Chapter 1102: Debts That Cannot Be Paid

When Emperor Xia and the Blood River Daoist attacked Lin Feng, the Emperor of the Dead’s eyes have turned completely black, like the darkest abyss in existence.

Rays of grey light shot forth and condensed into three half-black and half-white Dao Fruits. Although these three Life and Death Netherworld Dao Fruits did not contain any strong Evil Souls, they emanated terrifying mana pulses.

These were originally intended for defending against Lin Feng’s Thunder Dragon Avatar or Zhu Yi’s Higan Golden Bridge, but with his own mana being continuously drained by Lin Feng’s Two Elements Origins-Returning Mystic World Spell, the spell he was using to regain his mastery level was about to be destroyed. It was futile to continue resisting on that front.

The three Life and Death Netherworld Dao Fruits all burst into flames, reducing to clouds of black light that shielded the Emperor of the Dead, forming a gigantic black altar.

The altar was three storeys tall. The bottom floor was dead silent, like a final resting place for souls. The middle floor was bustling with abundant life. The top floor was spacious and misty like the skies above, but also resembled an omnipresent being watching over the mortal world and Netherworld below.

The three elements – Heaven, Earth, and Humans – blend perfectly with the Life and Death Samsara, creating an incomparably formidable energy force.

This was the Netherworld Sacrificial Rites, the Emperor of the Dead’s strongest abhijina that surpassed even the Netherworld Immemorial Grand Cataclysmic Curse, comprehended only by the Emperor of the Dead himself! Furthermore, the Netherworld Sacrificial Rites completely abandoned offensive power for defence.

The Life and Death Book before the Emperor of the Dead flipped continuously, conjuring the mighty World of the Dead. Boosted by the powers of creation, the strength of the magic treasure and the person blended flawlessly, and each strengthened the other.

Under such immense pressure, the Emperor of the Dead himself stopped floating upwards in the black vortex and even started descending downwards. Even Lin Feng’s intimidating Heaven-Destroying Sword Formation could not destroy the black altar constructed by the combined powers of the Emperor of the Dead and the Life and Death Book.

Upon noticing this, Lin Feng nodded. “Extraordinary indeed.”

Despite saying this, Lin Feng’s expression remained unchanged. Under the boost from the Holy Light of Creation, his terrifying sword formation continued its barrage of assaults with no end, eroding the protective black light surrounding the Emperor of the Dead, forcing him to replenish the black light again and again to support the altar.

At the same time, Emperor Xia and the Blood River Daoist’s attack has already reached behind Lin Feng.

Lin Feng himself did not turn around, but his Thunder Dragon Avatar belted out a long roar that couls seemingly shake the heavens and change the paths of the stars.

This immense strength that could disrupt the movement of stars rebounded back onto the Thunder Dragon Avatar. His gargantuan serpentine body wiggled, upheaving the void.

In this moment, Yin and Yang reversed, while Heaven and Earth inverted.

The Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia’s attack paused for an instant amidst the void, then began charging towards the Emperor of the Dead right after. It was like an arrow that left the bow, unable to be withdrawn or stopped.

The Emperor of the Dead’s eyes lit up. “This is indeed more problematic than the Great Void Sect’s Cheng Heaven Great Void Light. It feels … as if it can even deal with the Cheng Heaven Great Void Light?”

With this thought flashing through his mind, the Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia’s Evil Souls surged with thick black light under the Emperor of the Dead’s manipulation, causing them to instantly weaken hence being unable to deal any effective damage against the black altar he conjured from his Netherworld Sacrificial Rites abhijina.

But with that, he created an opening for Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman tailing behind.

The Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia were forced to attack Lin Feng at first, but this left their own weaknesses wide open. Now with their strength significantly reduced, they were devastatingly hurt by Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman’s assault.

Even though the Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia’s strength was weakened, they regained their former levels instantaneously. However, even such an instantaneous change was considered sufficiently long for strong cultivators like Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman.

Amidst the flickering light, the Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia’s Evil Souls were severely damaged. Their bodies exuded large amounts of black light almost akin to excessive bleeding.

After forcing their Evil souls back, Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman did not continue pursuing them, instead changing their target to the Emperor of the Dead himself.

Lin Feng’s Thunder Dragon Avatar then extended his right claw which shimmered with a golden glow, mighty and ferocious. It slashed towards the black altar constructed from the Emperor of the Dead’s Netherworld Sacrificial Rites.

Lin Feng’s Heaven-Destroying Sword Formation did not slacken his menacing assaults either.

Even the Emperor of the Dead cannot withstand such a ferocious attack with his current mastery level. He could only watch as his black altar got decimated level by level.

The Emperor of the Dead glanced coldly at Lin Feng and the rest. Without saying anything else, he forcefully slapped his palms together. The black vortex beneath him suddenly fell still and then began to spin rapidly in the other direction.

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The black vortex immediately threw him out, and halted the spell he used to regain his mastery level. But this black vortex spinning in the opposite direction surged uncontrollably with streams of incredible power, as if the entire spiral was about to crash down.

At the heart of the black vortex, he could vaguely make out an endlessly churning catastrophe in the Netherworld Sea, about to spout out. The red chaotic void space created from the energy of a heavenly catastrophe was also quaking violently, seemingly originating from the outside Netherworld Sea, and began churning up enormous waves.

Even though his spell was prematurely terminated, the Emperor of the Dead knew that he may very likely not just have his mastery recovery halted if he had hesitated a little longer. He would very possibly have left his life back in the Netherworld Sea.

Under such circumstances, he could only make a prompt decision and make the necessary sacrifices.

The Emperor of the Dead’s eyes were as dark as a deep abyss, but still flickered with white light. The eyes of the severely injured Blood River Daoist and Emperor Xia similarly flickered with white light.

Their wounds healed in an extremely short amount of time and they continued charging towards Lin Feng and Yan Nanlai.

With the black vortex beneath the Emperor of the Dead spiralling continuously in the opposite direction, the entire space became unstable.

Xiao Yan and Wu Mengqi let out a grunt. Both their eyes also flashed with the image of a Netherworld Sea catastrophe, wanting to stabilize the violently rocking Netherworld Sea. But the Netherworld Sea was tumultuous and wild, hence attempting to tame it down was a thousand times harder than trying to stir up additional chaos.

The Emperor of the Dead had no intentions of containing the powers of the Netherworld Sea, instead yearning to push it to a state of greater chaos and turbulence. Under such circumstances, even the combined strength of Xiao Yan and Wu Mengqi would be unable to stop the Emperor of the Dead if they cannot control a heavenly catastrophe either.

The black vortex split open explosively and rippled continuously outwards in all directions. The savage power of the Netherworld Sea penetrated the barrier of the heavenly catastrophe and began swallowing up the red chaotic void space.

This way, the heavenly catastrophe colliding with the Netherworld Sea would not be damaged at all, but would merely change its state. But Lin Feng, Xiao Yan, Zhu Yi, Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman would have to deal with the incoming Netherworld Sea at an even greater intensity than before.

At the same time, Emperor Xia and Blood River Daoist had no regard for personal safety under the Emperor of the Dead’s manipulation, and pounced over ferociously, trapping them. The Emperor of the Dead’s gaze flickered with a red glow, seizing the chance to teleport into the Netherworld Sea. With a flash, he was about to disappear.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lin Feng hardened his gaze and used his Supernatural Awareness to project his voice. “Zhu Yi!”

Without saying anything, Zhu Yi already understood Lin Feng. He slammed his palm onto the Higan Golden Bridge. The magnificent ever-changing golden bridge instantly traversed the void, descending upon the Emperor of the Dead.

The Emperor of the Dead lifted his Life and Death Book to hold up the Higan Golden Bridge, but the Saros Magical Tree above Lin Feng’s head shielded its owner with boundless radiance. Lin Feng then exhibited the Celestial Sect Teleportation Technique and traversed the calamities of the Netherworld Sea, activating his Heaven-Destroying Sword Formation and charging towards the Emperor of the Dead once again.

“Forget it! Forget it!” The Emperor of the Dead exclaimed. With a point of his finger, three more Life and Death Dao Fruits flew out, with one of them being the Dao Fruit that contained Emperor Xia’s Evil Soul.

The three Dao Fruits met, and Emperor Xia’s figure suddenly disappeared and then reappeared inside the half-black and half-white Dao Fruit.

In the next instant, the three Dao Fruits shattered, morphing into rays of black light which delivered Emperor Xia’s Dao Fruit into the black altar.

“I present my offering,” The Emperor of the Dead said coldly.

Inside the altar, Emperor Xia revealed a conflicted expression, with hints of anger, relief, but dominated by loneliness. His body gradually reduced to dust inside the black altar, without a sound and without a breath.

The black altar that performed the Netherworld Sacrificial Rites to the extreme, grew even more majestic, more mysterious, and more menacing!

As the altar enlarged continuously, the thousands of calamities across the Netherworld Sea quaked, with their noises growing more terrifying and chaotic, as if the heavens and lands had churned up a tsunami with the peak of its wave charging straight for Lin Feng. It was like an apocalypse.

Yan Nanlai, the Qing Yi Holy Woman, Wu Mengqi and the Qing Ning Holy Woman gazed at Emperor Xia’s fading shadow and sighed.

As he was slowly crumbling to dust within the altar, Emperor Xia’s gaze became clearer as he looked at the collapsing red chaotic void space and muttered weakly, “It may be fate for me to die here and let Brother Chiyang watch my demise.”

“You still haven’t paid back what you owed him,” Lin Feng said calmly, “Back when the Emperor of Extremity had not reached the height of his rule, you would have died at the hands of the previous Holy Demonic Emperor if not for Wen Chiyang. This incident was merely a fleeting memory in Wen Chiyang’s mind, so insignificant that it almost did not leave an impression. He did not keep it in mind, but it seems as though neither did you. As for your battle against the Emperor of Extremity, there’s even less to be said.”

Emperor Xia sighed, “Revenge blinds the eyes. Saying these now is meaningless considering the misgivings I committed back then. Everything’s settled to dust. I really cannot pay back what I owe …”

Amidst his sighs, Emperor Xia’s Evil Soul disappeared completely, and the black altar enveloping him exploded abruptly in all directions.

Lin feng shook his head as a flicker of light shimmered between his eyebrows. A giant spell formation expanded out. At the centre of the formation, a large four-legged crucible suppressed the heavens. The Two Elements of Creation Formation’s boundless overwhelming energy dispersed outwards, blocking the savage assault of the Emperor of the Dead’s Netherworld Sacrificial Rites.

And in the depths of Lin Feng’s Virtual Entity, his Divine Original True Spirit Pattern glowed again, and its mystifying powers shook the stars. Being distorted by an immense force, the expansive Netherworld Sea rolled towards the Emperor of the Dead.