Chapter 1954
Chapter 1954
When Qingyu finally escaped the Void God's lair, which had thankfully been left unguarded, and emerged in the world of frost, she saw the terrifying, gigantic death god that was the Transcendent Truefiend. Lingfeng had slaughtered a path through and finally made his way toward her. His terrifyingly powerful soul had already wrapped around her. Though it was tumultuous, there was a hint of gentleness in that spirit embrace.
Within the black vortex ahead, the Transcendent Truefiend was fighting nonstop. Corpses of specters rained down. Due to them dying soul deaths, their bodies weren’t bleeding in the slightest. The fully intact corpses made the other specters even more wary.
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The black miasma took up two-thirds of the sky, shrouding a large part of the star in darkness. Then the three-headed, six-armed fiend turned to look at Qingyu. The baleful souls that surrounded its body numbered in the hundreds of millions. The countless souls of the specters had been changed; their vindictive intent filled the sky, none of them having died a willing death. They were still tethered to the world of the living, howling and screaming their regrets and wrath. Lingfeng looked like a concentrated mass of baleful souls. The terrifying power that had been contained within the forbidden box had been let out. And now that the disaster had been unleashed, it would no longer be under anyone's control.
"Feng!" Qingyu didn't want him to turn into that, but she’d had no choice. She flew into the air, ignoring everything as she approached the gigantic fiend of resentment. She manifested her infinite lunar goddesses to give him a good look at her. The sight of nine shining moon deities approaching a three-headed, six-armed fiend was majestic, as well as rather ironic. The things they symbolized should have stood against each other, yet the two of them fell into one another's embrace.
The baleful souls collided with the goddesses, causing smoke to rise. All the souls moaned with discontent and agony. Even so, they weren't able to stop Qingyu from entering Lingfeng’s embrace. He had grown quite large since fusing with the Soulfiend. His six arms looked like pitch-black claws, which he used to tear countless specters asunder. Yet when Qingyu came to him, his claws held her with the gentlest of touches. She stood in the palm of his hand like a candy he was keeping for himself.
"Feng," she said, looking up as her tears flowed. One of the fiend's gigantic heads wore an expression of utter wrath, its eyes filled with raging souls and killing intent. Lingfeng turned the head with the joyful expression toward her as the Soulfiend had done to him before. However, absorbing too many baleful souls had caused the happy expression to be rather twisted. Even so, he tried his best to express his joy, doing his best to radiate a gentle affection through his reddened eyes. He didn't say a single word; a single dumb smile was enough to express himself.
She had survived her tribulation! When his dark eyes met her bright ones, the countless baleful souls and specters charged toward them, but they didn't notice any of that. It was as if nothing else but the two of them existed in the world. A single gaze seemed to last for a myriad of years.
Despite coming from two polar opposite paths—one of purity and the other of savagery—a single passionate gaze between the two of them was enough to melt away the instinctual conflict within them and unite their hearts. Lingfeng wasn't a pure fiend and had feelings of his own that he held onto tighter than anything else. Likewise, Qingyu wasn't a pure goddess and had no prejudice against him, only trust. She could now be certain that Lingfeng had completely stolen her heart for good. Her heart was the perfect piece to fill the void in his chest, that revolving Primordial Gate. Her heart would fill the place of his own.
"Feng, my brother asked us to get back to him," Qingyu said. They couldn't afford to dally, so regrouping was the most sensible move. They were still in enemy territory, after all. Tianming and the others had been forced into coming. Ideally, they would have stayed back in the Flameyellow Guard Formation for maximum advantage instead of coming to the star of the Void God to fight.
Lingfeng didn't respond and merely looked closely at her. Soon, he shifted to the head with the angered expression. This face was covered with even more baleful souls that leaked out of its eyes, nose, and ears. All of them howled toward him, screaming insults all the while. He turned away and charged toward the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. Apparently, he could understand Qingyu's words despite being unable to reply. At the very least, he still kept his reason, though his wordless demeanor was terrifying nonetheless.
"Stop him!"
"He killed so many of us! He must die here!"
"Kill him!"
There were still many that didn't know fear. They charged at Lingfeng like they couldn't see any of the baleful souls around him.
"Haaargh!" Lingfeng groaned as he shielded Qingyu and Shuo Yue with his gigantic hands, protectively cupping them together before he soared upwards like a black tornado. Countless abilities were launched at him, but they didn't slow him down. He grew stronger the more he killed, to the point that the hundreds of millions of people attacking him could no longer stop him. The abilities and corpses that fell from the sky did slow him down a little, but they couldn't push him back at all. Even after all that culling, the enemies around him still numbered more than a hundred million.
The specters were all rather stumped by what they were witnessing. Not even the ruler of Skywolf Blaze would be able to leave if he were surrounded by an army of hundreds of millions. Alas, even the strongest races would eventually come to know awe and shock.
While they had dared to stop Lingfeng when he slaughtered his way into Skywolf Frost, few among the Sanctvoid Army dared to do the same while that plague was finally leaving them. More and more specters decided to stand back, and those that stubbornly tried to get in his way were fated to die.
Qingyu was quite shocked to see what was going on from that close.
"If this was a mistake, then I’ll make up for it for the rest of my life." The sheer number of baleful souls and corpses were staggering to witness. Qingyu knew that Lingfeng quite possibly could have trod upon a path of no return. From now on, the way his life progressed would no longer be entirely up to him.
As the stormy black miasma filled the sky, it populated its surroundings with baleful souls. The shadow of death hung around the two of them as they made their way up toward the Sanctvoid Guard Formation. The Ninedragon Imperial Tomb was still holding its own against the assault, despite many close shaves with destruction. Tianming had managed to endure until Lingfeng and Qingyu's return.