The contained protests threatened to burst. Gnashing his teeth, Chan Aiguo's felt the hairs on his skin rising. Trying to discern the strength of Feng Hui, he cursed, "We are both Transcendents…"
"Thus, how am I still unable to see through him?" Akin to an evil spirit, Chan Aiguo's crazed look frightened the imperial harem. The dense pressure of his rival's soul still haunted him.
The accepted final step of cultivation. Within the Eastern World, the Immortal realm was a myth, and the residents believed that the Transcendent realm was the highest possible stage. No one had been able to confirm the truth, after all.
Through numerous blood rituals, Chan Aiguo had managed to recover the majority of his vital strands. After Zhi Ruo's near killing blow months ago, it had taken him much longer than expected to consolidate his realm.
"You're nothing to me!" Chan Aiguo shouted. "You have nothing left, Fengge."
"In this world… Long Fengge is no more!" The hydra-attired Chan Aiguo became translucent, appearing as if he was floating in space.
Chan Aiguo's eyes closed as he stretched his senses to encompass the Long Kingdom. Feeling the countless vibrations of the surrounding space, he licked his lips.
These vibrations were the materialized form of the world's laws. Someone with a shallow cultivation would merely feel that this was far beyond their comprehension.
For high-level cultivators like Feng Hui, the world's laws were perceived as many finely-tuned strings that had come together to form a complex, exquisite instrument.
A world that Feng Hui could reach into. The weak cultivators saw an unsolvable puzzle, but Transcendents saw organization within the madness.
"I'm no longer the same Chan Aiguo." The hydra-attired devil coolly stated. When he had reached the revered Transcendent realm, he had felt a whole new world awaiting him, which had greatly lessened his dangerous obsession with Zhi Ruo.
The curtain was raised, and Chan Aiguo planned to reach the top; he would not allow anyone to halt his progression. For him, this was the route to happiness.
In a flash, the evil domain had begun descending onto the entire kingdom without warning, creating a giant blood bubble that embraced every living being within its vicinity.
Hua, hua, hua…
"Halt." One with the void. In Feng Hui's battle with the half-step Immortal Tian Changming, the endless dark hole that he had created was the embodiment of this almighty world law, but Chan Aiguo's incorporation strictly paled in comparison.
At that time, the control that Feng Hui had shown had terrified even a half-step Immortal: a coldblooded master who had lived for over ten-thousand years.
Near Feng Hui, the space around him opened up in an extremely natural manner. Working together to protect their new emperor, the materialized vibrations of the world's laws were giving off such an impression.
Feng Hui unhurriedly strolled through the void. There was a natural gentle aura that floated around. The strongest Transcendents were unable to achieve such a feat.
The world's laws seemed to guide the black-robed master through the void. A simple movement from Feng Hui caused countless bubbles to form, shining with unbelievable pure realm power.
"Chan Aiguo." Feng Hui said as he opened both his hands.
The calm, chilling voice resulted in Chan Aiguo doubting himself, and he wondered where his original courage had disappeared to.
Regarding dangerous obsessions, even the strongest cultivators were unable to get over them completely. Growing stronger did not mean that one had to disconnect from their roots. Memories lasted forever.
"You're willing to cast a blood rite over the entire Long Kingdom to save yourself?" The deep voice was calm without a single ripple.
"..." Watching the interaction, Zhi Ruo sighed. Thinking to herself, "Chan Aiguo wasn't like this to begin with."
In the beginning, he was a hardworking scholar, kindly offering to cut her tangled hair which had reached the grass. After surviving for months in the Magical Beast forest, the trio's appearance was beyond unkempt and disgusting, but Chan Aiguo had not disdained them at all.
Chan Aiguo was the first person that the trio had met after enduring a long six months in the vicious Magical Beast forest. Furthermore, he had provided them with food and shelter.
With just a few words, the connection had developed in an instant. Zhi Ruo was unsure of the exact time that Chan Aiguo had begun comparing himself to Feng Hui, but in the future, she would never allow such a dangerous seed to sprout up again.
. . .
Meanwhile, stationed at a remote mountain village, a meekly-dressed old man was stroking his white beard. The old man had been casually walking around before coming to an abrupt halt.
Feeling the fluctuations that threatened to swallow his entire village whole, the old man's aged face turned furious; his long beard madly fluttered in the wind.
The anger continued for several seconds before ceasing. For a while, the old man remained motionless. A soft voice resounded behind him, seemingly awakening him from his slumber.
"Grandpa Zhou, what is happening? I'm scared…" The mellow voice belonged to a female juvenile who was around the age of eleven.
Smiling, Zhou Lei stroked the petite girl's curly violet hair, "It is nothing to be scared of. How about this. Your Grandpa Zhou will go and have a look."
"However, once Grandpa Zhou returns, there must be no more fear!" Zhou Lei chuckled at the female juvenile's worshipping look. It was as if she really believed that a simple old man was able to traverse thousands of miles to reach the root of the trouble.
"Mn. That's a good girl." Zhou Lei's clear eyes casually scanned the surrounding world laws. Soon, he shook his head. Seeing the waving girl, he sighed as he took a single step that soundlessly brought him out of the village.
"If I wish to transcend to the Immortal realm, I cannot interfere with the mundane world. Must I abandon this kind, beautiful village?" Closing his eyes, Zhou Lei was conflicted; his lifeless gaze was that of a spectator.
. . .
Residing at Camellia Coast, hundreds of men and women had sullen faces while viewing the enormous blood bubble that encased the entire Long Kingdom. In the end, all of them looked at one another, and this single look of understanding confirmed their stance.
The Secret Legion no longer had the power to dictate everything. In the past, their path was unhindered; no one dared to stop them. As the Dragon Continent's overlord, not even gods were allowed to lift their heads before them.
Time was merciless. Wei Tanim's already sullen look turned ashen, but when he turned around, his usual chuckling face returned. Gazing at his sworn brothers and sisters, he laughed, "Let's go!"
"For Brother Fengge and the Long Kingdom, we must end this devilish Chan Aiguo!" Wei Tanim roared; his ears ringing from the thunderous cheers.
"Protect!"
At this stage, the Secret Legion had no clue of what was occurring at the manor; moreover, Feng Hui's features had next-to-no resemblance to the golden-haired Long Fengge. Furthermore, besides his appearance, his aura and temperament had also changed.