Chapter 642
Burning the Origin!
Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
Chu Feng's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He stared intently at the Underworld, then glanced at Ling'er, who was struggling painfully in mid-air, her aura of destruction growing stronger. His aged hand clenched uncontrollably, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiuyou.
The remnant soul of Jiuyou still hovered in mid-air. He looked at the seemingly crazed Mingyu, and in his illusory eyes, there was no anger, only a bottomless coldness.
"Netherworld, you are as shameless as ever."
"Tit for tat!" Mingyu sneered. "It's all about the victor taking all! Jiuyou, immediately dismantle this damned formation! Otherwise, I'll take this little girl and your precious successor with me on our way!"
"No!" Chu Feng shouted almost instinctively.
He couldn't just stand by and watch Ling'er get hurt.
That innocent and carefree little girl, who always followed behind him and sweetly called him "Big Brother," must not die because of him.
Jiuyou's gaze slowly shifted from Mingyu to Chu Feng's face.
His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.
"Chu Feng, calm down."
"If the great formation is dispelled, I will no longer be able to control him. At that time, not only that girl, but you, me, and the two women behind you will all die."
"I cannot gamble everyone's lives on the reputation of a traitor."
Jiuyou's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Chu Feng's head.
He understood that Jiuyou was right.
but……
Looking at Ling'er's pained little face, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Reason told him that Jiuyou's choice was correct, but emotionally, he couldn't accept it.
"Hahaha! Did you hear that? Your ancestor has already abandoned you!" Mingyu laughed maniacally. "I don't have time to waste with you! I'll count to one, and if this formation isn't dispelled by then, we'll all die together!"
"three!"
The cold numbers echoed in the hall.
Xiao Nihuang and Long Bao'er also came to Chu Feng's side. They looked at this scene with equally solemn expressions.
Long Bao'er gritted her teeth in anger, her golden eyes filled with murderous intent: "Father, I'll tear him apart!"
"Don't move!" Chu Feng shouted hoarsely to stop her.
He knew that Mingyu was a madman at that moment, capable of anything.
"two!"
The voice of the underworld rang out again, his face contorted with madness, and a resolute will to die emanated from him.
He seems to really not want to live anymore.
The remnant soul of Jiuyou flickered slightly, clearly making a difficult choice.
Chu Feng's brain was working at lightning speed.
What should I do?
What should we do?
A coffin for burying the heavens? No, that's too far to solve an immediate problem.
The River of Destiny? The price is too high, and in my current state, I simply cannot summon it again.
Must we really just stand by and watch Ling'er...?
Just as Hades was about to shout out the last number.
Mutation, rebirth!
Ling'er, who was bound by black chains and had been in a coma and struggling in pain, suddenly opened her eyes without warning.
Those were clear, pure eyes, without a trace of impurity.
She woke up.
She looked down at Chu Feng, at his aged, haggard face filled with worry and pain, and a sweet, yet heartbreaking smile slowly appeared on her lips.
"Big brother..."
She spoke softly.
"No need to manage me."
"We'll meet again in our next life."
Ling'er's voice was very soft and gentle, like a mountain breeze or a forest stream.
But to Chu Feng's ears, it was no less than a thunderbolt from the heavens.
"No! Ling'er! Don't!"
Chu Feng's eyes widened in fury. He instantly understood what Ling'er wanted to do. His aged body transformed into a blur as he frantically rushed into the air.
However, it was all too late.
The moment she uttered those words, a resolute and fierce determination that was completely out of character for her age flashed in Ling'er's clear eyes.
She didn't give anyone time to react.
boom!
Within her petite body, the essence of the Nine Nether Poison Body was ignited by her in a tragic manner at this moment!
Burn the source!
This is the most extreme and thorough way to commit suicide!
In an instant, endless gray poisonous gas erupted from her body. It was no longer an out-of-control dissipation, but rather condensed into the purest and most terrifying primordial fire!
"You're insane! You're a madman!"
On the throne, the sinister smile on Mingyu's face froze instantly, replaced by unprecedented terror.
He never dreamed that this seemingly innocent little girl would have such a fierce temperament!
She actually chose to self-destruct!
He cast the "Netherworld God Curse" to threaten Chu Feng and Jiu You, in order to seek a way out; he himself did not want to die at all!
Seeing the gray flame, powerful enough to completely corrode even an emperor, rushing towards him with a resolute attitude, Mingyu was terrified.
He wanted to escape, he wanted to stop it.
"You wicked creature, prepare to die!"
At that very moment, Jiuyou's icy voice rang out.
He seized this fleeting opportunity and unleashed the full power of the formation without reservation!
The already stagnant power of the Emperor was completely sealed within the Netherworld's body at this moment.
He was like a living person cast in cement; not to mention stopping Ling'er, even moving a finger had become a luxury.
"No--!"
A desperate roar came from the mouth of the underworld.
The next second, the gray flame formed from Ling'er's life and essence completely engulfed him.
There were no earth-shattering explosions.
All that could be heard was a sickening "sizzling" sound.
The indestructible body of the Emperor in the Underworld melted away rapidly like ice and snow in the gray flames.
Flesh and blood, bones, soul...
Everything was reduced to nothingness by that deadly poison that represented "the end".
In the end, only a fist-sized, pitch-black heart, exuding an immortal imperial aura, remained, quietly suspended in mid-air.
The Emperor's Heart!
Only by entering the realm of the Emperor can one condense the core of the Great Dao's origin!
After burning away the Netherworld, the gray flames exhausted their last bit of power and slowly dissipated.
A petite figure fell helplessly from mid-air.
"Ling'er!"
Chu Feng let out a mournful roar and rushed over, embracing Ling'er tightly before she hit the ground.
The little girl in his arms had her eyes closed and her face was peaceful, as if she were asleep.
But Chu Feng could sense that the life force within her body had become extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Her very essence has been completely burned away.
"ah--!"
Chu Feng held Ling'er's cold body, looked up at the sky and roared, his voice filled with endless pain and self-blame.
If he were any stronger...
If he had discovered it sooner...
Would all of this have been prevented?
Xiao Nihuang and Long Bao'er stood silently behind him, watching this scene, their eyes also reddening.
On the other side...
Jiuyou ignored the grief-stricken Chu Feng.
With a wave of his illusory hand, the pitch-black imperial heart transformed into a stream of light and flew into his remnant soul.
Immediately afterwards, he formed a mudra with his hands and chanted incantations.
"The battle begins, the fire rages, and we unite!"