Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

0An unknown amount of time had passed, and the energy from the Spiritual Stone's explosion had been completely used up. The spirit energy in his dantian was almost exhausted, and Ye Feng was only holding on blankly, not knowing when he would collapse.    

    

What he didn't see was that the flame face in front of him had also been weakened to the limit.    

    

The ghost face became more and more illusory, and the wisps of black flames also began to fade.    

    

Both of them hoped that the other would fall first.    

    

Swish!    

    

At one point in time, the gray eyes on the ghost face suddenly opened wide, transforming into two solid grey lines that shot into Ye Feng's mind.    

    

After doing all that, the source flame's aura started to plummet. From the looks of it, it had used its last bit of energy in hopes of defeating Ye Feng.    

    

As the grey streak of light entered his mind, Ye Feng's body became extremely stiff, and the clarity that he barely managed to maintain was finally extinguished, as he completely fell into the illusion.    

    

It was a gray and desolate world. The heavy sky was overhead and it was so heavy that it made it hard for people to breathe. The surroundings were filled with a hazy mist, and the ashes of the dead were all over the place.    

    

When he looked down, he could see bones scattered everywhere. Corpses littered the fields as if there was no end to it.    

    

"Here... Is it hell? "    

    

Ye Feng was shocked, but he quickly realized that he had been dragged into an illusion.    

    

However, knowing the truth was one thing. Breaking out of the illusion and returning to normal was another.    

    

He dragged his exhausted body forward mechanically. Everywhere he went, it was the same scene. There was no sign of life, only desolation and bones.    

    

After an unknown period of time, Ye Feng finally came to a stop as he panted heavily. Cold sweat covered his forehead as a trace of fear spread throughout his heart.    

    

This place was like a world without any way out. It was cold and monotonous, without any end. Only by being in this world could one feel that kind of boundless loneliness and despair.    

    

Crash! *    

    

The Purple Evil Profound Fire spewed out a mouthful of flames which exploded in the surroundings. The strong flames did not cause any commotion.    

    

Heaven and Earth hung in the air, allowing the violet flames to burn freely.    

    

"Break for me!"    

    

Frowning, Ye Feng used his Purple Evil Profound Fire along with his Spirit Force to transform into a sharp Longsword that slashed at the grey sky.    

    

When the cyan Longsword slashed down, the sky slightly fluctuated for a moment, but there were no cracks or cracks.    

    

"What should I do?"    

    

Ye Feng's heart clenched.    

    

This gray world was like an eternal cage. There was neither an entrance nor an exit, and neither profound fire or mental strength could open it.    

    

Maybe the Cyan Black Nether Fire could, but at the moment, it had almost used up all of its Nether Flame Source Spirit and was unable to activate it again.    

    

Could it be … Was he going to be imprisoned here forever?    

    

No, no.    

    

Everything in front of him was not real. He was just blinded. As long as it was an illusion, it could be broken.    

    

"All things are done for the Dharma, acquired by destiny. Destiny begins with death, destiny ends with nothing. Nothing is different …"    

    

A light flashed in his mind as he suddenly thought of the message engraved on the "Violent" remnant. He couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.    

    

The cultivation method of the seventh level of the Jadefallen Realm, 'Violent', was not only about the circulation of meridians, but also about the cultivation of mental cultivation methods. Its purpose … He was able to stabilize his Dao-heart.    

    

Illusions also had different levels of superiority. Ordinary illusions were nothing more than illusions. In the common sense, they were illusions. Those with unstable dao hearts tended to lose their minds and be unable to extricate themselves from them.    

    

High level illusions were extremely rare. It was said that some geniuses could use their mental strength to create a similar reality to an illusionary world, and kill people without them noticing.    

    

What Ye Feng was sure of was that the Red Lotus Conflagration, after being heavily injured multiple times, should no longer have the ability to unleash its second illusion.    

    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been safe and sound.    

    

After repeating the chant again and again, Ye Feng's mind gradually became quiet. In the end, he even forgot where he was.    

    

"..."    

    

Within the huge seal, an enormous red lotus could be seen spinning and burning. In the center of the lotus, Demon Face and the figure were in a stalemate. Both of them were motionless.    

    

The ghost face continued to change as it malevolently stared at Ye Feng who was sitting cross-legged inside. From time to time, it would spit out a jet black flame, wanting to burn it to ashes.    

    

Puff!    

    

However, on Ye Feng's chest, there was an inscription that emitted a chilling aura, dispersing the Scorching Strength of Fire Essence. In addition, there was an inscription that emitted a faint yellow halo, continuously emitting a faintly discernible energy that nourished his body.    

    

At this time, the 'Turtle Aura' inscription finally played a great role.    

    

If not for this inscription, where would Ye Feng still have the chance to live after the two sides had confronted each other for so long?    

    

Upon closer inspection, wisps of chaotic aura gradually rose from Ye Feng's body, and instead, gradually absorbed the black flames emitted by the Demon Face.    

    

Ye Feng, who had been trapped in the illusion, did not know that after he had read the "Violent" mental cultivation method, he had actually triggered a mysterious realm on his own. After being accustomed to the grilling of the black flames, he had actually turned the tables and started to plunder the power of the Demon Face.    

    

If it was any other person facing this kind of dark energy, they would definitely find it hard to endure. However, for Ye Feng who had trained in "Violent", this was not a difficult task.    

    

Wisps of black flame entered his meridians and began to be absorbed by his body. His meridians, which had originally been somewhat curled up from the heat, wiggled as they regained their vitality.    

    

"..."    

    

Time passed minute after minute, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed. Ye Feng's meridians were gradually being repaired, and because of the black flame's energy, it was even thicker than before.    

    

But unfortunately, under such an intense battle, the two inscriptions, "Extreme Cold" and "Inscription", finally exhausted all their energy and completely exploded.    

    

The elemental energy released by the remaining "Turtle Aura" inscription also became intermittent and could collapse at any moment.    

    

On the third day, his "Turtle Aura" fiercely throbbed before exploding.    

    

If he could continue, Ye Feng would be able to hold on, and at that time... He was afraid that he would benefit from this misfortune and raise his cultivation to a new realm.    

    

This was something that even he did not expect.    

    

Originally, he had to borrow Sha Shenyue's yin constitution to endure the position of the stamen that was pulled to the center by the Demon Face, but not only was it harmless to him when he inadvertently activated "rebellion", it actually … It was nourished.    

    

Under this short period of nourishment, the Cyan Black Nether Fire that had its origin energy depleted slowly recovered.