.
The curtain was raised, and Chan Aiguo planned to reach the top; he would not allow anyone to halt his progression. For him, this was the route to happiness.
In a flash, the evil domain had begun descending onto the entire kingdom without warning, creating a giant blood bubble that embraced every living being within its vicinity.
Hua, hua, hua…
”Halt.” One with the void. In Feng Hui's battle with the half-step Immortal Tian Changming, the endless dark hole that he had created was the embodiment of this almighty world law, but Chan Aiguo's incorporation strictly paled in comparison.
At that time, the control that Feng Hui had shown had terrified even a half-step Immortal: a coldblooded master who had lived for over ten-thousand years.
Near Feng Hui, the space around him opened up in an extremely natural manner. Working together to protect their new emperor, the materialized vibrations of the world's laws were giving off such an impression.
Feng Hui unhurriedly strolled through the void. There was a natural gentle aura that floated around. The strongest Transcendents were unable to achieve such a feat.
The world's laws seemed to guide the black-robed master through the void. A simple movement from Feng Hui caused countless bubbles to form, shining with unbelievable pure realm power.
”Chan Aiguo.” Feng Hui said as he opened both his hands.
The calm, chilling voice resulted in Chan Aiguo doubting himself, and he wondered where his original courage had disappeared to.
Regarding dangerous obsessions, even the strongest cultivators were unable to get over them completely. Growing stronger did not mean that one had to disconnect from their roots. Memories lasted forever.