Chapter 375 Battle in Chaos
Ran Zhi flew slowly through the chaos.
He took that ball of soul fire into his body, carried it on his body, and hid it.
Later, he will go to find those two myths to have some communication. This fire cannot be exposed in advance.
Although he was only a super-position heir, but with the secret method of the Imaginary Palace, at least when he did not take the initiative to attack, it was easy for him to hide such a small ball of soul fire.
"What on earth are you doing..." While hurrying on the road, Ran Zhi kept recalling the scene of his previous meeting with the two myths in his mind.
So many weak souls...
In this chaos, there are all kinds of people who want to do all sorts of things. When he first met them, Ran Zhi just thought they were just like other souls, doing some meaningless things. But now, if he puts himself in their shoes from a normal person's perspective, he can find a lot of interesting things.
Whether it was to build a faction or find some subordinates, such a weak soul would not be the best choice. At least with the strength of a myth, it would definitely be possible to find a more suitable target.
And if it is not for this, then, in addition to some secret methods that require sacrifice, there is another possibility, which is to help people in the world choose souls.
This is also a thankless task. After all, the cost of summoning souls from chaos is too high. The cost of reshaping the body alone is not something that ordinary people can afford.
And if you summon these small fry... it's like using countless high-quality materials to summon a crazy mascot. Only a crazy person would not do that.
Generally speaking, when a summoner summons something outside of Chaos, he definitely hopes to summon some powerful beings.
So theoretically, those small fish shouldn't be used for this... but that's under normal circumstances.
Now, what if we add a premise that there is a scholar who can summon souls at a very low cost?
Then it has value.
If the scholar Wang is looking for really exists, then it should be very easy for him to possess such ability.
After all, if even the passage between the Primal Chaos and the Realm of Consciousness can be easily opened, this sort of thing should also be easy—summoning the soul into the Realm of Consciousness naturally eliminates the need for such a troublesome step as reshaping the body.
Although Ranzhi didn't know how to do this, he thought the truth was probably close to the truth.
Therefore, as long as we go back and find those two myths, the scholar's location will naturally be found.
Theoretically speaking, the safest way for him now is to directly notify the Virtual Palace, but before that, Ran Zhi decided to have a chat with this scholar first.
While hurrying on his way, Ranzhi was thinking about how to communicate later.
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In Chaos
There are surging chaotic clouds everywhere. These clouds come from the present world. When a world is destroyed, the remaining matter and energy are crushed. Almost all the shadows of the world can be seen in them.
If this cloud were to be released into the modern world, the effect it would have would be immeasurable.
But... no matter what, this mist can only exist in chaos. Scholars have tried to extract mist from chaos, but they have all failed, and in various ways.
When the clouds are closest to success, once they are brought into the real world, they will solidify into impurities with almost no properties. No matter how tempting the calculated value of the clouds is, it is nothing but a mirage, and will always exist only in theory.
That is why it is said that chaos is both empty and rich.
Only the spirits could harness this abundance, condensing the mist into temporary forms... but that was all. Compared to the value of the mist itself, it was like using gold to build a sports car; every bit of movement would result in irreparable waste.
But there is no other way. This is the only way to use it, and these clouds and mists cannot be used up. Just waste them.
Feng stood above the clouds, looking at the blue star world that was looming and overlapping with the chaos in front of him, silent.
Some time ago, Yu Cang made an overproduction, and even Feng, who had been wandering for a long time, could feel a hint of anticipation after a long time.
If this summoning method is truly perfected to the extreme, then... maybe they can also go from chaos to the real world at will without any restrictions.
But unfortunately, the sight of the Imaginary Palace turned over, forcing the summoner to stop the progress of his research.
Although he felt sorry, it was related to the summoner's safety after all, so naturally he would not have any objection.
But when I calm down, I can't help but start to imagine what perfect excess would look like.
Feng lowered his head and looked at his hands.
"If only... he could be a little stronger."
No matter how powerful the strong people in the universe are, there is an end.
That is "Beyond the Myth".
This is a realm that stands above all else, the ultimate realm. Throughout all records, this is the ultimate limit of power.
Why didn't he reach this level in the beginning?
Talent? Time? Accumulation? Destiny? Understanding?
Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
I don't remember.
I just remember that even in his prime, he had never reached this level, but... it was not untouchable.
He was sure that he had had such an opportunity to break through, but for some reason, he chose to give up.
Why exactly...
Even the king of the Imaginary Palace is just a transcendent myth. As long as you can look him in the eye, it is enough to protect the summoner!
Remember quickly...
Feng's brows furrowed slightly, but there was still a blank in the depths of his memory.
Wandering in the chaos had long since erased his memory to the point where nothing remained.
At this time.
The clouds and mist behind him rolled, and an invisible force separated everything. A figure slowly flew out from it.
Feng stopped thinking.
He collected his thoughts and turned around. When he saw the person coming, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
He still remembered that the name of this soul was...Ran Zhi?
Not much time had passed so that he had forgotten even such a name.
Ran Zhi walked out of the clouds, looked around, and blinked.
Hmm... those weak spirits I saw a while ago have all disappeared. I don't know where the mythical figure named Ye Lai has gone.
It's a bit abnormal, but it proves my guess to a certain extent.
There are probably two possibilities for the current situation - one is that some of their plans have failed, and those weak souls have been dispersed or killed.
Such things are very common in Chaos. Souls that have lived for who knows how long do things on a whim, and the same is true for killing people.
However, Ran Zhi was more inclined to the second possibility - that his appearance had the effect of alerting the enemy, and they had discovered the gaze of the Imaginary Palace. In order to avoid trouble, they chose not to carry out those plans for the time being.
A smile appeared on Ranzhi's lips.
Once doubts arise in your heart, everything you see will become questionable.
However, with that soul fire, Ran Zhi believed that this was not just a suspicion.
Facing Feng's gaze, Ranzhi walked straight forward.
"Long time no see, respected Shinhwa."
"What's the matter?" Feng said calmly.
"It's like this." Ran Zhi paused before saying, "You should know that I'm following the King's orders to find a powerful scholar."
"Um."
"You know, I'm really lucky!" Ran Zhi pulled out a small bottle from his arms, his expression very excited. "Look, what I found! This is what I found in the chaos nearby. It's a soul transformed from a consciousness insect!
"It's truly hard for me to imagine how a consciousness bug's 'obsession' could be so persistent... Judging from its aura, this consciousness bug has likely been banished to the Chaos for several months, yet it still hasn't perished under the erosion of Chaos...
"Look, this little bug can no longer speak, and can't see us, but it's still alive, still tenaciously alive! What an admirable willpower!"
The bottle in Ran Zhi's hand was naturally made by him temporarily using the chaotic mist - the infinitely abundant chaotic mist could do anything.
Ranzhi kept talking for a long time and suddenly stopped.
He looked at Feng, his tone filled with doubt. "Respected Myth, don't you think this little bug has a very strong will? Even in the midst of chaos, this is not bad, right?"
While he was praising the little bug, Feng seemed to have been silent for a long time - this "Sword Saint of the North Sky" just stood there quietly, his calm gaze passing through the layers of clouds and mist, falling on Ran Zhi, lightly and weightlessly.
Ran Zhi blinked: "Myth? Mr. Feng?"
quite a while.
"……well."
Feng suddenly sighed.
"Who knows about that soul now?"
"I haven't had time to tell anyone yet...you're the first to know."
"Okay." Feng said, "Tell me about it."
"What?" Ran Zhi was stunned.
"Your unfulfilled wish." Feng gently raised his hand, and mist like flowing water floated down in front of his hand, outlining the shape of a knife. "I will fulfill it for you."
"What...wait!" Ran Zhi held his breath. "Respected Shenhua, I'm just here to share some interesting stories with you. I don't mean any harm! You're...shit!"
As he spoke, Ran Zhi slowly backed away, but when he shouted the last "Damn it", he stopped again.
It's too late.
There is no place to retreat.
All the clouds around were boiling at this moment, constantly surging and gathering, as if they had turned into a raging sea in an instant!
In the chaos, every spirit possessed the ability to manipulate the chaotic mist. It could be said that the mist was an extension of the spirit's limbs. But now, Ran Zhi felt that everything around him had become unfamiliar. It was as if the mist had instantly become the property of the myth before him, and he could not move an inch!
As a super-level descendant, he possessed a secret technique. His perception within the chaos could extend over a thousand kilometers, but within such a vast area, he still couldn't find a single cloud or mist that he could barely use...
At this moment, he seemed to fall naked into the ocean composed of the will of the myth in front of him. He felt like a lonely boat, and he would be in danger of sinking if any wave hit him!
Buzz...
The clouds overhead rose higher and higher, becoming thinner and thinner. Ran Zhi glanced upwards and was shocked to find that countless stars had appeared in the distant sky without anyone noticing...
No, that's not starlight, it's lights!
Countless lights were blurred in the mist, barely reflecting the appearance of a city, but without any details.
When Ran Zhi saw this scene, he realized that what was around him was not an ocean at all, but surging clouds, but he was at the bottom of the clouds!
He and Feng were standing upside down under the sky at this moment, so they could see a city when they looked up.
Feng knew what happened... This scene was probably a reflection of the deep memories of the myth in front of him.
The city was already blurry and without any details, but since it naturally emerged when Shenhua was angry, it meant that this city occupied a very important position in Shenhua's heart, and it might be his hometown.
It was really terrifying... Ran Zhi estimated that the myth in front of him might not have been manipulated intentionally, but he was just angry, and the clouds and mists at an unknown distance around him responded to his will at the same time, automatically transforming into the world in his memory that had not yet been erased.
Furthermore, since they were in the sky, even if a battle broke out, it would not affect the cities “above.”
Ran Zhi returned his gaze to the seemingly calm figure in front of him.
Feng stood in the center of the vast world, and the swirling clouds around him seemed to be half an inch shorter than him.
"Respected Myth... please believe that I mean no harm." Ran Zhi spoke quickly, "You are probably related to the scholar the king is looking for, right? Please believe me! I do have some guesses, but if I had any ill intentions, then it wouldn't be me who would appear now, but the souls of the king's subordinates of the same level as you!"
"No need to explain." Feng's expression was neither sad nor happy. "Tell me your last wish, or wait for death."
Ran Zhi only felt a creepy feeling spread throughout his body.
What...what are you doing!
Why is Feng's reaction completely different from what he imagined?
How could this be possible! They wouldn't even listen to my explanation!
He thought he could at least talk about it, but the current situation...
Although Ranzhi had lived for a long time and had no concept of death, when he stood in Feng's will, he still recalled the fear of the end after a long time.
"Wait a minute! I'm an envoy from the Imaginary Palace! Our king comes with good intentions, and if you kill me, the Imaginary Palace won't let you go!"
Faced with these words, Feng remained calm.
He raised his head slightly, and his gaze seemed to soften for a moment when it met the reflection of the distant city.
Then, Feng closed his eyes.
Ran Zhi was delighted. He thought Feng was wavering and was about to say something, but the increasingly solidified will around him made him unable to speak.
After a long time, Feng opened his eyes again.
"Thank you, too."
Feng lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and brushed his fingers across the blade that was flowing with clouds.
"It reminds me of what an old friend said." Feng sighed softly, "--the falling sword creates an abyss, and the talents are divided into north and south."
"Old friend..." Ran Zhi couldn't help but tremble, "Then he..."
"Dead." Feng raised the knife, "Just like you."
clang!
The trembling sound of a sword rang out in the chaos. Ran Zhi didn't see Feng swinging the sword at all. After a moment of distraction, a sword light that almost penetrated the sky and the earth filled his field of vision!
“Damn…”
It seems that things have gone wrong.
Just facing this knife light, Ran Zhi felt that his body was already shaky and seemed likely to collapse at any time. It was conceivable that if the knife light fell, he would have no chance of survival.
If I had known earlier...
Ran Zhi slowly closed his eyes with a strong sense of reluctance.
Suddenly, at this moment.
Suddenly, a dragon roar rose in Ranzhi's ears!
"hold head high--!"
A vigorous voice rose like a tsunami, and another will enveloped Ran Zhi, as solid and reassuring as a mountain.
This is……
Ran Zhi opened his eyes, which had just been closed, and immediately saw a heart-shaking scene.
Those chaotic clouds that were already extremely unfamiliar to him were now rushing towards him like a tornado. Not only in front of him, but also behind Ran Zhi, the clouds stretching for thousands of kilometers were all rushing towards him at this moment!
These clouds were surging and solidifying at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, an incredibly huge black dragon had solidified from the deep clouds. Its vast dragon wings covered him, and there was still some blur at the edges. Countless clouds were still trying to fill in its details.
clang!
The sound of the sword rang out in an instant, but the power contained in it was completely absorbed by the giant dragon that was over a thousand meters long, and not a single bit fell on Ran Zhi.
It's night!
Behind Ye Lai, in the usually abundant chaos, a real "vacuum" of thousands of kilometers appeared.
Feng raised his head slightly so that he could see the whole picture of Ye Lai.
This was the first time he saw Ye Lai condense such a huge body in the chaos. This vastness and depth that seemed to merge with the boundless darkness behind him would bring people a great shock.
call……
The dragon's wings slowly spread out, Ye Lai raised his head, and Ran Zhi was now held in one of his dragon claws.
"You shouldn't have killed him." Ye Lai said.
Feng's expression remained calm: "You shouldn't have shown up."
"The secrets of the Imaginary Palace are beyond your imagination. If you kill him, there will definitely be traces left, and you will be exposed at that time."
"So, it was just me who killed him. It was Feng who killed Ran Zhi." Feng said, "The summoner never gave me my real name. There is no connection between us. Even the Imaginary Palace can't see through me and see Yu Cang. So, this is just a vendetta - in the chaos, nothing is unexpected."
"Are you trying to resist the pursuit of the Illusory Palace alone?"
Feng remained noncommittal: "Ran Zhi discovered a soul transformed from a consciousness bug, but now everything is just speculation. I will erase him and the consciousness bug together, so no one can find the summoner."
"So, you're blaming me for appearing and allowing the Virtual Palace to focus on the Master of this body?" Ye Lai suddenly smiled. "Feng! We're all fighting for the Master of this body, and you're leaving without a word. What will the Master of this body think?"
maple:"……"
"Do you think that the owner of this body is someone who would peacefully enjoy the safety gained by the sacrifice of his comrades?"
Feng looked away: "I didn't think so."
"The master of this body will handle this matter personally." Ye Lai said, "This is the order of the master of this body!"
Ye Lai emphasized the word "command", but Feng remained silent and did not refute.
For the first time in countless years, he acquiesced to the "orders" given to him.
And on Ye Lai's claws, Ran Zhi was already trembling.
Wait a minute... someone this powerful still has to obey orders from others? Just how powerful is this "Master of This Body"?
He, he... is finished.
(End of this chapter)
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