Nightmare Sky Mist

"Heh heh! As expected of Han Feng, the Pill Emperor. You actually possess a Heavenly Flame, a fire that steals the wonders of heaven and earth."

A faint chuckle slowly rang out from the void.

As the voice sounded, Han Feng's face turned incomparably ugly as he looked toward the figure walking out of the void.

The figure was a man. The moment he appeared, his powerful aura made Han Feng feel suffocated. Even the Dou Qi within his body began to solidify, leaving him unable to mobilize even a fraction of it.

"A... a Dou Venerable?"

Han Feng's voice became extremely hoarse, his eyes filled with terror.

As an alchemist disciple on the continent, Han Feng knew all too well that those capable of controlling spatial power—

Were at least peak experts like Dou Venerables, beings capable of overturning heaven and earth.

"Could it be that matter has been exposed?"

Other than his collusion with the Soul Hall to murder Yao Chen being exposed, Han Feng could not think of anything else that would attract a Dou Venerable.

As Yao Lao's former disciple, he knew very well just how much influence Yao Lao had possessed on the continent in those years. Even now, the true peak experts of the continent still remembered the Venerable Yao who had once dominated the land.

Most importantly, Yao Lao had excellent relations among those peak experts. Take Venerable Feng, for example—Yao Lao had practically given him a second life. Thus, even though Yao Lao had been missing for years, Venerable Feng had never stopped searching for his whereabouts. He had even investigated Han Feng several times, but without the slightest evidence, there was nothing he could do to him.

Han Feng did not dare imagine what kind of predicament he would face if word got out that he had secretly poisoned Yao Lao back then!

Of course, nothing was absolute. If that matter had truly been exposed, the one who came would probably not have been this completely unfamiliar Dou Venerable.

By then, Venerable Feng would likely be the first to skin him alive and pull out his tendons. Even Han Feng did not dare provoke a legendary Dou Venerable in the slightest.

At this thought, Han Feng forcibly suppressed the stormy waves in his heart and humbly asked in a low voice.

"May I ask why Senior has come to see Han?"

"Heavenly Flame."

Xiao Chen, who was idly playing with the Sea Heart Flame, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Han Feng in slight surprise. Facing a peak expert suspected to be a Dou Venerable, he had regained his composure so quickly. His temperament was truly not bad.

"Senior, this Sea Heart Flame was obtained by this junior only after exhausting countless efforts. Is Senior not going too far? This junior is Han Feng, disciple of Venerable Yao."

Upon hearing the visitor's purpose, the stone hanging over Han Feng's heart did not fall. Instead, it lodged completely in his throat.

To an alchemist, a Heavenly Flame was something tied to their very life.

Even if the man before him was a Dou Venerable, he could not possibly hand over his Heavenly Flame with both hands over a single sentence.

Besides, it was not as though he had never seen a Dou Venerable before.

On the contrary, in his early years, he had dealt with groups of Dou Venerables every day. He had never feared anyone.

"Heh heh. If Yao Chen knew that a beast like you, who devoured his master, was still using his name to throw your weight around, he would probably leap out of his coffin and slap you to death."

Boom!!!

Xiao Chen's faintly mocking words sounded no different from a thunderbolt striking Han Feng's ears.

In an instant, a terrified panic spread from the depths of Han Feng's heart. Memories buried long ago surfaced before his eyes once more, making his entire body tremble violently.

"Who exactly are you?"

At this moment, Han Feng no longer cared that the man before him was a Dou Venerable he could not afford to provoke. His twisted expression carried a trace of madness.

"It seems you do not intend to hand over the Heavenly Flame. Then I shall take it myself."

Xiao Chen spoke with a faintly regretful expression.

"Senior, are you truly going to bully the weak?"

Hearing this, Han Feng let out a shriek of terror, like a duck whose throat had been seized.

He knew very clearly that before a Dou Venerable, he would not even have the chance to self-destruct.

Even if he succeeded in self-destructing, it would pose no threat whatsoever to a Dou Venerable.

He had never imagined that, as a Dou Emperor, one day he would be toyed with like an infant, utterly incapable of resistance.

Before Han Feng could open his mouth to beg for mercy, Xiao Chen's thoughts shifted.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a miserable howl, a deep-blue flame resembling liquid suddenly shot out from Han Feng's body and rushed toward Xiao Chen.

A scorching heat slowly radiated outward.

The moment the deep-blue flame left Han Feng's body, not only did his face turn deathly pale, but his originally ink-black hair also became gray-white.

At the same time, his realm fell from the peak of the Dou Emperor rank to the level of an eight-star—no, a seven-star Dou Emperor. His aura became exceedingly weak and decayed, utterly devoid of vitality.

Clearly, having his Heavenly Flame forcibly taken was no less than losing half his life.

"What ruthless methods you have."

Han Feng said with a twisted, savage expression.

With the Heavenly Flame taken, the soul imprint within it had naturally been erased by Xiao Chen.

Thus, knowing that he had no chance of survival this time, he no longer saw any need to grovel before Xiao Chen.

"Not bad. Still, it cannot compare to a master-devouring beast like you."

Having obtained the Sea Heart Flame, Xiao Chen was in an excellent mood. He coldly glanced at Han Feng and mocked him.

"Haha! It seems you people from the Soul Hall are nothing special either."

Suddenly, Han Feng burst into wild laughter.

Other than himself, only the Soul Hall knew about the murder of Yao Chen.

Therefore, Han Feng could not help suspecting that Xiao Chen came from the Soul Hall.

"Believe whatever you like."

After hearing Han Feng's words, Xiao Chen merely smiled noncommittally and did not deny it.

"Enough. Since the Heavenly Flame is in hand, I'll spare your little life for now."

After saying this, a trace of coldness flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. Then, beneath Han Feng's baffled, stunned, and disbelieving gaze, he vanished into the bamboo forest.

"Host, even killing someone only means taking their head off. Isn't what you did far too cruel?"

the Ancestor System said.

Xiao Chen seemed to have spared Han Feng, but he had actually used the Nightmare Sky Mist to lock onto him.

For the rest of his life, Han Feng would be trapped within the Nightmare Sky Mist, experiencing every kind of pain in life until death.

Throughout this process, Han Feng would appear before others like a madman.

Because the world Han Feng saw was different from everyone else's.

"Teacher, how are you alive?"

"No, Teacher, I was wrong."

"Martial Uncle Feng, don't kill me!!!"

Within the bamboo forest, Han Feng saw Yao Chen, resurrected and returned, arriving with Venerable Feng to cleanse the sect.

And he truly was killed by Venerable Feng.

Yet after he woke up, he would soon feel that there had been a problem with his cultivation technique and that he had merely had a nightmare.

And such things would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Being purged by his benefactor, being betrayed by his subordinates and dying miserably in the streets.

Losing all his cultivation, then being caught by the son of an old enemy—a mere Dou Master ant—and hacked into eight pieces.

Unless Han Feng could raise his soul realm to the Heaven Realm during this process, or find a Heaven Realm Great Perfection expert to forcibly break the Nightmare Sky Mist for him.

Otherwise, Han Feng would certainly die amid endless agony.

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