Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Feeling the change in Ling Feng’s mindset, the ethereal figure nodded slightly, gazing deeply at Ling Feng, and slowly said: ”Feng’er, as the union of me and your father, you possess the finest bloodline among us, superior to both me and your father.”

Ling Feng looked at his mother. He had always possessed the power of the Heavenly Dao Clan, which indeed far exceeded that of ordinary people. But compared to other members of the Heavenly Dao Clan, what was special about him?

In his body, there was no power from the Sky Patrol Clan!

His mother gazed at Ling Feng and said slowly: ”It’s the power of Chaos! Feng’er, do you think every Heavenly Dao’s Son can possess the power of Chaos? If that were the case, when the Heavenly Dao Clan was besieged by the All Heavens Immortal Clan, they wouldn’t have ultimately been defeated!”

”The power within you surpasses both the Heavenly Dao Clan and the Sky Patrol Clan! You are the most unique existence in this world! Even those so-called Heavenly Gods must fear your existence!”

Ling Feng’s gaze flickered. He had never thought his bloodline was so special.

Perhaps this is why Ling Hanyang was determined to awaken his Golden Emperor’s Eye.

Because only he could end it all.

Although the cost was truly great!

After explaining everything, his mother’s glow gradually dimmed, as if soon to dissipate into the world.

”Feng’er, my child! The path you are about to tread will be a thousand, ten thousand times more difficult than you imagine! But your mother believes you can do it! And only you can do it! Take good care of yourself...”

His mother’s ethereal shadow spoke intermittently.

As she was about to dissipate, the luminous figure of the woman looked up at the Heavenly Vault, as if wanting to see through to the end of the heavens, where her husband was.

A final trace of tenderness flickered in her eyes.

Crash!—

The nine-colored radiant shadow finally completely dissipated.

The ancient Divine Tree gently swayed as Ling Feng stood on the lake’s surface, seeming dazed.

Ling Feng’s heart was sorrowful.

His father captured at the world’s origin, his mother’s fate unknown.

He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, turning it ashen white.

Ling Feng was unaware, deep in his soul, there emerged deep hatred.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Hanyang’s figure gently drifted over.

”Do you understand now?”

Ling Hanyang’s voice was still indifferent, just as Ling Feng’s mother said, the most painful person was in fact Ling Hanyang.

If he could have such power, such talent, why would he scheme all this, forcing his grandson into this fate worse than death.

Ling Feng looked at Ling Hanyang, and somewhat numbly nodded.

He somewhat understood Ling Hanyang now, but still didn’t know how to face him.

Perhaps to reduce Ling Feng’s hesitation and conflict, Ling Hanyang hadn’t shown any tenderness, taking all the blame upon himself.

He was more suffering than anyone!

”Then, let’s go back.”

Ling Hanyang once again grasped Ling Feng’s shoulder, and with a shift of light and shadow, Ling Feng was once more returned to the previous cave.

Grandfather and grandson looked at each other silently.

Finally, it was Ling Hanyang who broke the silence first.

”In my heart, Ling Kun has never been merely a servant, he was my last friend.”

Ling Hanyang took a deep breath and said slowly: ”Sadly, he had little talent and didn’t wish to cultivate, too overflowing with a woman’s compassion.”

Ling Feng slightly raised his head, looking at Ling Hanyang, as if he were speaking to himself; Ling Feng could feel the bitterness in his words.

”That final sword utterly obliterated his Soul Mark, even I could not revive him.”

Ling Hanyang continued to mutter: ”For him, perhaps it’s a kind of release. As for those two other girls, I left them a sliver of vitality, so technically, they weren’t dead.”

”What did you say?”

Ling Feng looked up sharply, his hands trembling slightly.

Ling Hanyang looked at Ling Feng and said, ”That girl named Lin Xian’er, I previously gave her a Soul Stabilizing Elixir to take, her death was essentially a fake death. To me, reviving her is not difficult.”

”What about Yan’er!” Ling Feng blurted out.

At that moment, he realized Tuoba Yan’s place in his heart. While Lin Xianer’s death pained him, Tuoba Yan’s death made him nearly collapse.

His feelings towards Tuoba Yan had surpassed that of an ordinary companion.

Perhaps it’s more fitting to call her a cherished confidante.

”As for Tuoba Yan, she belongs to the Sky Strategy Clan, her lifespan predetermined, not living past forty. Even if she breaks through to the Emperor Realm, it’s hard for her to live past fifty. For you, she is not a suitable match.” Ling Hanyang answered evasively.

”Can she be saved!” Ling Feng gritted his teeth and asked.

”You should be able to feel, at the moment you killed her, a force within her body merged into yours.”

Ling Hanyang said slowly: ”To some extent, it was precisely her Profound Yin power that helped you successfully evolve into the Golden Emperor’s Eye; otherwise, you might not have endured.”

Ling Feng clenched his fist, fixing his gaze on Ling Hanyang: ”So, the reason you made me personally kill Yan’er was because of her physique!”

”I didn’t want to hide anything. From the moment she came to your side, her fate was set; she would inevitably become your sacrifice! Only by obtaining her Profound Yin power could you truly control the power of the Shura’s Eye.”

Ling Hanyang stood with his hands behind his back and said slowly: ”Perhaps you don’t know, the technique she cultivated, ’Charming Lady Yin Technique,’ was arranged by me through your teacher Yan Cangtian to deliver into her hands!”

”You!”

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, staring at Ling Hanyang, teeth clenched: ”I just want to know, can she be saved!”

”Her body is already damaged beyond repair, but her Divine Soul is preserved intact.”

Ling Hanyang looked at Ling Feng, saying faintly: ”In a critical moment, the Heavenly Strategy Treasure gathered her Divine Soul.”

As he spoke, Ling Hanyang took out the Heavenly Strategy Treasure and handed it to Ling Feng.

Through the connection of the Heavenly Strategy Treasure, Ling Feng indeed felt Tuoba Yan’s Divine Soul, though weak, it truly still existed.

”If you want to bring her back to life, there are three ways.”

Ling Hanyang said slowly: ”The first way allows her to exist as an Artifact Spirit, which comparatively is the simplest way.”

”How would that count as truly living!”

Ling Feng immediately shook his head, dismissing the first option.

”The second option is to seize the body of another female with a Xuanyin Body, but Xuanyin Bodies are extremely rare. As far as I know, only Hui Yue Saintess in the East Spirit Immortal Pond has the same Xuanyin Body.”

”Also not acceptable!” Ling Feng shook his head. He held no particular grudge against the Hui Yue Saintess.

Moreover, the Hui Yue Saintess was Tuoba Yan’s Master, even if he didn’t mind, Tuoba Yan definitely wouldn’t do such a thing.

”Then the last option remains. With your current medical skills, you are not inferior to mine. As long as you have the Netherworld Fruit that can bring the dead to life and turn white bones into flesh, reconstructing her body isn’t difficult; however, her lifespan is fixed, utmost living until her forties or fifties. Is it worth it to seek the Netherworld Spirit Fruit for her?”

”It’s not a matter of whether it’s worth it, it must be so!” Ling Feng clenched his fist, ”She is a very important partner to me!”

”Alright, since you’ve made up your mind, I will tell you one more thing. Though her lifespan is fixed, if you can acquire the true Timeless Spring, time on her body will freeze, living several thousand years is achievable.”

Ling Hanyang gave Ling Feng a deep look and continued: ”Lin Xian’er is in another grotto here, unharmed. Alright, what should be said I have already said, what you wanted to know, you now know. I should go and do things I should have done long ago!”

After speaking, Ling Hanyang turned and prepared to leave.

”You... you...”

Ling Feng looked at Ling Hanyang’s back, wanting to call him to say something, yet he found himself speechless.

Ask him to stay? He didn’t know how to face him at all.

Ask what he was going to do? With his current ability, he couldn’t help in any meaningful way.

He couldn’t even bring himself to call him ’grandfather.’

All the words reached the tip of his tongue and got swallowed back.

Ling Hanyang paused his steps, the anticipated call didn’t come; he turned his back to Ling Feng, chuckled in self-deprecation, but felt no regret.

He must do this, and only he could do it!

From the moment Ling Feng’s Emperor’s Eye awakened, his life was destined to be strewn with thorns, thus he absolutely cannot be weak! He has no right to be weak!