"Hahahaha! Old blind man, your light will not shine on this world forever. Sooner or later, this world will fall into eternal night, and I, Feng Wuhen, am the instigator of all this!"
On the shore of the South China Sea, an old man dressed in black with disheveled hair laughed wildly, displaying extreme arrogance.
Feng Wuhen, one of the most powerful people in this era.
Since achieving the Profound Realm, he has only been defeated once.
That is, he lost to Ao Shuang.
Apart from that, I have never lost to anyone else.
Even Feng Li, the former head of the Feng family, could only manage a draw with him.
Now that Ao Shuang is far away in Guixu, it is almost impossible for her to return.
Feng Li has already sacrificed himself to uphold the dignity of the Lord of Divine Blood.
Therefore, Feng Wuhen can be said to be the number one person in this world without any doubt.
"Welcome, Master, as you leave the South China Sea!"
Just then, a figure flew in like lightning and knelt on the beach.
After the old man finished laughing, he nodded slightly, "My disciple, your cultivation seems to have improved quite a bit!"
The newcomer was none other than Luo Wuchen!
Luo Wuchen said excitedly, "Thanks to my master's guidance, I was able to enter the secret realm to cultivate. Now my cultivation has greatly increased, and I am just one step away from reaching the Profound Realm! However, even that one step will probably require an immense stroke of luck!"
"No rush, no rush. Now that I'm out here, how could I let you miss out on opportunities?"
Feng Wuhen was extremely confident and asked indifferently, "What's the situation outside now?"
Luo Wuchen quickly replied, "That little bastard has already stepped out of the Antarctic ice wall, and in the past few months, a person called the female lead has risen rapidly, intimidated the divine blood, ruled the ancient martial arts, and controlled a large amount of resources. At the same time, she is spreading her doctrines, plunging humanity into war. Now the morality of the entire world is in a state of collapse!"
"Good! Good! So this must be the Void Maiden! I've taken another step forward in my death tribulation!" Feng Wuhen couldn't help but exclaim happily.
All cultivators in this world fear the arrival of death, but he alone does not.
Because the approach of death signifies the chaos in the human world and the rapid increase of resentment, he can absorb more resentment and has a greater chance to achieve immortality through resentment.
"Master, this False Woman is extremely arrogant now. Should we deal with her and seize the resources she has?" Luo Wuchen asked.
Feng Wuhen shook his head. "I don't need it. All the resources in the world are useless to me. What I need is only negative energy and resentment! And her existence is just what I need!"
"How laughable are humans, still wanting to fight against the Void, to fight against the Calamity of Death! Little do they know, that is fighting against the Heavenly Dao! Humans can never conquer the Heavenly Dao! Therefore, if you want to obtain true immortality, you must transform into the Void; if you can't defeat it, join it—that is the true principle!"
This is Feng Wuhen's cultivation philosophy: he does not want to fight against the void, he wants to become the void!
He believed that emptiness was the Way of Heaven!
Luo Wuchen trembled with excitement and immediately whispered, "I wish Master a swift success!"
"Yes! Success is inevitable, but now it's time for us to reap the rewards of our labor!"
A strange, cold smile appeared on Feng Wuhen's lips.
brush!
With a wave of his sleeve, the master and disciple vanished from their spot in the next second.
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A garden within a garden.
Under the banyan tree, the old man holding the chess piece trembled, and the piece fell onto the chessboard with a tinkling sound.
"Grandpa Ji, what's wrong?"
The young man opposite him looked very surprised.
It's unclear what caused this newly appointed Lord of Divine Blood to lose his composure like this.
Ji Wuhen took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "He's out!"
The young man's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... that one from the South China Sea?"
Ji Wuhen nodded, then said, "As I expected, the first thing he'll do after getting ashore is to go to Banbuduo. However, Lady Bai is already prepared to die, so she will definitely not let him succeed. Therefore, within three days, he will most likely come to my Divine Blood to ask for the golden pipe!"
The young man paused for a moment, then curled his lip. "He's just an old monster who's been banished. What's so scary about him? I believe he's no match for you!"
In his view, Feng Wuhen had been exiled for too long, and his cultivation level must have declined significantly, making him no match for Ji Wuhen.
Ji Wuhen shook his head. "Don't be fooled by his exile to the South China Sea. His cultivation method is different from ours. He cultivates by absorbing negative energy, and his speed is incredibly fast. Even your exceptionally talented Grandpa Feng was slightly inferior to him back then!"
"At that time, the two were evenly matched. If it came down to a fight to the death, Feng Li would definitely lose!"
"And I, too, was defeated by him once!"
Recalling his youth, Ji Wuhen wore a wistful expression.
The young man frowned and asked, "Grandpa Ji, you and Grandpa Feng Li are evenly matched, how could you lose to him!"
Ji Wuhen smiled bitterly, "I drew with Feng Li because he let me win and valued our brotherhood. I was an extremely arrogant person at the time, and Feng Li's humility made me think that I really had the strength to compete with Feng Wuhen!"
"Little did I know, I was just showing off my limited skills in front of an expert. That battle back then was the greatest disgrace of my life!"
Ji Wuhen sighed and continued, "You may not know, but I wasn't always called Ji Wuhen. The name Wuhen was changed later! As for its meaning, there's only one!"
At this point, Ji Wuhen raised his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his old eyes. "In this world, there can only be one Wuhen! After that defeat, I worked hard and vowed that one day I would defeat Feng Wuhen and become the true Wuhen!"
"But things didn't go as planned. Time has passed, years have changed, and our generation is already quite old..."
A hint of despondency flashed in Ji Wuhen's eyes.
At this moment, he is just an old man in his twilight years, no longer possessing the ambition he once had.
"Grandpa Ji, no, I believe in you. You can definitely defeat him. You are our God Blood Lord!" the young man said excitedly.
Ji Wuhen shook his head. "I'm old. I don't like lying to myself anymore. I've already accepted this reality!"
"And Tingfang, although you are not a descendant of my Ji family, I have always had high hopes for you since you were a child, and have secretly guided you in your cultivation!"
"Yes, Grandpa Ji secretly gave me guidance. No one in the entire Divine Bloodline knew about it, let alone outsiders!"
Shi Tingfang said with gratitude, "Moreover, in the battle of Bashu, my physical body was shattered and I was almost completely destroyed. It was Grandpa Ji who saved me at the cost of his lifespan and burning his magic power, and even reshaped my golden body. Otherwise, I would have been a dead soul in the underworld long ago!"
As Shi Tingfang spoke, he took off his outer garment, revealing his muscular physique, which was covered with mottled cracks, resembling porcelain.
It looks like it could shatter at any moment!
Even if the golden body is restored, it has already been broken, and it is almost impossible to return to its original state.
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