Chapter 902: Chapter 551: Primordial Golden Immortal, Blowing Up Tombs and Severing Ancestors (Extended Chapter)
The starry sky before him was being manipulated by the Space-time Law, slowing the passage of time by at least tenfold; a day in here equated to ten days in the Great Universe.
Chu Zheng’s expression immediately turned solemn. This meant the battle time was further compressed, necessitating a swift and decisive fight.
Though Feng Wenzhong was on the brink of death, having entered the Ancestral Realm, he had experienced countless ages. His mastery over the Space-time Law was phenomenal; the passage of time had nearly lost all significance to him.
He rose from the great star, his body withered, silver hair lifelessly dull, and his expression cold. As he raised his hand repeatedly, a gentle breeze transformed into blades that rended the Star River, while the illusion of the river of time occasionally emerged, weaving toward Chu Zheng.
Brilliant azure Immortal Light rampaged across the Star Sea, instantly sweeping over Chu Zheng.
In an instant, Chu Zheng’s heart beat like a drum, resonating loudly, slashing away tens of thousands of years from his lifespan.
Chu Zheng paused briefly, indifferent. He was far too young; tens of thousands of years meant little to him, simply a drop in the ocean, unworthy of concern.
His actions didn’t cease as he struck again. Despite only entering the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, he was at the peak of his vigorous years, chaotic Qi surged around him, with the immense power of the Laws of Destruction in each of his punches and kicks.
The Heavenly Mirror hung high above, continuously projecting chaotic light beams, disrupting time and space, countering the gusts stirred by Feng Wenzhong’s fingertips.
He was like a wild dragon breaking through a net of time and space, rudely tearing at all restraints.
In a flash, divine light extended for billions of feet, enveloping vast swathes of the Star Sea, the Heavenly Dome shattered, stars crumbled to dust.
The epic battle was fiercely intense; time and space at their clash warped and fractured, instantly reorganized, Stars crushed then restored in the chaos, continually living and dying.
Feng Wenzhong continually neutralized Chu Zheng’s ferocious assaults, his counter-attacks were overwhelmingly sharp, leaving numerous scars on Chu Zheng’s Dharma Phase.
Chu Zheng, unconcerned with injuries, further activated the Heavenly Fate within him, augmenting with Heavenly Fortune Power, elevating his battle prowess by several tiers.
Chu Zheng could clearly sense Feng Wenzhong’s power rapidly dwindling. Each of his bursts was accelerating the depletion of his already sparse Life Origin; his attacks like the sunset glow, brilliant yet nearing darkness.
"Young one, to what end do you strive today?"
In the heat of the battle, Feng Wenzhong suddenly coughed lightly, his strikes slightly slowed, attempting to divide Chu Zheng’s focus.
Chu Zheng’s eyes flickered, not missing this fleeting opportunity.
He aimed his fingers like a sword, pure Primordial Power coiling at the tips, thrusting fiercely toward Feng Wenzhong’s brow.
Simultaneously, atop the Star Dome, the Heavenly Mirror’s light surged, radiant starlight and moon beams intensified, casting the Circuit of Qi, locking the bubbling yet dwindling Space-time Law barrier surrounding Feng Wenzhong.
Thud—
Chu Zheng’s fingertip effortlessly contacted Feng Wenzhong’s brow, piercing through his skull.
Ancestor Blood splattered, dyeing the dimensional space.
A towering blood wave surged, bursting forth Immortal Light in layers, ultimately becoming a formless, intangible funeral bell that pierced the myriad realm barriers.
Dong—
The bell tolled, shattering souls, ignoring temporal barriers, instantly booming in the deepest Sea of Consciousness of every Ancestral Realm giant across the Great Universe.
This was heaven’s omen, ancestral fall and path collapse.
In the next instant, the abundant Heavenly Fate within Feng Wenzhong poured continuously into Chu Zheng like a breached flood.
The process was unexpectedly smooth, in mere moments, Feng Wenzhong’s residual Heavenly Fate was thoroughly plundered by Chu Zheng.
With the departure of Heavenly Fate, Feng Wenzhong’s already decaying body, crumbled like withered sand, turning into countless light dots, dispersed in the starry sky of the Ancestral Tomb, completely vanishing with his path and spirit.
Chu Zheng, without a moment’s hesitation, turned and fled from the starry sky frantically. He didn’t risk lingering in the Great Universe but detoured directly to the Cosmic Edge, crossing into the Vast Universe to reckon with his avatar.
Then he ventured to a concealed location, wholly engaging the Yuan Qi within, guiding the newly acquired Heavenly Fate to swiftly merge with his existing Heavenly Fate.
Boom!
His aura began to explosively escalate at a visible pace, instantaneously stabilizing in the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, progressing toward a deeper, uncharted tier.
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Meanwhile, outside the Feng Clan Ancestral Tomb, the void was forcibly torn open, a grim rift by invisible Colossal Strength. Feng Qingyi’s figure stepped forth, her towering fury and icy killing intent wrapped around her.
She didn’t have time for a detailed survey of the Ancestral Tomb’s interior; her Divine Sense swept past the violently fractured Guardian Array gap and the tumultuous energy ripples remaining in the Star Sea, her expression already dark enough to drip water.
She suddenly extended her hand, five fingers spread, fiercely grasping at the starry sky yet to calm after the war.
Buzz—
Vast Ancestor Realm Power surged outward, forcibly intruding upon the space-time laws over an innumerable stretch of billions of miles.
In an instant, the shattered Star River, dispersed energy, even lingering light shadows started to rewind and reorganize as though in an illogical playback.
The scenes from moments earlier, Chaos Dharma Form shattering the array, Heavenly Mirror’s light beams, the fierce clash of two figures, up to the final finger crushing the skull...
*Although somewhat hazy, the key features were distinctly visible, all caught forcibly by Feng Qingyi’s immense Mana, ingrained in her vision.*
"Heavenly Mirror...Zheng Chu!!!"
Upon witnessing the familiar Ancient Mirror, and the handsome face unaffected by the spatial undulations yet unmistakably recognized, the anger and hatred within Feng Qingyi’s chest suddenly breached the critical point.