144: Chapter 145 Two Paths

Within the vision, the demonic claw-like black cloud above the Jiang Family estate ultimately descended.

There were no roars, no radiance of magic power.

Everything was silent and soundless.

Yet it was cruelly extreme.

Jiang Feng watched helplessly as the foundation he had built with his own hands, the new residence that symbolized the glory of the Jiang Family, rapidly lost all color under the shroud of the black cloud, turning into dead ash.

The scene shifted.

Inside the estate.

A world of bright red.

As far as the eye could see, it was all blood red.

Su Wan lay beside the stone table in the courtyard, the gentle smile on her face frozen. The blood beneath her pooled into a small stream, still flowing. Her hand reached out into the distance, calling out, summoning.

Not far away, Zhang Yuniang lay under the veranda, her abacus broken into pieces, scattered all over the ground. Those eyes, which always shone with shrewd brilliance, now gazed at the sky, filled with expectation and unwillingness.

Lin Yueyao leaned against a veranda pillar, clutching a broken sword in her hand. Her cold face held a determination that would not cease even in death, yet the tear stains in her eyes would never wait for that person's return.

Until her death, Yao Shifei still had murmurs on her lips, and the golden crow bracelet in her hand was shattered in two.

"No..."

"No..."

Jiang Feng could no longer suppress his roar and wanted to rush over, but no matter what he did, his body was firmly imprisoned in place.

He had become a spectator, forced to watch this slaughter.

"Mom..."

A childish cry pierced his heart.

It was Jiang Tian.

The eldest legitimate son, whom the Old Ancestor called the new world of the Jiang Family, a ten-year-old child, was spreading his small arms, protecting the younger siblings behind him, standing in front of a group of Golden Core Cultivators.

"You are not allowed... you are not allowed to hurt my younger siblings!"

However, the response to him was cackling laughter and streaks of sharp, cold light.

Jiang Ling'er, Jiang Xue, and those children whose names Jiang Feng could not call out...

One after another, they fell into pools of blood.

The scene finally settled on the Jiang Family ancestral hall.

Ancestor Jiang Xuan's body was nailed to the gate of the ancestral hall by a black spear.

This old man, who had guarded the Jiang Family his whole life, had his eyes wide open until death.

He died with a grievance.

In the end, just as he had said, born in the Jiang Family, died in the Jiang Family.

"Ahhhhhh!"

An apocalyptic killing intent exploded from the deepest part of Jiang Feng's Soul!

The blood color instantly swallowed his eyes, the Qi and blood throughout his body rampaged wildly, and his body spasmed violently due to the unbearable rage.

Kill them!

Kill everyone!

Let this world be buried with the Jiang Family!

Just as his sanity was about to be swallowed by the darkness.

A pair of soft arms, using all their strength, hugged him tightly from behind.

A familiar fragrance wafted over.

"Brother Feng! Wake up!"

Shangguan Wuqing's cry, filled with sobs, rang in his ears, "It's fake! It's all fake!"

This cry was like a basin of ice water poured onto his burning Soul.

Jiang Feng's body shook violently.

The bloody Hell before his eyes was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water, shattering inch by inch.

He had returned to the deep, secluded stone chamber. Before him was the blurry stone statue, and in his arms was Shangguan Wuqing, crying with tears streaming down her face like rain on pear blossoms.

"An illusion... is this an illusion!"

Cold sweat soaked his back.

Jiang Feng gasped for air, his chest feeling as if it were pressed by a giant boulder; the heart-wrenching pain just now had been so real it made him suffocate.

But before he could even catch his breath, the scene before him twisted again!

This time.

He, with a head full of white hair, covered in blood, slaughtered his way to the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect.

"Repay the blood debt of my Jiang Family!"

Amidst the roar, the mountain gate collapsed.

He slaughtered through the outer sect, slaughtered through the inner sect, with corpses everywhere beneath his feet.

But just as he rushed before the main Peak's great hall, above the sky, a golden giant palm that covered the sky and obscured the sun slowly took shape, carrying the pressure to crush all things, and gently slapped down towards him.

That vengeful "Jiang Feng", along with all his unwillingness and anger, was slapped into ashes and annihilated.

The scene shifted again.

Yunmeng Marsh, where grass grew and orioles flew.

He saw himself, with a relaxed smile on his face, sitting side by side with Shangguan Wuqing in front of a wooden house.

Several lively and cute children were chasing and playing around them, calling "Dad, Mom".

A kind of ordinary, peaceful happiness.

Jiang Feng subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the braids on the little girl's head.

The moment his fingertips touched the scene.

"Snap!"

All scenes vanished like bubbles.

He was still standing in the cold stone chamber.

Jiang Feng slowly retracted his hand and closed his eyes, recalling the scene just now in his mind; the former was real, while the latter seemed to be a choice.

Two paths.

One was to go back, to face the destruction of the Family, the blood feud, and then be crushed to death like an ant by others.

The other was to stay, to be with his beautiful companion, to have children and grandchildren, and to live in peace until old age.

Shangguan Wuqing looked at him nervously; how she hoped he could stay, but when she saw Jiang Feng's slightly trembling, tightly clenched fists, she couldn't say a word.

For a long time.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes.

In those eyes, all anger and pain had faded, leaving only an abyssal calm and determination.

"Heh."

He chuckled softly.

Let him, Jiang Feng, abandon his wife and children and live on alone?

What a joke!

In this life, I, the Old Ancestor, only know how to protect my own!

Even if that ending of rivers of blood is real, so what?

He, Jiang Feng, will go see it with his own eyes!

He will go, and personally reverse it!

Even if the road ahead is a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, or a bottomless abyss, he must go back!

Just at the moment his thought became as firm as a rock!

Hum.

The entire stone chamber, the entire snow mountain, shook violently!

That huge humanoid stone statue seemed to come alive, the hand seals in front of its abdomen began to change, lighting up with mysterious trajectories.

The final hand seal solidified.

"Crack!"

The base of the stone statue split from the middle, and a simple wooden box and a cyan-black bamboo scroll slowly rose.

Jiang Feng was eager to return, and regardless of whether it was a trap, he stepped forward and grabbed both items in his hands.

He first unfolded the bamboo scroll.

Five domineering and unparalleled ancient seal characters came into view.

"Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique"!

Jiang Feng was overjoyed and quickly flipped through it.

The principle of the Cultivation Technique was simple and brutal: absorb the Origin essence blood of the True Dragon and the Divine Elephant, refine it into the body, fuse the two different powers, and finally turn that heaven-destroying and earth-shattering Dragon-Elephant power into his own!

Once refined to Major Achievement, a single punch could unleash the power of ten Dragons and ten Elephants, enough to make the Physical Body saintly and shatter the Void Realm!

This was also the key to leaving Yunmeng Marsh.

Jiang Feng suppressed his excitement and opened the wooden box.

Inside the box, twenty thumb-sized jade bottles were neatly arranged.

Ten bottles of golden Dragon blood, ten bottles of silver Elephant blood.

Not more, not less, exactly ten Dragons and ten Elephants.

Jiang Feng gripped the bamboo scroll and the wooden box tightly, his gaze burning as he looked at the water-like light curtain at the end of the stone chamber. Cultivating the Dragon-Elephant Tyrant Body Technique step by step would require a huge amount of time to refine the Dragon-Elephant essence blood drop by drop.

Time!

What he lacked now was time!

Every scene in the illusion was like a red-hot branding iron, branded on his Soul.

He was afraid!

He was afraid that if he returned late, all of that would come true!

"Can't wait!"

Jiang Feng roared lowly, not caring about Cultivating first. He wanted to try first to see if, relying solely on the power of the Small Golden Body Art at Major Achievement, he could forcibly blast open this barrier!

He stuffed the bamboo scroll and the wooden box to Shangguan Wuqing, his whole body's Qi and blood surging to the Peak in an instant.

"Open for me!"

Accompanied by a roar, his fist, which had gathered all his power, slammed fiercely into the light curtain!

"Boom!!!"

A terrifying shockwave, with the stone chamber as the center, spread crazily!

The entire snow mountain groaned, ten thousand years of accumulated snow collapsed, triggering an apocalyptic avalanche!

At the same time, the entire Yunmeng Marsh continent.

Chilian Tribe, Shenfeng Tribe, Ice and Snow Tribe...

All living beings felt the earth beneath their feet shake violently!

Immediately after, everyone looked up in horror.

Above the eternal sky of Yunmeng Marsh, a huge light curtain projection appeared out of thin air!

In the light curtain, the figure of a white-haired man was punching at the end of the world!

That face, countless people in Yunmeng Marsh would not forget!

It was that man who had disappeared for nearly ten years!

Jiang Feng!

"It is Lord Heavenly God..."