170: Chapter 170 Time, Space! The Two Laws

The moment the remnant soul dissipated, Hun Feng felt his consciousness suddenly unlocked as if by an invisible key. Those distracting thoughts that had once plagued him, and those subtle barriers that had caused him to repeatedly fail at the crucial moment when breaking through his bottleneck, vanished along with the last wisp of gray mist in the depths of his sea of consciousness. At this moment, his soul and physical body finally achieved perfect synergy, without a single flaw.

He took a deep breath, and the bloody flames of the Heaven-Slaying Flame suddenly surged in his dantian. The origins of the nine Heavenly Flames completely fused at this moment, no longer distinct from one another, transforming into an indescribable, vast, and mighty force that circulated wildly along the meridians of the Emperor Realm Burning Technique. Emperor Qi poured into his limbs and bones like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. Every inch of his bones made a crisp, trembling sound, and every drop of his blood boiled and burned. His cultivation had long been at the limit of the Nine-Star peak, and now, the bottleneck that had trapped him for several years finally could not withstand the impact of this power and shattered with a bang.

An indescribable pillar of blood-red light soared into the sky from the depths of the Myriad Soul Origin Pool, tearing a massive hole in the black mist that had hung over the Soul Realm for ten thousand years. The blood-red pillar shot straight into the clouds, painting the entire Soul Realm in a crimson hue. The Emperor's pressure rolled out in all directions like an invisible tsunami, enveloping the entire Soul Realm, the entire Central Plains, and the entire Fighting Qi Continent. At this moment, every powerhouse above the level of Dou Zun on the continent sensed this aura. It was not the pressure of a Nine-Star Dou Sheng, but the Emperor's pressure—a genuine, authentic Emperor's pressure. Someone, following Xiao Yan, had once again stepped into that legendary realm.

On the square of the Starfall Pavilion, Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back. He suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the Soul Realm, his pupils contracting slightly. He sensed it—it was the Emperor's pressure; Hun Feng had broken through. Medusa raised her head, Gu Xun'er lifted her eyes, Xiao Yi Xian looked up, and Yao Yao clutched the wound on her shoulder, her peach-blossom eyes swirling with undisguised pride and ecstasy. Zi Yan gripped her Dragon Bone Sword tightly, a brilliant light bursting from her golden eyes. A faint smile played on the lips of Hun Tiandi, and the black flame at the fingertip of the Void Swallowing Flame danced gently.

In the Myriad Soul Origin Pool, Hun Feng slowly opened his eyes. Two faint blood-red flames burned deep within his pupils, and the Emperor Qi circulating around his body kept the pool water from coming within three feet of him. He looked down at his hands and slowly clenched his fists, feeling the unprecedentedly vast power within his body. The Emperor Realm—so this was the Emperor Realm. As his Emperor Realm Soul spread out, the entire Fighting Qi Continent came within his perception. The six-colored Emperor Qi circulating around Xiao Yan on the square of the Starfall Pavilion, the complexity and relief in Gu Xun'er's eyes, the still-bleeding ruler wound on Yao Yao's shoulder—every detail was as clear as if it were right before his eyes. He could even perceive the location of the plane barrier; that invisible barrier that had isolated the Fighting Qi Continent from the Great Thousand World for over ten thousand years revealed its blurry outline for the first time under his Emperor Realm Soul. He felt that his current self could shatter the entire Fighting Qi Continent with a single punch. The Heaven-Slaying Flame cheered joyfully inside him; the origins of the nine Heavenly Flames had completely fused into an Emperor-grade Heavenly Flame, and the power contained within the blood-red flames was more than ten times stronger than before. He raised his hand and gently clenched it in the void; space shattered silently, and an extremely fine crack spread from the bottom of the pool to the top of the abyss. A faint smile played on his lips. Xiao Yan, just you wait.

Just as he was about to tear through the void to head to the Starfall Pavilion, an extremely sudden, mechanical female voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Ding! Detected that the host has transmigrated. The system is binding... Binding progress: 10%... 30%... 60%... This system can help the host reach the legendary Dou Di Realm!"

Hun Feng froze for a moment. A system? He had been transmigrated for so many years, climbing all the way from a Two-Star Dou Sheng to a Dou Di, surviving countless life-and-death battles. He already had six wives and seven daughters, had annihilated the Medicine Clan, pacified the Ancient Dragon Island, subjugated the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, and backed Xiao Yan into a corner—and this piece-of-trash system was only showing up now?

"Binding progress: 90%... 100%! Binding successful! Hello, host, I am—"

"I'm already a Dou Di, and you're only showing up now? Isn't that a bit late?" Hun Feng interrupted it without standing on ceremony.

A highly awkward silence fell over his sea of consciousness. After a moment, the mechanical female voice rang out again, its tone carrying a hint of guilt and embarrassment: "Uh... Detected host's current cultivation—early-stage Dou Di. This... indeed, this system has arrived late. My deepest apologies, host. Due to the interference of space-time turbulence, this system's binding process was delayed for several years. To compensate the host, this system will activate a compensation mechanism—increasing the host's comprehension by ten times, increasing the host's talent by ten times, increasing the host's combat skills by ten times, and increasing all of the host's physical attributes by ten times. In addition, the host will be gifted one Law of Time and one Law of Space for free. Do you accept, host?"

Tenfold talent. Law of Space. Law of Time. These words exploded in Hun Feng's mind, forcing him to swallow back the words, "What use is this trashy system of yours?" Suppressing his speechlessness, he nodded. "I accept."

An indescribable warm current poured into his sea of consciousness and limbs. His comprehension instantly increased tenfold, making those once obscure and difficult ancient runes incredibly clear at this moment. His talent increased tenfold, turning his control over the Emperor Realm's power from awkward to masterful. His combat skills increased tenfold, and countless ways to rub Xiao Yan into the dirt flashed through his mind. His physical attributes increased tenfold—physical strength, soul resilience, reaction speed, perception range—all attributes skyrocketed simultaneously. At the same time, two extremely profound law imprints appeared in his sea of consciousness. The Law of Space—with a gentle flick of his finger, the space in front of him folded silently, and the pool water vanished and reappeared out of thin air within the layered folds of space, as if the entire space had become a toy in his palm. The Law of Time—with a slight thought, the churning pool water around him suddenly froze, with countless water droplets suspended in mid-air, and even the bubbles rising from the bottom of the pool were frozen in the cracks of time. In his current state, if he faced Xiao Yan again, he had absolute certainty—not of a pyrrhic victory, but of an absolute crush.

The system seemed to sense his thoughts and said softly, "host, what this system can do has been completed. With your current strength, no one on this continent can stop you. This system will now head to the Douluo World, as it has detected another transmigrator there who needs assistance. Do you have any other needs, host?"

Hun Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "No need. You have already given me enough. Go ahead." The system said, "Wishing the host great fortune in battle," and the mechanical female voice slowly faded from his sea of consciousness.

Hun Feng stood alone in the depths of the Myriad Soul Origin Pool, feeling the unprecedentedly vast power within his body. Emperor Realm cultivation, tenfold talent, and the dual laws of Space and Time—Xiao Yan, you had better be ready. He raised his hand and gently sliced the air in front of him, and a spatial rift silently tore open. On the other side of the rift was the square of the Starfall Pavilion, the six-colored Emperor Qi churning around Xiao Yan, and the final battle he had awaited for years. He stepped into the rift, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had waited for this battle for far too long.