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The tremendously violent waves of the Netherworld Sea swept through the lands, shattering the red chaotic void space. Even Xiao Yan and Wu Mengqi could not continue communicating with the heavenly catastrophe, shuddering so hard that they were separated.

Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman was also impeded by the Netherworld Sea’s powers, and could only stop their advance to defend against the incoming attack.

Lin Feng squinted as the shimmer in his eyes flickered. He unleashed his abhijina to withstood the charging waves of the Netherworld Sea, aiming his Heaven-Destroying Sword Formation straight at the Emperor of the Dead.

The Emperor of the Dead summoned the Life and Death Book and let out a deep yell. Amidst the chaotic calamities of the Netherworld Sea, he could vaguely make out swirling black light like splattering blood.

This, however, did not cause the Emperor of the Dead to lose his cool, but the roaring waves would soon engulf everything. Amidst the severe quaking, his eyes flickered with a red glow. This red glow was very similar to the glow from the heavenly catastrophe, blinding to an unmatchable extent, yet exuding the will to struggle against insurmountable odds.

In the following instant, the red glow in the Emperor of the Dead’s eyes burst forth abruptly, morphing into bits of red luminance drifting in the savage waves.

The Emperor of the Dead’s face finally took on a different color. He lowered his head and saw a piece of fragmented debris from the heavenly catastrophe on his left palm. But this fragment gradually disintegrated, reducing to grains and became swept up by the Netherworld Sea.

The Netherworld Sea grew more tumultuous. The Emperor of the Dead abruptly lifted his head up and stared at Lin Feng who had distanced himself. His eyes, thoroughly black like ink, were completely ice-cold, without a trace of emotion.

The raging energy of the Netherworld Sea bombarded his body, gnawing savagely at his body. His predicament was evidently harsher than Lin Feng, Yan Nanlai or the Qing Yi Holy Woman. He shut his eyes in pain and picked up the Life and Death Book, was became submerged under the waves of the Netherworld Sea, slowly disappearing from sight.

Lin Feng withdrew his Heaven-Destroying Sword Formation indifferently and unleashed his Two Elements of Creation Formation, boosting the Crucible of the Divine Lands. Lin Feng personally held the reins, raising its power to the extreme. Even though he could not calm the Netherworld Sea, he temporarily maintained a Sukhavati amidst the roaring waves.

Zhu Yi’s Higan Golden Bridge carried Xiao Yan and the others, connecting with the Destiny World conjured from Lin Feng’s Two Elements of Creation Formation, delivering everyone into the heart of the formation.

Everyone from the Great Void Sect could only fend for themselves in the raging storm.

Yan Nalai appeared solemn as the Great Void Seal on the back of his left hand burst with radiance. A blurry lighted shadow faded into view above his head like a round mirror, shielding everyone from the Great Vodi Sect.

It was the glow from the Supreme Heavenly Mirror.

Even the violent Netherworld Sea calmed to a certain extent wherever the light shone.

But just as the Emperor of the Dead said, once the energy aura from the Supreme Heavenly Mirror came into play, a silent yet hysterical roar resounded from within the Netherworld Sea like an enraged giant. But this giant was beneath the depths of the Netherworld Sea, seemingly not even there. It was not completely provoked as the aura it exuded was more like one of caution and threat.

Lin Feng glanced over at the Great Void Sect and shook his head. “If the chaotic void space created by the heavenly catastrophe burst forth, it may have thoroughly enraged the heavenly catastrophe and gathered all of the Netherworld Sea’s strength for a single attack, but it probably wouldn’t happen now. This conflict would not worsen as long as the Supreme Heavenly Mirror itself does not enter the Netherworld Sea. It’s just a pity that I let the Emperor of the Dead slip away in the end. I’ll have to waste my efforts finding that elusive turtle again.”

The Emperor of the Dead’s Vital Spirit was dealt massive damage this time round. Emperor Xia’s Evil Soul was decimated but he was not much better himself. Most importantly, he was attacked by the Netherworld Sea which severed his chances to yield the heavenly catastrophe and the ruling rights over the Netherworld Sea. Even the spell ceremony to restore his mastery levels using the powers of the Netherworld Sea was cut off prematurely.

Under such circumstances, borrowing the powers of the Netherworld Sea to regroup the formation was certainly unimaginable.

“I just don’t know what’s going on with the Blood River Daoist. If he transfers his controlling rights over the Netherworld Sea to the Emperor of the Dead, then the Emperor of the Dead would still have a chance to utilize the Netherworld Sea again. But if he is engulfed by the swamps as I predict he would, then the Emperor of the Dead would be in a pinch.”

Lin Feng squinted, “The environmental conditions are too poor.”

There was a fleeting moment when Lin Feng wanted to unseal the Heaven-Destroying Sword. Among all the opponents that Lin Feng has faced, putting raw strength aside, the Emperor of the Dead’s eluding skills was the best of the best, which has even earned him the nickname ‘Ninja Turtle’.

Lin Feng has never underestimated opponents like these.

But if he really unsealed the Heaven-Destroying Sword, his opponents would instantly include the heavenly catastrophe and the Netherworld Sea without even needing to attack the Emperor of the Dead, which was a highly troubling prospect.

“But, it still feels a little strange …” Lin Feng’s eyes contracted. “His behavior is slightly abnormal. Why would he do that?”

As he pondered, a thought flashed through his mind. He turned towards the raging Netherworld waves outside and saw the last bit of the red chaotic void space being utterly demolished. Following that, a brilliant golden light rose from the Netherworld Sea, shining continuously.

This red and golden light flickered and countless talisman patterns appeared. It was like the scorching midday sun, incomparably radiant and blindingly eye-catching.

In that instant, the grim Netherworld Sea was illuminated.

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback. “This … is the Holy Light of Creation that Wen Chiyang had back then? He died so many years ago and it’s still surviving?”

Due to the intentional masking by the Great Void Sect, very few people know about Wen Chiyang’s daily routines, but the great power he possessed to confront the heavens and mock the past was still widely renowned. After all, besides his final stand during the Middle Age, many have witnessed his other great battles, especially the War of the Two Worlds.

Another fact that people relished in was, Wen Chiyang also formed his Spiritual Altar, then his Crucible and Purple Pill. When he finally formed his Nascent Soul, he obtained the Holy Light of Creation.

When he defended the Divine Lands during the Antiquity Age, that formidable Holy Light of Creation was one of the abhijinas he used to rampage through the heavens and lands, terrorizing all the demon tribes of the Barren Expanses.

Lin Feng had always thought that Wen Chiyang was long dead, eliminating every other form along of him. Theoretically speaking, the Holy Light of Creation should have vanished as well, or at most only leave behind a few crystallized fragments.

But perhaps Wen Chiyang encountered the Netherworld Sea and heavenly catastrophe before his death, where he thoroughly vanished into the Netherworld Sea but his Holy Light of Creation became stored in the red chaotic void space created by the heavenly catastrophe.

Following the collapse of the chaotic void space, Wen Chiyang’s Holy Light of Creation finally saw the light of day one more time.

The Holy Light of Creation illuminated the entire Netherworld Sea like the midday sun before turning dim again like the setting sun.

After breaking free from the heavenly catastrophe, the Holy Light of Creation was an object without an owner, and naturally dissipated into the air.

“That’s Grandmaster Chiyang’s Nine Yang Holy Light?!” Yan Nanlai, the Qing Yi Holy Woman and the others were utterly disorientated. Wu Mengqi stared closely at the red and golden ray of light. “It’s about to disappear completely!”

The Great Void Seal on Yan Nanlai’s left hand glowed, and the blurry light from the mirror above his head deflected one ray to meet the red and golden glow. However, once the mirror’s reflections grew slightly stronger, the Netherworld Sea and heavenly catastrophe would meet that increase, obstructing the advance of the mirror’s light.

Lin Feng glanced at the Great Void Sect. “Why hasn’t Tai Yi, Zheng Yi and the rest arrived? What are they busy with?”

As he thought about this, the spell in Lin Feng’s left hand altered as he pushed outwards with his right palm. The layered spell formation radiated with light and gathered together, churning the Two Elements of Creation Formation and channeling his own mana to create a second Two Elements of Creation Formation.

After it combined with the original spell formation supported by a magic treasure, it became a majestic path that extended beyond the Destiny World created from the original formation, reaching for the Nine Yang Holy Light of Creation left behind by Wen Chiyang.

Zhu Yi clasped his palms together and the Higan Golden Bridge flew up, integrating into the path and traversed the Netherworld Sea.

Lin Feng looked at the red and golden light, then turned to Xiao Yan. “Xiao Yan, you try it.”

Xiao Yan’s heart shuddered and he nodded, stepping onto the Higan Golden Bridge. Zhu Yi mobilized the bridge and delivered Xiao Yan right in front of the red and golden Holy Light.

“You …” Wu Mengqi’s eyes blazed with rage. “That belongs to my sect …”

Before he even finished his sentence, he was rendered speechless. Wu Mengqi had been petrified.

The Qing Ning Holy Man was also stunned. Even the traditionally composed Yan Nanlai and Qing Yi Holy Woman wore flabbergasted expressions.

They watched as Xiao Yan conjured a spell before the Nine Yang Holy Light of Creation. The fire in his eyes blazed and finally shot out a ray of glowing mist like a flamethrower, securing the Nine Yang Holy Light.

If it was just this, they would not be overly surprised. But after the Nine Yang Holy Light was secured by Xiao Yan, it continued vibrating and after a short moment, it automatically entered the center spot between his eyebrows.

Wu Mengqi was absolutely shocked.

It was not impossible to transfer the Holy Light of Creation per se, but that was subjected to a multitude of restricting conditions, making the feat incredibly difficult.

Wu Mengqi was the successor of Wen Chiyang’s line of mantras, and even received Wen Chiyang’s beneficence, possessing the right to control the powers of the Netherworld Sea, but even he would not be able to absorb the Holy Light of Creation with such ease.

The Qing Ning Holy Man turned to Yan Nanlai and the Qing Yi Holy Woman. “Could the Celestial Sect Master have done something for this to happen?”

Back during the battle between the two Shis at Xiling City’s Dragon Battle Arena, Shi Tianhao also absorbed the Final Holy Light, which he rightfully owned but had been robbed by Shi Tianyi, without breaking a sweat thanks to Lin Feng’s help.

The Qing Yi Holy Woman shook her head and replied in a low voice. “It’s different. The Celestial Sect Master did not help him, but Xiao Yan did not demonstrate the ease which Shi Tianhao did back then. Shi Tianhao could immediately use the Final Holy Light after he obtained it. Xiao Yan is only storing it temporarily, but the Nine Yang Holy Light does not belong to him. Whether he can use it ultimately, it’s still up in the air … but that possibility is very high.”

Yan Nanlai’s voice turned deep. “Absorbing it with such ease, and the Nine Yang Holy Light did not reject him, and was instead intimately connected to him … even more so than it is with us or Junior Wu.”

The Qing Ning Holy Man revealed an incomparably complicated expression, and he inevitably peered towards the Netherworld Sea’s world before him. “Could it be that Grandmaster Chiyang …”

The Qing Yi Holy Woman, Yan Nanlai and Wu Mengqi simultaneously shook their heads. “Grandmaster Chiyang has perished entirely. The Holy Light of Creation did not contain any remnants of his Supernatural Awareness mana, nor his consciousness. This is purely a close relationship with the element itself.”

Yan Nalai sighed and looked at Xiao Yan. “It’s precisely because we don’t know what’s the reason. Perhaps Xiao Yan is closer to the heavenly catastrophe, but why that is the case is another unsolvable mystery.”

As they watched Xiao Yan absorb the Nine Yang Holy Light and ride the Higan Golden Bridge back inside the Two Elements of Creation Formation, everyone from the Great Void Sect felt a wretched pain in their hearts. Wu Mengqi was so dejected that he wanted to vomit blood.