Chapter 2699 - 2698: Endless Avatars

Ling Feng and Ling Yao jumped off Little Fei’s back. Song Ruozhao was already standing on the ground, and the three looked at the somewhat sinister brown building ahead, from which a series of evil auras emanated.

"This is Ku Zhen’s residence, but I couldn’t find out the situation inside from that guy’s memory. Let’s wait while I use my Divine Sense to explore it first..."

Ling Feng had just activated his Divine Sense, intending to investigate inside from the outside, but Song Ruozhao was already emitting a golden glow all over his body, his black and white eyes shining brightly, and a phantom was instantly reflected in front of him.

The white and black semicircles intertwined in the air, gradually forming a Tai Chi pattern, and a black and white intertwined wave shot out from the Tai Chi disc.

Under the impact of the black and white wave, Ku Zhen’s residence was instantly turned into countless fragments.

Ling Feng looked in astonishment at the extremely powerful black and white energy wave, inwardly complaining: You still have this move, huh! Truly a prodigy, with so many tricks up your sleeve. Hey, hey, isn’t that Tai Chi? How does someone from Another World know this technique?

Ling Feng gazed at the still rotating black and white disc, with its rich aura of the Dao, even the usually composed Ling Yao was slightly agape in surprise.

Song Ruozhao retracted the supernatural power of his black and white eyes, and the wave also faded away, his eyes returned to calmness.

Song Ruozhao walked slowly into the ruins. Although Ling Feng, who had already scanned the entire building with his Divine Sense, knew the situation inside, he still held onto Ling Yao’s hand and followed in.

Amidst the smoke-filled ruins, there was no one present, not even a single corpse.

Ling Feng calmly walked behind Song Ruozhao and said, "There’s no one here. Before you destroyed the entire building, everyone had already left. I guess they were tipped off and escaped before we even arrived."

"After all, we made such a big scene on the street, Ku Zhen must have hidden forces monitoring what’s happening above. At the moment of killing, someone must have gone back to report to Ku Zhen."

Ling Feng looked at the research materials on the ground, as well as the remnants of human models in the ruin, and couldn’t help but shake his head: "Truly a mad scientist."

The three walked to a throne-like position at the end of the building, probably the only item not destroyed.

Song Ruozhao placed his hand on it, closed his eyes, it was unclear what he was doing.

Ling Feng summoned Little Fei: "Little Fei, check the aura on that chair, then send some insects to track down the whereabouts of the chair’s owner."

"Yes!"

A large number of insects immediately appeared on Little Fei’s body, after sensing the aura on the chair, they dispersed and left the ruins, flying in all directions.

Song Ruozhao suddenly opened his eyes as well: "I’ve already felt Ku Zhen’s aura. The residual aura on this chair tells me he hasn’t gone far, and I’ve already traced his whereabouts by time-space reversal!"

"Ah?!" Ling Feng was surprised, "You can reverse time and space? How many more tricks do you have that I don’t know about? Does that mean we can just follow that direction and catch up?"

Song Ruozhao nodded, he had already stepped into the air and was leaving.

Ling Feng, full of helplessness, said to Little Fei: "Call back those insects, we’ve already found it..."

Ling Feng and Ling Yao once again embarked on the "journey" of following Song Ruozhao.

The three were unaware that after they left, a black feather flew out from the seat, an eye appeared on the feather, staring intently in the direction the three had departed.

Soon after, the chair crumbled, with numerous fragments falling to the ground, and the black feather also disappeared.

...

The three quickly arrived under a large tree, with Ling Feng following Song Ruozhao to this place. Although he didn’t know why they had come here, Song Ruozhao surely had his reasons.

Under the tree stood a tall mysterious figure wrapped entirely in a brown robe. Song Ruozhao approached the mysterious person and calmly said, "Ku Zhen, can you really escape?"

Ling Feng looked at the silhouette of the mysterious person, his Divine Sense gradually spreading out, enveloping the area.

The mysterious person turned his head, revealing a surprisingly kind face, looking quite young, not at all like the impression Ling Feng had of an evil master.

Ku Zhen chuckled, "I actually don’t know you all, why push me so hard? You’ve not only saved all my containers but also killed all my underlings,"

"Haven’t you committed just as much slaughter as me? What high moral ground are you claiming here?"

In the face of Ku Zhen’s question, Song Ruozhao shook his head and smiled, "I killed all your underlings myself, I’m not a good person to begin with,"

"Three thousand years ago, I wanted to be a good person, but those old guys from the Dao Sect and the Human Race wouldn’t give me a chance, they insisted on getting in my way, so I had to teach a few of them a lesson,"

"You ran into me today, and you actually didn’t do anything wrong, but unfortunately, I just can’t stand this kind of behavior. When villains meet, their eyes are especially red..."

Ling Feng nodded: "Well said, they say scholars belittle each other, but little do they know villains are no different. It’s fitting, I’m not a good person either, but I really find people like you disgusting,"

"The human race in your world is quite inventive. The method of using humans for artifact forging—I haven’t seen it in the many worlds I’ve traveled through. In my impression, only some demons have this conduct,"

"But I didn’t expect your human race would kill each other too, and even be more cruel than some demons."

Song Ruozhao didn’t continue speaking, as he had already discerned Ku Zhen’s strength. A sword light shot out, instantly slicing the Ku Zhen before him into countless pieces.

But strangely, no blood or flesh splattered out; the body turned into a large amount of soil fragments, dissolving into a puddle of mud on the ground.

A mocking voice echoed in this realm: "Haha, such a fiery temper, but what’s the use? You all are very capable, each of you a genius, but so what?"

"For me to be waiting here for you naturally means I have some confidence. How could I let you find me so easily?"

"I’ve been studying the Time Artifact for so many years; so many people revere me as a master, treating me with utmost respect. So I’ve rarely had the chance to take action; now I’ve finally encountered you few reckless young ones,"

"Just the right opportunity to test the Magic Artifact on you!"

"Endless Afterimage—Clone Enshroudment!"

A green oil lamp flew in from unknown origins, hovering above Ling Feng and the others’ heads.

Song Ruozhao reacted extremely quickly, immediately trying to fly up to shatter that Time Artifact, but shadows flew out from the oil lamp, and soon one of them put the lamp away.

More clones continuously appeared, yet the oil lamp had vanished.

A large amount of Ku Zhen clones appeared, surrounding Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao tightly.

However, Song Ruozhao’s countless probing sword lights had already flown out, slashing all those fragile human clones.

Thirty-six sword lights flew out one by one, slaying a multitude of clones; but many clones still remained, and the oil lamp was already hidden, with more clones continuously generating.

Song Ruozhao stood still, coldly watching those clones.

Ling Feng walked forward with interest and laughed: "Wow, really endless clones, huh? That oil lamp seems to work quite well. If I had it, then I wouldn’t need to take action myself."

"I just need to stand aside and let my clones handle the fighting, generate thousands or tens of thousands of them, annoy the enemy to death..."

Ling Yao looked at Ling Feng, eyes gleaming, and slapped him heavily on the head, coldly saying: "This artifact was cultivated with a child’s heart, covered in blood; you dare use it?"

Ling Feng rubbed his head, turned and chuckled: "You just don’t get it, huh? Although the process of making this artifact is dirty and cruel, as long as I use it for good deeds, then it’s a good Magic Treasure."

"I will definitely use this Magical Treasure to walk the righteous path!" Ling Feng clenched his fist. "Besides, I can use this magical oil lamp to create a clone that..."

Ling Yao looked at Ling Feng’s laughing face, suddenly realized something, blushed at once, and hit Ling Feng’s head again, feigning anger: "What’s in that head of yours every day?"

"Hey, just joking, having a serious face all day is so boring!" Ling Feng made a face, Ling Yao strived to keep her face straight, but couldn’t help the slight curve of her lips.

"Ahem, alright, let’s solve the problem in front of us first, we have outsiders here." Ling Feng glanced at the solemn Song Ruozhao.

Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao stood side by side, also frowning slightly: "My Divine Sense actually can’t detect which is the real body, leaving only two possibilities,"

"One is that the real body’s aura is hidden very well, possibly using that oil lamp; the other is that the real body isn’t here, but can the clones still control the Magic Artifact so freely?"

Song Ruozhao pointed at the direction where the clones were continuously generating and said: "That point is the breakthrough, let’s attack forcefully. Anyway, it makes no difference, we just want to kill."

"Sigh." Ling Feng was indifferent, but still felt somewhat troublesome, even though there were no options now.

Song Ruozhao’s sword light was already poised, but countless Ku Zhen clones took out another Magic Artifact from their sides.

"Thousand Feather Needles—Layered Siege Assault!" An abrupt voice sounded.

Countless steel needles flew from the Magic Artifacts in the clones’ hands, densely shooting towards the three of them!