18: You want to kill me? You're too green!

The frantic tearing sensation of the spatial turbulence suddenly vanished.

Qin Feng's consciousness was slammed back into reality.

A thick, inseparable stench of blood and decay savagely poured into his nose and mouth, violently burning his mangled lungs and forcing him awake from his stupor.

"Heh... heh..."

He struggled to open his eyes.

What met his gaze was an endless dark red wasteland.

The sky was a desperate grayish-white, the earth was parched and cracked, and as far as the eye could see, not a single blade of grass grew—only dead silence.

Intense pain!

Heart-wrenching pain radiated from every inch of his body.

He tried to prop up his body, his right hand pressing against the cracked, scorching earth, but a hollow pang of pain and weightlessness came from his left shoulder.

Qin Feng's movements froze.

Exerting all his strength, he stiffly lowered his head, inch by inch.

His left sleeve hung limply.

The wound was a bloody mess, cut unevenly by the violent power of space, and the grim white bone fragments were clearly visible.

His arm was gone.

This realization was like a bucket of molten iron burning through his Divine Soul, crashing down on his head and instantly igniting the suppressed humiliation and malice in his heart!

Ling Qingzhu's cold and beautiful face looked down at him, her gaze like she was looking at a lowly ant.

Liu Ruyan's playful and seductive eyes, the corners of her mouth filled with mockery and disdain as she kicked him with the tip of her shoe.

The two faces flickered frantically in his mind, eventually turning into two of the most poisonous brands, seared deep into the depths of his Soul.

"Ah—!!!"

Qin Feng looked up to the sky and squeezed out a roar from his throat that sounded completely inhuman.

His charred face was distorted by endless hatred, looking like a malevolent ghost crawling out from the deepest depths of Hell.

"Ling Qingzhu! Liu Ruyan!"

He squeezed out these two names from the depths of his teeth, word by word, using all his strength.

Every syllable carried a hatred that seemed to scrape his bones and marrow.

"I, Qin Feng, swear a blood oath to the Heavenly Dao!"

"The humiliation of this severed arm today will be returned a hundredfold in the future!"

"When I return to my Peak, I will surely capture you both into my Immortal Cave, cripple all your cultivation, and use you as my Cauldrons!"

"I want you to wail and beg for mercy beneath me day and night! Unable to live, yet unable to die!"

The oath of the Cauldron, every word weeping blood!

As his extremely poisonous roar fell, the Heavenly Dao seemed to descend some sort of gray Law in the dark, resonating with his hatred.

His already crumbling Dao foundation miraculously stabilized a bit.

That towering hatred distortedly became his only pillar for survival.

The intense emotional fluctuations once again agitated his severe injuries.

Qin Feng's vision went dark, and he could no longer hold on.

His body slumped and he rolled down a parched earthen slope, coincidentally tumbling into the entrance of an inconspicuous, pitch-black cave.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again from the boundless pain.

The instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Like a maggot, he forced himself to crawl deeper into the cave.

Deep in the cave, a skeleton that had long since weathered into a jade-white color sat cross-legged, its frame covered in cobwebs.

Only between the finger bones of the extended right hand was a dusty, dim Jade Slip.

Opportunity!

A light of death-defying struggle instantly exploded in Qin Feng's eyes.

He struggled to crawl over, snatched the Jade Slip from the skeleton's fingers, and savagely probed the last trace of spiritual power in his body into it!

Boom!

A vast and ancient flood of information rushed into his nearly shattered mind.

*Mystic Profound Qi-Observation True Explanation*!

A long-lost ancient mystic art!

Cultivating this art allowed one to observe the Luck of all things in heaven and earth!

The spiritual light of treasures, the flow of earth veins, and even the strength of a living being's fate could all be clearly seen by a pair of naked eyes!

"Haha... Hahahaha! Heaven does not wish for my end! Heaven does... does not wish for my end!"

Qin Feng laughed maniacally in his heart, his laughter crazed and distorted.

This was simply a divine skill for a comeback, tailor-made for him!

Enduring the pain, he followed the method recorded in the True Explanation, frantically gathering all the remaining spiritual power in his body into his eyes.

In an instant, the world before him completely changed.

Above the desolate land floated countless thin wisps of grayish-white mist representing death.

But in the far distance in one direction, a blood-red pillar of light soared into the sky, as thick as substance, arrogantly tearing through the grayish-white, faintly emitting an extremely vigorous aura of life!

Supreme treasure!

It was definitely a life-saving treasure!

Qin Feng used his remaining right hand to firmly prop himself up, dragging his broken body toward the direction of the blood-red pillar of light, step by step, moving with great difficulty.

One day later.

He finally found a ganoderma that was blood-red all over and shaped like dragon marrow deep in a parched fissure.

Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Marrow Ganoderma!

Without any hesitation, he pulled it out by the roots and swallowed it in large gulps like a wild beast.

The vast life essence exploded within his body, frantically repairing his cracked Dao foundation and reconnecting his severed Meridians.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Feng slowly stood up.

His internal injuries were completely healed, and his cultivation had stabilized again at the first level of the Saint Realm.

He looked down at his empty left sleeve fluttering in the wind, his gaze becoming increasingly cold.

The grudge of the severed arm would never be forgotten!

He looked up and activated the Qi-Observation Technique again, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless Void Realm, looking straight toward the center of the continent.

"Central Plains..."

He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse.

"Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Jiuli Divine Dynasty... such places of immortal Legacy will surely have divine objects that can allow my severed arm to be reborn!"

"As long as I have this Qi-Observation Technique, all the treasures in the world will be mine, Qin Feng's!"

He turned around and no longer looked at this wasteland that buried his past.

The one-armed figure dragged a long, twisted shadow, resolutely stepping onto the road of revenge toward the Central Plains.

Ling Qingzhu, Liu Ruyan... just you wait.

The next time we meet, I will not only take everything from you but also personally tear apart your high-and-mighty pride!