127: Chapter 127 The youngest nine-star Dou Sheng is born!

Time at the bottom of the Soul Burial Abyss had no cycle of sun and moon, no rotation of stars; there was only endless darkness and surging vengeful souls.

Hun Feng sat cross-legged on that massive black boulder, the blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame around his body flickering like a breath.

He had stayed at the bottom of this abyss for too long, so long that even his own heartbeat had become his way of keeping time.

From the late stage of Eight Star Dou Sheng to the peak, and from the peak of Eight Star Dou Sheng to the threshold of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng—every breakthrough had been forged through battles with countless vengeful souls.

His Emperor Realm Soul had been repeatedly tempered in this sea of resentment, long since losing its original form from when he first entered the abyss—it had become more solid, more resilient, and was faintly touching the boundaries of the mid-stage.

The screeching and curses of those vengeful souls had once been a raging fire that tempered his soul, but now they were insignificant, possessing only the value of being devoured.

He did not know how much more time had passed—perhaps a month, perhaps several months—but the energy within his body had finally accumulated to its limit.

The origins of the nine Heavenly Flames in his Dantian burned like nine scorching suns simultaneously, while the meridian pathways of the Heaven-tier advanced Burning Technique revolved frantically within him, pushing that majestic, almost tyrannical energy toward the bottleneck again and again.

The barrier between the peak of Eight Star Dou Sheng and the Nine-Star Dou Sheng was now covered in cracks, each one emitting an extremely faint, crisp sound, like the precursor to a sheet of ice about to shatter.

Now is the time.

Hun Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his Emperor Realm Soul exploded outward, instantly enveloping all the vengeful souls within several hundred zhang.

The blood-red flames of the Heaven-Slaying Flame surged violently around him, transforming into a pillar of blood-red light that shot into the sky, tearing a massive rift through the black mist that never dispersed at the bottom of the abyss.

Those vengeful souls shrieked madly within the blood-red flames, their twisted soul forms struggling desperately, yet they could not break free from the shackles of the Heaven-Slaying Flame.

The purifying power of the nine Heavenly Flames wove into a net within the blood flames, peeling away the resentment of the vengeful souls layer by layer, leaving only the purest soul origin to flow into his Dantian like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The bottleneck of the peak Eight Star Dou Sheng shattered at this moment.

An aura so majestic that it made the entire Soul Burial Abyss tremble violently erupted from within him and soared into the sky.

That aura tore through the black mist at the bottom of the abyss, broke through the firmament of the Soul Realm, and spread in all directions like an invisible tsunami.

The black mist that hung perpetually over the Soul Realm was blasted open by this aura, creating a massive hole from which a pillar of blood-red light shot straight into the clouds, bathing the entire Soul Realm in a crimson glow.

Hun Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the light pillar, the nine flame halos around his body shining more brilliantly than ever before, while the blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame spread out behind him into nine flame wings that blotted out the sky.

He could feel the unprecedented, majestic power within his body—the origins of the nine Heavenly Flames in his Dantian were like nine burning stars, slowly revolving along the meridian pathways of the Heaven-tier advanced Burning Technique; every cycle made his meridians tougher, and every breath made the surrounding space tremble slightly.

At this moment, his Emperor Realm Soul also broke through the final obstacle, stepping firmly into the mid-stage.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the blood-red flames of the Heaven-Slaying Flame danced in his palm; within the flames, the phantom images of the nine Heavenly Flames could be faintly seen circulating slowly.

It was no longer a matter of them fighting individually as before, but a true fusion into one—the purification of the Purification Lotus Demon Flame, the crushing pressure of the Sea Heart Flame, the destructive lightning arcs of the Eight Desolation Destruction Flame, the tearing wind blades of the Nine Nether Wind Flame, the heavy defense of the Turtle Spirit Earth Flame, the area-of-effect burning of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, the penetrating power of the Nine Nether Golden Ancestor Flame, the resonance power of the Golden Emperor Sky Burning Flame, and the devouring power of the Void Swallowing Flame. All nine abilities were gathered within this single blood-red flame, ready to be unleashed at will, fulfilling every desire.

Nine-Star Dou Sheng—it was finally achieved.

Standing at the bottom of the abyss, he looked up at the rift he had just broken through, his entire body trembling slightly with excitement, and he could not suppress the smile on his lips.

From the moment he transmigrated to this point, he had walked a very, very long road on this continent.

When he first woke up in the Soul Realm, he was merely a twenty-five-year-old Two-Star Dou Sheng; now, he stood at the threshold of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng.

From having his engagement annulled by the Gu Clan to Gu Yuan personally visiting to renew the contract, from being besieged by all sides in the Demon Flame Space to crushing the entire field with his own strength, from being regarded as a mortal enemy by Xiao Yan to now forcing him into hiding and wandering, from the reckless brute who only knew how to shout and kill to the overlord who now held the Heaven-Slaying Flame, ruled the Hun Clan, and possessed six beautiful wives.

And now, the number of people on this continent who could face him head-on did not exceed the number of fingers on one hand.

In the main hall of the Soul Realm, Hun Tiandi looked up from an ancient scroll, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He put down the scroll, turned his head to look at the location where the Void Swallowing Flame had manifested, and said, "It is done."

The black flames at the fingertips of the Void Swallowing Flame flickered gently, and a trace of approval flashed in his eyes, which were burning with black flames. His low, deep voice was slow and powerful, like fire scorching bone: "Mid-stage Emperor Realm Soul! The youngest Nine-Star Dou Sheng peak on the continent! Born!! The Hun Clan has a worthy successor."

Hun Qinger slowly straightened her body from the corner, her ice-blue eyes gazing toward the direction of the Soul Burial Abyss, and a faint smile actually appeared on her typically cold face.

Beside the stone table in the East Courtyard, Medusa put down the letter in her hand.

She had less than half a month left until her due date, and her belly was quite large, but at this moment, she supported her waist and slowly stood up. Her purple eyes gazed toward the northern region of the Soul Realm, and a very, very faint smile appeared on her stunningly cold and beautiful face.

Yao Yao rushed out of the room; she had also been pregnant for several months now, and her belly was visibly rounded. Her running posture was a bit clumsy, but the excitement in her peach-blossom eyes could not be hidden. She grabbed Medusa's sleeve and asked repeatedly if that was her husband's aura—Nine-Star, he had really broken through.

Gu Xun'er walked out of the side hall holding her daughter, her eyes, clear as ancient wells, filled with relief and pride.

Xiao Yi Xian stood up from beside the flower garden, a freshly picked An Shen herb still held in her hand, her white hair gently swaying in the breeze, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Yun Yun stood under the veranda, her hands folded over her rounded abdomen, her eyes slightly reddening.

Cao Ying leaned against the doorframe while holding her daughter, her phoenix eyes full of unconcealable pride. She looked down at the little girl in her arms and said, "Your father has broken through again; when he comes back, I'll make him lift you up high."

Meanwhile, that Nine-Star Dou Sheng aura spread throughout the entire Central Plains.

In the Ancient World, Gu Yuan stood on the peak of the Ancient Saint Peak, looking toward the direction of the Soul Realm with his hands behind his back. He was silent for a long time before saying to Gu Dao behind him, "Prepare a gift; I will personally pay a visit to the Soul Realm."

In the Yan Clan, Yan Jin put down the pill formula in his hand, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, and whispered to himself, "Nine-Star... from now on, this continent will be the world of the Hun Clan."

In the Lei Clan, Lei Ying put down his wine bowl, a complex light flashing in his large, bell-like eyes. He was silent for a long time before squeezing two words through his teeth: "Hun Feng."

In the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, Feng Tianyu stood before the main hall, looking at the pillar of blood-red light shooting into the sky in the direction of the Soul Realm, his expression extremely complex.

Feng Qing'er stood behind him, her arrogant eyes surging with excitement and awe—that man who had repaired her foundation was now a Nine-Star Dou Sheng.

She secretly rejoiced that the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan had chosen their side early.

Deep within a nameless, desolate mountain, Xiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes from his cultivation.

He sensed that aura—it came from the direction of the Soul Realm, so powerful that the six Heavenly Flames within his body simultaneously emitted an instinctive tremor.

He sat cross-legged in the depths of the cave, silent for a long time, before slowly closing his eyes to continue his cultivation.

He knew that time was running out, but he could not stop.

Even if Hun Feng had stepped into the Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm, he still had to keep going.

Hun Feng restrained the surging aura around his body, and the blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame slowly retracted into his body.

He looked down at the massive black boulder beneath him that he had sat on for nearly a year—it had been scorched with deep indentations by the Heaven-Slaying Flame.

He then leaped up and flew toward the top of the abyss.

It was time to go home.

Someone at home was about to give birth, and he had promised to return.