yready #493 - History shows its power
#493 - History shows its power
The Heavenly Mandate Sect Leader, Yun Zhao, could hardly believe it. Never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated that his own meticulously crafted scheme would lead to such a catastrophic turn of events.
He glared fiercely at the red-robed woman, Dai Qianmo, and rebuked her, "Junior Sister, I have poured everything into you, protecting you at every turn, shielding you from the backlash of the Heavenly Dao, and even procuring the Yellow Springs Tree to help you preserve your life.
Why do you treat me this way? Our goal was to eliminate Li Chengfeng, yet you mistakenly killed an innocent. You are simply insane!"
With that, he hurled the ancient altar in his hand. This was not only his natal magic treasure but also the medium through which Heavenly Mandate Masters communicated with the Evil Gods. After refining it, its power was boundless.
The altar, carrying terrifying force, crashed down upon Li Chengfeng. A deafening roar echoed as Li Chengfeng appeared to be smashed into pieces, only to dissolve into a stream of air.
The true Li Chengfeng instantly materialized, smiling at Yun Zhao and saying, "Thank you."
Immediately afterward, a bizarre force severed the connection between Yun Zhao and the altar. Yun Zhao's mind reeled in agony, and he gritted his teeth, uttering the words "Soul Severing Art."
He realized that reclaiming his magic treasure was hopeless and resentfully exclaimed, "So, behind that powerful spell was your substitute puppet!"
Li Chengfeng smiled faintly and responded, "Naturally. If not for that, why would I go to such lengths, even feigning spitting blood?
If I were to personally use the Soul Severing Kill, it would be effortless. Now, you shall die!"
As he spoke, he once again cast the same strange incantation as the substitute puppet, and the air filled with an eerie energy fluctuation.
Yun Zhao roared, "Li Chengfeng, you wait! I will tear you to pieces, and this hatred will never be forgotten!"
With these words, he transformed into a wisp of black gas and fled in panic.
However, how could Li Chengfeng let him escape so easily? With a miserable scream, a strand of Yun Zhao's remnant soul was severed and imprisoned in Li Chengfeng's hand.
This wisp of remnant soul, far from dissipating under the seal, gradually recovered Yun Zhao's appearance. His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Li Chengfeng, as if wanting to devour him.
Li Chengfeng smiled faintly and asked, "Do you know why I want to keep your remnant soul? It is precisely because I have taken a fancy to your magic treasure.
The altar treasure contains the extraordinary evil power from the altars of past Heavenly Mandate Masters, which is extremely rare.
Without your remnant soul as a guide, how could I easily refine it? With the help of your remnant soul, the refining process will surely be twice as effective."
Upon hearing this, the remnant soul of the Heavenly Mandate Master Yun Zhao was consumed with rage and cursed, "Li Chengfeng, you treacherous villain! I never imagined that I would fall into your trap again.
You were merely bluffing just now. How could you possibly use the Soul Severing Kill again?"
Li Chengfeng nodded in satisfaction and replied, "That is indeed the case.
I was merely trying to scare you on purpose. With your caution, which is similar to mine, you would surely flee first if you weren't completely certain. Only then could I be at ease."
With that, Li Chengfeng waved his hand, reaching directly for the altar.
At this moment, Yun Zhao's remnant soul suddenly burst into laughter, saying, "It remains to be seen who will have the last laugh. Greed is the root of all evil.
Li Chengfeng, your greed and obsession with magic treasures will ultimately lead you to a dead end."
Before his voice faded, the artifact spirit within the magic treasure suddenly leaped out, revealing itself to be a late-stage Core Formation realm Evil Spirit.
It unleashed a deadly attack on Li Chengfeng. With rapid hand movements, the altar's phantom manifested, lifelike and rumbling as it pressed down on Li Chengfeng.
The Evil Spirit sneered, "Human whelp, how dare you disrespect this Evil Spirit and attempt to refine me?
You are simply courting death! If you are willing to kneel and beg for mercy, acknowledging me as your master, perhaps I can bestow upon you the power of the Evil God. Otherwise, to be an enemy of the gods is to walk the path of annihilation!"
Li Chengfeng's expression turned solemn. The methods employed by this Evil Spirit were extremely powerful, not only sealing off the void but also drawing upon a constant stream of sacrificial power.
This magic treasure had been used by countless Heavenly Mandate Masters, and over the years, its artifact spirit had become extraordinary.
If given another hundred years, it would likely advance to the Nascent Soul realm. At that time, Yun Zhao's strength would be even more terrifying.
Instead of fear, Li Chengfeng was overjoyed, and a new plan spontaneously arose.
Li Chengfeng's mind raced, and he immediately unleashed the second movement of the "Twelve Chapters of Riding the Wind," the River of History, with a "whoosh."
Behind him, a river of history exploded open, its waters the torrent of time. With a "whoosh," it engulfed the altar's phantom and the Evil Spirit, unstoppable as the waves surged back.
The artifact spirit felt its power rapidly draining away, and the altar's shadow gradually blurred, like an old photograph fading.
In the past, it had never been so formidable, relying entirely on a power that did not belong to it. Now, it was like a deflated ball.
Back then, it was a pitiful creature tossed into the void by the Evil God and treated like a treasure by the Heavenly Mandate Masters, sacrificed to day in and day out.
In the end, the Evil God reaped all the benefits, leaving it with only scraps.
It had finally cultivated to the point of almost becoming a Nascent Soul powerhouse, only to step into a labyrinth of time, which was incredibly frustrating.
But at this critical juncture, Li Chengfeng made his move, saying leisurely, "My time, my river, your history, from now on, are all a part of me.
Evil and the altar are merely waves in the river, destined to settle into memories."
As soon as these words were spoken, the waters of time boiled, engulfing the Evil Spirit in one gulp.
The Evil Spirit was furious, roaring like a wolf, but in an instant, it found itself slowly merging into this time, its connection with the Evil God severed, and its memories beginning to blur, like sand scattered by the wind.
It had become a part of the River of Time, embarking on a new journey. It probably never dreamed that a spell could possess its own soul, which was simply a miracle of miracles, awe-inspiring!
It hurriedly begged for mercy, "Exalted Senior, I admit defeat, I am convinced, please spare my life!"
Li Chengfeng smiled without speaking, "I have no intention of taking your life, I only want you to become the spirit of my spell. This is an unprecedented attempt.
My 'River of History' spell will accommodate many spiritual entities, and you will not be alone.
I have severed your connection with the Evil God, you are free, and I am the sole master of this world."
Upon hearing this, the Evil Spirit was consumed with rage, "Hmph, if that's the case, then I will self-destruct, and we will perish together, turning your spell into nothingness!"
Li Chengfeng was leisurely, "How can a spell be easily destroyed? If you self-destruct, you will merely be a speck of dust in reincarnation.
Within this River of Time, only I can control this history.
You can still rest quietly in the River of History. If you self-destruct, then all will be empty."
With that, a seal quietly descended into the Evil Spirit's body, and the Evil Spirit instantly lost its composure, kneeling in the river, addressing Li Chengfeng as its master.
Li Chengfeng smiled with satisfaction, "Cultivate well."
With a wave of his hand, the river receded, a flash of sword light returned to his dantian, and the sound of the sword echoed like celestial music, lingering for a long time.
Subsequently, he easily seized the Heavenly Mandate Master Yun Zhao's Sect Leader Altar, sealed it, and threw it into the Hell Blood Pool for suppression, everything under control.
This scene was completed in the blink of an eye, from the Evil Spirit's sneak attack to being led into the River of Time by Li Chengfeng, in just a few breaths.
He held the trembling remnant soul of the Heavenly Mandate Master Yun Zhao and smiled, "Look, your Evil Spirit is now a part of my spell.
All spiritual beings in the world can be used by me, and my spells will only become stronger day by day."