After practicing the Transformation Method, Luo Feng’s godly body became like the most terrifying weapon. His fingers, sharp and containing boundless might, easily penetrated the chest of the Envoy of the Snow Realm.
“Eh?” Luo Feng, who stepped out from the Void, was quite surprised, “Is the Envoy of the Snow Realm so fragile?”
Mechanical Treasures like Heart Devil Kite, Demon General of Heartshadow, and Envoy of the Snow Realm were reputed in the outside world to be on par with Primal Chaos Realm Weapon Secret Treasures, renowned for their toughness. But in this moment, as Luo Feng’s palm pierced through, he confirmed the true defensive capabilities of the Envoy of the Snow Realm.
“The material of this Envoy of the Snow Realm is at the bottom among the Weapon Secret Treasures of the Primal Chaos Realm.
Plus, because it is a Mechanical Treasure made of mechanical parts, its stability is even worse,” Luo Feng assessed as he pierced through, fully ascertaining the strengths and weaknesses of the Envoy of the Snow Realm, “An eternal true god definitely couldn’t break this Envoy of the Snow Realm, but any slightly formidable being from the Primal Chaos Realm could damage it.”
“Slightly inferior materials, slightly worse stability. But it is very complexly made, allowing a group of the weak to burst forth with great strength.
A single Envoy of the Snow Realm is worth as much as an ordinary Primal Chaos Realm Weapon Secret Treasure, roughly around 200 million Cosmic Sand,” Luo Feng said, accurate in his valuation with detailed intelligence from his master, Mountain Sitting Guest.
After all, his master used to sell these.
“Buzz.”
As Luo Feng’s fingers pierced into the chest of the Envoy of the Snow Realm, he immediately sensed all the Manipulators within the Envoy.
A Leader, thirty-six assisting eternal true gods, and forty-nine thousand true gods of void space were all in a state of endless fear at this moment.
“Reeking of blood.” Luo Feng could feel the blood-stained scent deeply ingrained in the souls of the Leader ‘Liu Yinyan’ and the thirty-six eternal true gods; they were disciples directly under the Ancestral God of the Snow Realm and practiced the Bloodline of Blood Dharma.
The forty-nine thousand true gods of void space, however, didn’t have much of a blood scent; they were not yet qualified to learn the emperor level inheritance.
After all, cultivation requires the consumption of a vast amount of Blood Food, and the consumption of Blood Food by beings from the Primal Chaos Realm and numerous eternal true gods was already enormous, not enough to go around. Thus, true gods of void space were naturally forbidden to use Blood Food. In desperation… some of the lower ranks who erred could also end up as Blood Food.
“To be born in the Snow Realm, indeed, it’s a lament for you all,” Luo Feng had no killing intent towards those forty-nine thousand true gods of void space.
He was well aware of the pitiable state of the middle and lower tiers within the Snow Realm.
Born in that territory, even thinking of escape was futile.
“Buzz!”
Luo Feng’s thoughts were lightning-fast. As his hand pierced the chest of the Envoy of the Snow Realm, he seized the Leader ‘Liu Yinyan’ in his palm, while an invisible fluctuation swept across the thirty-six assisting eternal true gods, causing each of them to perish.
At the same time, he expelled all forty-nine thousand true gods of void space, each tumbling away into the distance.
“Piercing the chest, damaging a section of the chest components – a fix and it’ll still be usable. It might fetch a decent price,” Luo Feng collected the figure of the Envoy of the Snow Realm. After all, being poor, the Envoy valued at roughly two billion was still worth cherishing.
Luo Feng then looked at the young man in the blood-red robe ‘Liu Yinyan’ held within his palm.
As Liu Yinyan was grasped within the palm, he looked up to see the familiar figure in a black robe; Luo Feng at this moment looked indifferently at the blood-robed youth as if he were looking at filthy trash.
“Luo He?” Liu Yinyan couldn’t believe it, “You, you’ve broken through to the Primal Chaos Realm?”
Piercing the Envoy of the Snow Realm with one hand, that was certainly not something an eternal true god could achieve.
…
Luo Feng stood above the Fengyi District, clutching Liu Yinyan in his hand, a scene that naturally everyone witnessed.
“Lord Luo He, he, he’s reached the Primal Chaos Realm?” On the side of the city owner’s mansion, General Yuewu, General Yong Hu, and various other eternal true gods were all shocked. Too many eternal true gods longed to take that step.
Even General Yuewu, who was publicly recognized as a future Primal Chaos Realm being, still had an unknown time of arrival.
Now, they who thought they knew Lord Luo He well, saw him truly become a Primal Chaos Realm being.
“He turned out to be a Primal Chaos Realm being,” the Dream Flower Tower Master muttered to himself in a whisper.
“Was he always a Primal Chaos Realm being, or is he a newly advanced one?” Lord of Huyang City also pondered in secret.
“My master, he is a Primal Chaos Realm being?” Moyu Qingyan was somewhat stunned, and Morosa chuckled as he looked at Moyu Qingyan.
…
Billions of Creatures of the Fengyi District were the most excited, watching the scene above where Luo Feng held Liu Yinyan in one hand with both gratitude and excitement.
“We’ve survived.”
“My father, mother, wife, and all my children have survived. My fellow disciples, my clan… they all survived.” The Fengyi District was home to a myriad of different clans and even some small sects and forces, all of whom had now survived.
“That is Lord Luo He.”
Billions of Creatures, the vast majority of whom did not recognize Luo Feng. Yet some true gods of void space, with some knowledge of the information, recognized at a glance that the figure high above was indeed Luo Feng.
“It was Lord Luo He who saved my entire clan.”
Many Cultivators felt tremendous gratitude.
…
“Young Master Yan has been captured, the thirty-six eternal true gods are all dead, am I free now?” The forty-nine thousand true gods of void space, scattered in all directions, each had different thoughts at this moment.
Being born in the realm of the Snow Realm, they were deprived of the right to choose from the very beginning, compelled to serve the massive power of ‘the Snow Realm’.
Even some who failed would become sources of Blood Food.
“Leaving here, I will never return to the Snow Realm,” a true god of void space left silently.
“The Envoy of the Snow Realm has been taken away, how will we return to the Snow Realm?” There were also some true gods of void space devoutly loyal to the Snow Realm, still thinking of returning. But Yu Kingdom was too far from the Snow Realm.
They could only hope the Snow Realm would come to fetch them, or that Marquis Liu Yin would find a way to send them back.
“Us weak ones, the Snow Realm probably doesn’t care about us, right? Have I struggled in vain for so long? Can’t I go back?”
“Only a few of my kin still live; this vengeance, I will most definitely seek.”
The forty-nine thousand true gods of void space had varying thoughts.
As one of the Land of Origin’s top ten sinners, the ‘Ancestral God of the Snow Realm’ ruled his territory with extreme cruelty; countless beings harbored resentment against him.
But the Ancestral God of the Snow Realm didn’t care. His disciples, once they reached the Eternal True God Level, would be granted a drop of his blood to inherit the Bloodline of Blood.
Upon absorbing this drop of blood, they would naturally become loyal, never to betray.
Thus, in the Snow Realm, while there may be much grievance and resentment at the lower levels, the middle and upper echelons were absolutely loyal.
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Luo Feng’s seemingly casual act changed the fate of the forty-nine thousand true gods of void space, changing the destiny of billions of creatures in the Fengyi District.
“I didn’t expect that Luo He had already reached the Primal Chaos Realm.” From the side of the Flame Wind Pavilion, Emperor Chu Yu and the Deputy Pavilion Master, watching this scene, were in high spirits.
“Now I can take Luo He back to the Flame Wind Ancient Country with me,” thought Emperor Chu Yu.
Emperor Chu Yu then transmitted his voice from afar, “Luo He, now that we have both stepped into the Primal Chaos Realm, once the matters here are settled, we can return to the Flame Wind Ancient Country. Remember, don’t kill Liu Yinyan at all costs! Publicly killing Liu Yinyan while the two armies are in stalemate… Marquis Liu Yin, for the sake of face, will surely make a move against you.”
…
Luo Feng heard Emperor Chu Yu’s transmission and looked at Liu Yinyan in the palm of his hand.
Knowing Marquis Liu Yin’s nature, with many sons and daughters, the death of one Liu Yinyan would not be too unbearable! But in a stand-off between two armies, with someone from the Primal Chaos Realm taking action—a matter of face—Marquis Liu Yin could not tolerate it!
“Lord Luo He, my father is Marquis Liu Yin, my master is the Ancestral God of the Snow Realm; please forgive my previous disrespect and spare my life,” Liu Yinyan pleaded for mercy.
He guessed that a newly advanced Primal Chaos Realm cultivator wouldn’t dare to kill him publicly.
But he didn’t dare to bet!
Having spent so much time in the Snow Realm, he was accustomed to the madness there. Cultivators of the Snow Realm acted unbridled, killing without a second thought!
Background? It’s only useful if you value it.
“Brother Luo He, you are not yet a Guest Elder of my Flame Wind Ancient Country. Even if you were… my Flame Wind Ancient Country does not intervene in conflicts between Guest Elders. After all, many emperor level beings at the border kingdoms are Guest Elders of my Flame Wind Ancient Country.
They often fight among themselves, and we do not intervene,” Emperor Chu Yu perceived something wrong and immediately transmitted, “Even the disciples of Emperors perish in these external conflicts! As long as it’s a fight on the same level, the Flame Wind Ancient Country does not interfere.”
“Once you kill Liu Yinyan, and Marquis Liu Yin flies into a rage! Being from the Imperial Clan of the Flame Wind Ancient Country, he wouldn’t dare touch me, but I can’t stop him either!”
Emperor Chu Yu transmitted his advice.
He valued Luo Feng highly for his loyalty and sense of righteousness, as well as his hate for evil. But it was precisely because of this ‘hate for evil’ that Emperor Chu Yu worried that Luo Feng might act impulsively and kill Liu Yinyan.
“He has instantly killed thirty-six eternal true gods, yet he merely captured Liu Yinyan alive,” the Deputy Pavilion Master remarked, “This Luo He, he’s most likely not a rash person.”
“I advised him, yet he didn’t agree to spare Liu Yinyan. I always feel that something is wrong,” said Emperor Chu Yu, “For a minor eternal true god, it’s not worth putting oneself in jeopardy.”
…
As Emperor Chu Yu advised, the avatar of Marquis of Jiu Jiang was also attempting to persuade through transmission, “Younger Brother Luo He, congratulations on breaking through to the Primal Chaos Realm. But the gap between beings of the Primal Chaos Realm is vast.”
“This era, I invited friends from various sides, but still, no help came. You, a newly ascended Primal Chaos Realm being, needn’t involve yourself, I will confront Marquis Liu Yin and settle this with a victory or defeat. If I lose, I’ll also give up my territory.”
“You’re giving up, Marquis of Jiu Jiang?” transmitted Luo Feng.
“Eight or nine out of ten, I won’t be able to hold on to this territory,” the avatar of Marquis of Jiu Jiang transmitted back, “You, as a new Primal Chaos Realm cultivator, need time, time to grow steadily. Not to meddle in this now.”
Luo Feng understood.
Luo Feng then looked towards the distant sky.
In the sky, a strand of blood-red flame condensed, forming a dark red armored figure. This dark red armored figure looked towards Luo Feng.
“Release my child, hand over the Envoy of the Snow Realm, and offer up another ten billion Cosmic Sand to the Snow Realm as compensation,” the dark red armored figure spoke indifferently, “Then I will spare you, giving you, a newly ascended Primal Chaos Realm being, a chance to live.”
“Otherwise, if I deal with you, it would not be considered bullying the weak,” the dark red armored figure kept his gaze on Luo Feng.
“Are you that confident?” Luo Feng looked at him.
“Those who seek death, feel free to make your move,” the dark red armored figure said coldly, watching the scene.
Luo Feng nodded slightly, exerting force with his finger.
Thud!
“No—” Young Master Yan was filled with horror but was still crushed to pieces, turning to ash.
This scene stunned Marquis of Jiu Jiang and Emperor Chu Yu, even the distant dark red armored figure’s expression changed subtly.
“Come then, I want to see how exactly I’m seeking my own death,” Luo Feng looked at the dark red armored figure.
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Thank you to the new Alliance Hierarch for their support: Qin’s Moon