Chapter 852: Wail of the Deity

Chapter 852 -824: Wail of the Deity

The sea stretched as far as the eye could see, but on its surface the waves rose and fell; it made one feel relaxed and happy at a glance, yet in the heart it stirred a surge of boundless heroic spirit.

Standing to the side, Chen Feng looked at Pang Mu, who lay collapsed on the surface of the water. A vigorous will rose from deep within his heart. The other’s body had devoured the energy of the Divine Spirit’s seat; even in death he was still protected by the ocean, and thus would not sink to the seabed. Yet this immensely powerful existence had, after death, still become nothing more than a cold corpse.

All schemes and plots lose all meaning the moment one dies.

Pang Mu and that Divine Spirit were practically like two players at a board, each regarding the other as a piece and himself as the player, imagining that one day he would remove the other from the board and place him into the box. Through this long contest of wits and courage, the Divine Spirit had finally outmaneuvered by a single move. If not for Chen Feng, the other might truly have fused with Pang Mu’s soul, and in the truest sense seized the body of a Child of Destiny.

At that point, the situation would have been a terrifying alliance of two strengths: the Divine Spirit’s experience and wisdom combined with the Child of Destiny’s fortune and abilities, enough to create a genuine Heretic!

With the power of the world as support, the Divine Spirit might even find a way to descend his true body onto this land; this was by no means impossible!

And once that happened, for this land it would be a catastrophe of utter destruction!

The world is vast and full of wonders; this was the first time Chen Feng had seen a Child of Destiny, and he had never imagined the other would be so terrifying that even he himself felt a trace of fear.

However, this fear did not make Chen Feng collapse; instead, he brewed this state of mind within his heart, storing it away to carefully ponder and refine later.

Humiliation gives birth to courage.

What Chen Feng needed to do was to use this pressure to drive his own steps forward.

Before Pang Mu, who had completed his fusion and attained Half-Step Epic, even several Legendary experts besieging him were of no avail; they could not make up the gap at all, and even the Mind-Reading Demon had been grabbed and killed on the spot.

This made Chen Feng all the more determined to charge toward an even higher tier!

Of course, Epic Tier powerhouses were not cabbages. Right now, under the whole sky, there might not even be a single one; aside from that, there were only a few Half-Step Epic experts.

Other than Children of Destiny, even existences like Chen Feng who defied the heavens and rewrote their fate, who had been a step ahead since the very beginning, had not yet set foot into Half-Step Epic. From this one could see how far from easy it was to achieve Half-Step Epic.

“It’s just that I now have to pay particular attention to Children of Destiny. If the other party is kind-hearted, that’s one thing; but if he steps onto an evil path, then for the surrounding forces it will be a blow of annihilation.”

Of course, in this age, who can clearly divide good from evil?

If a man does not look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him. Those who have walked from the earliest days of the apocalypse to now and stand at the pinnacle may have methods, ability, and vision, but what they lack is precisely morality and humanity!

This is a dark world, where only true overlords can walk to the end. Of course, Chen Feng did not dare to make sweeping claims; perhaps there were still some who took kindness as the driving force of their advance, thinking that by relying on their own strength, one day they would return a clear and bright sky to this world.

Yet in this world, death and misery accompany one at every step. Those kind-hearted people are like men who have fallen into a mire; they tread cautiously across filthy ground, but if one always walks such places, how can one truly remain unstained? Perhaps before they reach the so-called end of their road, they have already been tainted by the sludge under their feet and become one more part of the swamp.

Just like Pang Mu under his feet. In times of peace, the other had been nothing more than a seasoned homebody, immersed every day in his own online world. By rights, people like him posed no harm at all to society; yet after gaining power, did he not become a terrifying dictator?

He regarded everything as a game. In his consciousness, this ocean, the Sea God’s Residence not far away, even Chen Feng himself, were all nothing but settings inside a game.

But Chen Feng was an accident. Pang Mu prided himself on being proficient with the internet; no matter how powerful the final boss, it would be slowly ground down by him and then explode with the equipment he needed.

What Pang Mu had never expected was that Chen Feng would be a lethal virus implanted in his computer. Let alone the game, even the computer itself would be destroyed and go dark because of it, with no possibility of repair!

“Huff!”

Chen Feng tilted his head back, rolled his shoulders twice, loosened his body a bit, then took out some royal jelly from the shattered plane, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

In the battle just now, Chen Feng had likewise borne no small pressure. After drinking some royal jelly and then closing his eyes to rest for a while, he suddenly opened them; in his eyes, a gleam of light flashed.

This gleam was like a sword light, severing all stray thoughts in an instant, all his thoughts entering a great tranquility where the mind was as still water.

Having comprehended life and death, Chen Feng was already able to perfectly control his emotions. In such a state, with a single thought he could cut down his miscellaneous desires, letting all useless troubles fall away so he could enter an absolutely calm state.

Pang Mu was without doubt a supreme treasure; as long as he was offered in sacrifice to the altar, he would surely bring unimaginable benefits. But before that, Chen Feng had another important matter to attend to, and that was to take the piece of clothing from the other’s body!

That garment was in the first place a piece set on the board by the Divine Spirit. When Pang Mu refined it, his aura would draw closer to the Divine Spirit’s own; at that time, the Divine Spirit could borrow that aura to complete his resurrection!

But no matter how meticulously the divine throne calculated, it had never accounted for the variable named Chen Feng, and now, what Chen Feng had to do was seize this Sub-divine Artifact!

Chen Feng calmly opened his right hand and grabbed toward the other party’s clothes!

Yet the moment Chen Feng’s hand touched the clothes, he suddenly discovered that this garment was unbelievably heavy, almost impossible to pull!

“Hm?”

With a flicker of thought, Chen Feng’s arm suddenly exerted force, and he forcibly tore the clothes off Pang Mu’s body!

“Crack!”

As soon as the clothes were ripped open, they erupted with a dazzling radiance, and from within surged an extremely dense, icy, vast aura!

At the same time, in Chen Feng’s eyes the surrounding environment visibly shifted, turning into an ocean-like, deep blue world, and above that ocean world stood a divine throne: a humanoid being with gray-black skin and six arms. In each of those arms it held a different weapon, and it wore a suit of Scale Armor hung all over with skull ornaments.

This divine throne held multiple weapons in its hands—the trident seen earlier had been only one of them—and each weapon was suffused with a thick aura of death!

Anyone who smelled this aura seemed to feel themselves being dragged into the Abyss of death.

This was perhaps the true body of the divine throne that Pang Mu had swallowed into himself.

The other party’s power was transcendent, its aloof posture the very aura unique to a divine throne.

“Jie jie jie…”

A sharp peal of laughter spread into Chen Feng’s ears.

The sound was so piercing it was sharper than a blade, stabbing at every single thought. Even going deaf would be useless; no one could resist this kind of spiritual menace.

“The Divine Spirit’s Howl!” Chen Feng’s expression changed!

This Sub-divine Artifact seemed to be imbued with some sort of curse; if one was not a possessor of the divine throne’s power or directly ordered it to open, one would be attacked by the divine throne!

This sound could yank a person’s soul right out of their body and annihilate it on the spot! Practically impossible to guard against, and steeped in sheer terror!

These wails were, vaguely, a kind of doctrine!

Chen Feng had the Demon Horn, and once translated, it roughly read as follows.

What we pursue is the conquest and destruction of anyone or anything that opposes Him. The God tells His followers that the mortal world is dark and blood-soaked; there, the strong enslave the weak, and power is the foundation of everything, the source of all things. Only coldness and cruelty are the sole path toward that ultimate goal of absolute power. One must rely on edicts to eradicate chaos, rely on laws to establish authority—this is a capability a tyrant must possess. As for those who oppose, they must be expelled or purged, for they are the harmful factors that drive rule off its proper track.

After listening only a few times, Chen Feng’s mind began to grow somewhat dazed, and his face in turn grew deathly pale. These wails not only inflicted a certain degree of soul damage on the listener, they also carried a certain brainwashing effect. In just this brief moment, Chen Feng had already developed a faint favorable impression, in his own mind, toward this Divine Spirit he had never even met!

This was absolutely not a good sign!

At this moment, Chen Feng saw the divine image in his consciousness become ever clearer, and the sound of the howling grew ever louder.

This situation was as if the divine throne, in another world, was trying to break through this world’s planar barrier and directly descend into this world.

“I already guessed that there would definitely be some of the divine throne’s will lingering on these clothes. Pang Mu really was fooled. This kind of stray thought isn’t something ordinary strength can even touch. Even a Legend wouldn’t possibly escape under such power; they would be completely devoured by that howling! From the very beginning, this was just a scheme of the divine throne, a scheme aimed at the so-called Child of Destiny. The divine throne discovered Pang Mu’s peculiarity and thus set up such a trap!”

“If it were anyone else, there’d be no way to avoid it, because this is basically a scorching hot yam already pressed flat into your palm. Either your soul gets torn apart, or you’re indoctrinated and converted into one of its Believers, and then a sacrifice is performed to summon the divine throne’s descent. Aside from these two outcomes, there is simply no third choice!”

“However, I have the broken plane. Even if that land is already shattered, it was, after all, once a complete world. As long as I throw these clothes into it, I can naturally cut off that terrifying howl!”

Thinking of this, a sharp light flashed in Chen Feng’s eyes. He bellowed, as if to vent all the gloom in his heart through that shout.

At the same time, a tiny crack opened at his side, a streak of white light flashed by, and the Sub-divine Artifact in Chen Feng’s hand was swallowed into the broken plane.

Only then did the howling in Chen Feng’s mind slowly recede, but he himself was already drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just come back from the brink of life and death!