53: Chapter 53 Red Lotus Burns the Soul, Even the Ancestor Needs to Be Nourishment!

That massive and violent energy gave Ye Feng absolutely no time to adapt; it was like a crazed Dragon of fire, roaring down through his crown.

If it were anyone else, their Dantian would have already exploded.

But Ye Feng's body was an exception.

His Chaos Devouring Sword Body was like a bottomless black hole, refusing nothing.

In just half a breath.

"Hiccup."

A highly inappropriate muffled sound came from Ye Feng's throat.

He was stuffed.

The Chaos Sword Core inside his body spun frantically, swallowing the purified spiritual energy like a whale, while the impure fire toxins and waste gas were violently squeezed out through all eighty-four thousand pores of his body.

Whoosh!

Dark red Karmic Fire surged out from Ye Feng's body, instantly turning him into a burning man of fire.

This time, he didn't even need to lift a finger.

Those fourth-grade Formation chains that had been tightly wrapped around his limbs, upon touching this higher-grade Karmic Fire, were like snow meeting a scorching sun.

With a sizzle, they melted directly into a puddle of molten iron and dripped onto the ground.

"Pfft!"

Several zhang away, Shen Fen, who had been controlling the great Formation, saw his face instantly turn from white to green, and finally, a liver-like shade of purple.

The Formation was broken, and the backlash arrived right on schedule.

He felt as if his Qi Sea had been ruthlessly struck by a giant hammer, and his originally smooth Golden Core had actually cracked with several fine, spiderweb-like fissures.

The pain went straight to his marrow!

But he couldn't care about that.

Because he saw that the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, now free from the restraints of the Formation, was hovering in front of Ye Feng, rotating slowly, as if submitting to the youth.

"That is my... my Opportunity!"

Shen Fen's eyes were bloodshot, his sanity completely shattered.

Like a dying mad dog, ignoring the excruciating pain of his Meridians reversing, he roared and lunged toward the edge of the altar, reaching out with his intact left hand toward the red lotus.

A foot stepped down without warning.

Accompanying a teeth-grinding sound of shattering bone, the arm Shen Fen had just extended was crushed into a pulp of flesh, sinking deep into the cracks of the altar's stone.

"Yours?"

Ye Feng looked down at the screaming Shen Fen beneath his foot, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth. "Now, it is my nourishment."

"Arghhh! You little beast! I will kill you!!"

Shen Fen convulsed in pain, his eyes full of venomous hatred.

Just then, an extremely cold and powerful aura suddenly erupted from beneath the ground.

It was the Divine Soul of Old Ancestor Huo Ran!

Seeing that his host Shen Fen was already crippled, the old ghost made a decisive choice, abandoning the pawn to save the knight.

"What a powerful Physical Body! It belongs to this seat now!"

A crimson stream of light, carrying the terrifying Divine Soul pressure unique to the Nascent Soul Stage, shot toward the center of Ye Feng's forehead like an arrow.

Possession!

As long as he occupied this perfect body capable of devouring strange fire, he would not only be able to achieve Rebirth, but he could also ascend to an even higher level!

However, facing this Possession attack that would send a Golden Core Cultivator's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, Ye Feng did not dodge; instead, he proactively opened the gates to his Sea of Consciousness.

Want to come in?

Very well, I invite you into the trap.

The moment the stream of light drilled into his forehead, the winds and clouds within Ye Feng's Sea of Consciousness shifted violently.

In the center of that originally calm ocean of Divine Soul, the phantom of a broken sword trembled slightly.

A massive, pitch-black vortex appeared out of thin air, and a terrifying devouring suction force instantly locked onto the red light that had intruded.

"What is this?! No—! How can there be Chaos aura here?!"

Old Ancestor Huo Ran's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt halt, replaced by extreme terror.

He tried desperately to escape, only to find himself like a fly stuck in a spiderweb; no matter how he struggled, he was being dragged bit by bit toward that bottomless black hole.

"Once you've entered my brain, you are my snack."

Ye Feng moved his mind.

The pitch-black vortex began to rotate slowly, like a giant stone mill, grinding and crushing Old Ancestor Huo Ran's pure Nascent Soul Divine Soul bit by bit.

"Arghhh—! Spare me! I am willing to acknowledge you as my master! I can teach you ancient fire techniques..."

The screams echoed in the Sea of Consciousness.

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear.

Only the mouths of the dead are truly sealed, and only dead enemies are good resources.

Rumble!

Having lost its support from the earth fire, the entire underground palace began to shake violently; the rock walls overhead cracked, and massive stones rained down.

The level of the magma lake surged, and it looked like it was about to swallow everything.

"Save... save me..."

In the Void Realm not far away, Princess Hong Ling was still imprisoned by the remnants of the Formation, watching this scene in despair.

Ye Feng frowned.

Although he didn't want to bring along dead weight, the royal background of this woman might still be of some use.

He pressed his fingers together to form a sword and slashed through the air toward Princess Hong Ling.

A crimson Sword Qi whistled out.

In this Sword Qi, there was not only the sharpness of a Sword Cultivator, but also the violence of the newly devoured Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Snap.

The few previously unbreakable locking chains snapped in response.

Ye Feng flashed forward, and while passing by Shen Fen, he casually tore the token that was neither gold nor jade from his waist.

Tianji Token.

The material of this item was special; even after being roasted by the magma for so long, it remained ice-cold to the touch, and it was engraved with extremely complex spatial Formation patterns.

In the memories of his past life, this was the only credential for entering that place.

"No... give the token back to me..."

Shen Fen was now only breathing out and not breathing in; seeing the token taken away, a final look of despair appeared in his eyes.

"Give it back to you? Go down and ask the King of Hell for it."

Ye Feng grabbed Shen Fen's neck with a backhand, and without any hesitation, tossed him into the center of the boiling magma lake like trash.

Splash.

Without even having time to scream, this Genius Elder of the Fire Refining Sect instantly turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

At the same time, the screams in his Sea of Consciousness completely vanished.

A cool, soothing Soul Power fed back throughout his entire body, and Ye Feng felt his Meridians, which had been slightly damaged from forcibly devouring the strange fire, healing at an astonishing speed.

The cultivation Bottleneck had loosened.

Golden Core Early Stage, Peak!

He was only one kick away from stepping into the Middle Stage.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng scooped up the weak Princess Hong Ling, slung her over his shoulder, and with Sword Qi erupting beneath his feet, he transformed into a stream of light, shooting up into the sky through the soon-to-close crack in the underground palace.

Boom—!

Behind him, the entire Red Lotus underground palace collapsed completely, swallowed by endless magma.

Above the wilderness, the night breeze was slightly cool.

Ye Feng tossed Princess Hong Ling under a tree and looked down at the Tianji Token in his hand.

A faint, eerie light was emanating from the surface of the token, and an obscure spatial fluctuation was radiating from within it, seemingly pointing in a certain direction.

That was the direction of Tianji City.

"The commotion was too big."

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. He could feel that the aura on this token was resonating with some kind of Formation in the distance.

Whether it was the Great Xia Imperial Family or the Qingyang Sect, as long as they followed this fluctuation, they would be able to lock onto this location very quickly.

He rummaged through his storage ring, pulled out a tattered robe scorched black by fire to put on, and grabbed a handful of black ash from the ground to smear on his face.

In the blink of an eye, the decisive Sword Cultivator had vanished, replaced by a down-and-out, destitute Loose Cultivator who had just escaped from a fire.

"Tianji City..."

Ye Feng put away the token and cast his gaze toward the silhouette of the giant city shrouded in starlight in the distance.

His intuition told him that at the gates of that city, which claimed to be able to calculate all matters under heaven, there was a pair of eyes, separated by the endless Void Realm, coldly watching everyone who attempted to enter the game.