The young man looked at his master's back as he left. The scenes of the past flashed through his mind. After a long time, he kowtowed heavily a few times, clenched his fists, and turned to leave.
"I, Yu Mo, swear that I will destroy Cold Night Realm in this life!”
Han Feng returned to the ice tower with complicated emotions. Even though he had obtained a treasure, he did not look too happy. He only felt melancholy.
At this moment, Han Feng suddenly had a new understanding of the supreme life and death concept of the Great Dao that he had comprehended. What was life…what was death…
This question lingered in Han Feng's mind for a long time.
The late-stage Primordial Chaos Saint from the Gate of Heavenly Mystery brought the last blazing sun of his life with him. Like a moth rushing toward a flame, he self-destructed on the statue of the Snow Immortal at the top of the Ice Divine Hall, leaving behind a bright red color that would never be erased.
Several high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Cultivators who had surrounded him also died in the self-explosion.
All the glory was gone with the wind…
His death was worthy. His death awakened the cultivators of the Realm Earth Alliance who were hiding and didn't dare to show their faces.
In the blink of an eye, another year had passed.
During this one year, Han Feng had been thinking about the concept of life and death. Gradually, he gained a deeper understanding of this concept. His entire person seemed to have undergone a transformation in this year.
Mountains were mountains, water was water…
However, Han Feng realized that sometimes, the mountain was not a mountain, and the water was not water. It was as if there was a layer of fog that covered his eyes, preventing him from seeing it, but he could feel it, sense it, but he could not touch it.
This kind of comprehension was not something that could be pushed forward by time. It required enlightenment.
Spring passed and autumn came. Another two years of snow fell.
Han Feng had already made some progress in his research on the ice puppet. The ice puppet was mainly maintained by the snow meridians. With the 49 snow meridians revolving, it could reach the attack of a Primordial Chaos Saint primary stage cultivator.
As for the Nascent Soul stage, it required eighty-one snow meridians. However, the more snow meridians there were in the ice sculpture, the harder it was to control them. The possibility of them colliding with each other was also higher. As long as there was a collision, it would cause the entire ice sculpture to collapse.
It was because of this that the difficulty increased several times with each additional Snow Meridian. As a result, the difficulty of 81 Snow Meridians was shocking.
This was also the reason why the ice puppets produced by the Cold Night Realm were extremely rare in the middle stage of the Primordial Chaos Saint.
In addition, the source of the puppet's Snow Meridians came from the Ice and Snow Art. After Han Feng studied this art, he was quite amazed.
The Ice Snow Art focused on refining the heart. This art used ice to exchange for bones and snow to condense the heart, forming the soul of ice and snow. From there, one could reach the realm of ice and clear heart.
It could be said that it was mysterious and unpredictable.
This was also the reason why the cultivators of Cold Night Realm often did whatever they wanted. In their cultivation techniques, they focused on condensing one's temperament. If one did not enter the mortal world, how could one achieve the goal of condensing all kinds of thoughts?
The more Han Feng studied the Ice and Snow Art, the more he could feel how terrifying it was. This art could not be called the right path of the Dao, but an absolute sword that took an unconventional path. In fact, Han Feng even felt that although it was different from the cultivation method cultivated by the Desolate Origin Phoenix, it had the same effect.
Han Feng did not want to cultivate this technique. Instead, he imitated it and changed the Snow Meridians into Blood Meridians. He used the blood and Life and Death Intent Domain as a transformation to achieve the goal of controlling it.
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng had already stayed in this small town for three years. Including the previous year of travel, he had spent a total of four years.
There was only one year left, and it would be ten years. Han Feng could sense that the era of high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Sovereigns had arrived…
He did not know if the moment he reached the high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Realm, it would cause the world to tremble. However, the closer it was to the deadline, the more Han Feng could sense that the high-level Primordial Chaos Sacred Realm would be noticed by all the cultivators nearby.
Thus, on this day, Han Feng walked out of the ice tower and left.
Before he left, the Ice Snow Temple had already issued an imperial edict to gather all cultivators above the initial level of the Primordial Chaos Saint to go to the temple to preach. This was because one of the 13 cultivators who went to the Shattered Army World had returned. This person was the only one who had succeeded. He had already reached the realm of the Primordial Chaos Sacred Spirit!
As for whether or not only one of the thirteen people had succeeded, and whether or not there were any secret movements in the Shattering Military World, no one knew.
Han Feng's departure was silent. Even the low-level Primordial Chaos Saint who had been locked in the tower for three years lost his trapped memories under Han Feng's spell and regained his identity.
At the border of the Cold Night Realm, Han Feng turned around and looked at the land. The scenes of the past few decades flashed through his eyes. Finally, he sighed and turned to leave.
Han Feng's target was Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire in the world of the West. There, he would prepare to become a high-level Primordial Chaos Saint!
The reason why Han Feng returned to Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire in the West, was not only because of its remote location, but also because he felt a sense of home from that respectable late-stage Primordial Chaos Saint…
Everyone had a home, but did he…
If he really wanted to call it home, Chang 'an, the capital city of the Tang Empire in the world of the West, could be considered as one. There was also the faraway place where his roots were waiting for him. Perhaps, that place could also be considered home...
Therefore, he chose Chang 'an, the capital city of the Tang Empire in the world of the West. There, he was a high-level Primordial Chaos Saint and ended the karma of his birth.
Before returning to Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire in the world of the West, Han Feng went to the town where Yang Zi' ang lived. From afar, he saw that Yang Zi 'ang had opened an ironware shop in the town. Although his wife was not young anymore, she was already pregnant.
Han Feng smiled as he watched this scene. That new life was taking shape day by day…
Before he left, Han Feng injected a strand of spiritual energy into Yang Ziang's wife's body. This spiritual energy could ensure the safety of the mother and daughter. The new life form was a girl.
Yang Ziang didn't know that Uncle Han, who he had always wanted to see again, had already come to see him. Until his death, Yang Ziang's only regret was not that he didn't see Xiao Niu, but that he would never be able to see Uncle Han, who had watched him grow up. That strange person who opened a shop and often pulled customers here for him, asking for ten gold coins.
After he died, he gave the two wooden carvings to his daughter and they became the Yang family's heirloom.
Han Feng flew all the way to Chang 'an, the capital city of the Tang Empire in the world of the West. Forty years ago, he had taken the same path. At that time, he had just entered the first heaven green nascent soul of the fourth transformation of the Prideful World Technique. Today, he followed the original path and returned to Chang' an, the capital city of the Tang Empire in the world of the West. This time, he was about to enter the advanced stage of the Primordial Chaos Saint Realm and chose the place to prepare.
This time, the difference in intent was like heaven and earth.
After passing through one ancient transfer array after another, Han Feng was flying through an unfamiliar land. Suddenly, the sky darkened and dark clouds covered the sun. Rain began to fall from the sky.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost forming a curtain of rain. Han Feng looked up at the sky. It had been a long time since he had seen such heavy rain. He couldn't help but think back to the time when he was in the Heng Yue Sect with Zhang Hu. Outside, lightning and thunder roared, and a heavy downpour suddenly fell.
At this moment, bolts of lightning streaked across the sky. With a rumble, silver snakes danced in the air, looking extremely beautiful.
Han Feng's body slowly descended. He did not cast any spells to disperse the rain. Instead, as he descended, he waved his right hand on the surrounding trees. Immediately, leaves gathered together to form a leaf umbrella.
Holding an umbrella, Han Feng walked through the unfamiliar forest. After passing through two more ancient transfer arrays, he would be able to return to Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire in the world of the West. 40,000 miles to the east of this place was where one of the ancient transfer arrays was located.
In the forest, the sound of rain was quite moving, especially not far ahead. There was an ancient temple that was clearly abandoned. The red door was dim and there were some damaged spots on it.
Even the copper nails and rings on it were covered in dark rust, and there was a hint of green at the edge.
Han Feng had not seen many temples in his life. It could even be said that they were extremely rare.
Looking at the temple, Han Feng walked in. This was an ancient temple. There was no Buddha in the temple, only half of a petal-like mat.
As he was observing, Han Feng turned his head to look at the temple door. After that, he stopped paying attention to it. After observing for a while, he stood beside the temple door and looked at the rainy night outside, comprehending a faint intent realm.
After a long time, shouts came from the distance. A few burly men wearing straw raincoats quickly walked toward the temple while cursing.
"This damn weather, once it starts to rain, it will never end!”
"There's a temple in front. Let's go in and take shelter. It won't be too late for us to continue our journey when the rain lessens!”
As they spoke, they saw Han Feng in the temple from afar. They stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. They stopped talking and walked toward the temple.
When they walked past Han Feng, one of them stepped to the side and gently slapped Han Feng with his right hand. However, in the next moment, another person beside him shouted and pushed the person away.
That person turned around and snorted lightly. He did not say anything else and walked into the temple.
The five of them took off their straw raincoats in the temple and started a bonfire. They took out some food and chatted loudly as they ate. However, their gazes would occasionally sweep toward Han Feng.
Han Feng shook his head slightly. These five laymen had broken the concept of this rainy night and wasted this atmosphere. Sighing, he lifted his foot and was about to leave when suddenly, Han Feng's expression changed and his gaze fell on the distant forest.
He saw a long-haired burly man wearing a thin shirt walking over. This person's pace wasn't fast, but Han Feng felt as if he could shrink the earth into an inch. A moment ago, this person was still far away, but in the next moment, he had already walked past Han Feng and entered the temple.
The moment he passed by Han Feng, the burly man let out a soft cry of surprise and stopped after entering the temple. He took a careful look at Han Feng and revealed his white teeth. He smiled warmly and said,"I didn't expect to see people from the Dao World in this small temple. I'm Ge Hongyu.”
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