124: Chapter 124: Having devoured the essence of reincarnation, the Nine Revolutions progress is 99% complete!

Xuanji stood not far away.

Her cyan-gold dharma robe was whipped by the grey-white Samsara air currents, making a hunting sound. Set against her cold, otherworldly face, she looked exactly like an ice sculpture that had walked out of a myth.

But at this moment, this ice sculpture was shattering.

In her cognition, which was so long it had almost solidified, there were only two fates for living beings trapped in the "Samsara Endless Prison": either have their intelligence worn away in endless repetition, becoming walking corpses; or, like a stray dog, kowtow and wail toward the void, begging Venerable Ming for mercy.

From ancient times to the present, there had been no exceptions.

Yet the madman named Jiang Feng before her eyes was doing something that would cause the collective blood pressure of all high-dimensional chess players to skyrocket.

He sat cross-legged right in the center of that time node which reset every three seconds, his expression excessively calm.

That calmness was not a facade, nor was it a disguise; it was an indifference originating from his very bones—as if he were not trapped in an ancient, unsolvable high-dimensional prison, but squatting in his own courtyard, basking in the sun.

[Ding! High-dimensional Samsara Law fragment detected, Dao Source-level skill "Ten Thousand Sources Return to One" triggered...]

[Forcibly solidifying time flow fragments... Solidification successful!]

[You have obtained: Samsara Law Crystal × 1000!]

The system notification sounds exploded one after another.

Jiang Feng's pair of dark gold double pupils reflected the sky full of grey-white light spots, like the final stardust before the collapse of the universe.

He raised his hand and pinched the air with his five fingers.

Hum—!

The sound was not loud, yet it felt like someone had struck Xuanji on the crown of her head with a hammer.

The originally ethereal and illusory time flow, which was constantly jumping, emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass under this pinch.

Large swathes of grey-white air currents were twisted, compressed, and crumpled.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was wringing the entire River of Time like a wet towel.

In the end, those time fragments carrying the Samsara memories of billions of living beings were forcefully compressed into crystal-clear, grey-white crystals.

Each one was only the size of a thumb pad, yet they pulsed with an aura of life and death that made one's scalp tingle.

Jiang Feng casually grabbed a handful.

Then, under Xuanji's dumbfounded gaze—

He tossed these things into his mouth as if they were peanuts.

Crunch. Crunch, crunch. Crispy and crunchy. He chewed them with such relish.

With every crystal that entered his stomach, the Jie Yuan within his body, which was already as viscous as a liquid starry sky, boiled frantically, like a ladle of cold water poured into boiling oil.

"Madman..." Xuanji finally couldn't hold it together.

Her voice was trembling, not from fear, but because her worldview was being physically shattered.

"You really are a madman!"

She took a step back, pointing at the remaining handful of crystals in Jiang Feng's hand, her speaking speed so rapid it almost cracked her voice:

"Those are the embodiment of causality! They are the heaviest debts of the ten thousand worlds! Every single fragment seals the residual thoughts of the Samsara of billions upon billions of living beings!"

"If you eat them like that, your physical body will be instantly blown apart, and your soul will be torn into shreds by millions of memories! The kind where not even a trace is left!"

Jiang Feng lifted his eyelids. The look in his eyes was like he was watching a little sister from the neighbor's house making a fuss over nothing.

"The taste is average." He smacked his lips, his tone excessively casual. "A bit bitter. Next time, I suggest your Venerable Ming add some sugar."

Before he could finish speaking. Boom—!!

The aura around his body exploded without any warning!

[Ding! Samsara Crystal consumption successful! Your intelligence attribute has increased by: 5 Jian!]

[Your spirit attribute has increased by: 8 Jian!]

[Six-dimensional total attributes are jumping crazily...]

[Current total value: 50 Jian!]

50 Jian. What kind of concept is that?

To give the simplest comparison—previously, when Jiang Feng killed the eight great Three-Yuan Supreme with a single punch, his base attributes were only 3 Jian.

Now it has increased by nearly 17 times.

And these 17 times the base attributes must still be multiplied by the heaven-defying combat power multiplier of 2.4 billion times.

The final number obtained could no longer be described as an "astronomical figure."

It was a monster-level value that even the system panel could barely display, completely overflowing the boundaries of common sense.

The area where Jiang Feng was located was no longer collapsing.

Instead, like white paper encountering sulfuric acid, it was dissolving and evaporating over a large area.

Xuanji was sent flying directly by the overflowing pressure, retreating dozens of miles before she could barely stabilize her figure.

She stared fixedly at Jiang Feng's direction, attempting to use her divine sense to perceive his data panel.

It was a blur. She couldn't read anything.

It was as if what was sitting in that position was not a person, but a black hole.

Xuanji's throat tightened.

She suddenly realized one thing.

From the very beginning, she had made a fatal cognitive error—she had always observed Jiang Feng as a "lower-realm living being with high values."

But Jiang Feng was not simply "high value."

He was using a method she couldn't understand at all to trample the entire power system under his feet.

At this moment, Jiang Feng couldn't be bothered to listen to any more system notifications.

He took out the "Pangu Source Core Profound Meaning Scroll" from his robes and casually unfurled it.

The scroll shimmered with an ancient dark gold luster, and it was densely engraved with Dao patterns even older than high-dimensional runes.

Before, when looking at these things, he had felt them to be somewhat obscure.

But at this moment—with 50 Jian of spirit attributes poured into it, those Dao patterns instantly became transparent in Jiang Feng's eyes.

It was not "understood." It was "seen through."

Hidden beneath those profound and mysterious symbols was not some supreme truth.

It was the most primitive, most pure massacre.

"Pangu Opening the Heavens..." Jiang Feng whispered, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

It was not a smile, but a realization bordering on madness.

"So that's how it is."

"The world thinks Pangu opened the heavens for the sake of creation."

"They are wrong."

His voice was very soft, yet every word sounded like a nail being hammered into the void.

"The original intention of Opening the Heavens was destruction."

"The old chessboard is covered in filth; the so-called rules, order, and causality are all shackles used to bind us, not worth mentioning at all!"

"So Pangu raised his axe."

"It wasn't to open the heavens and earth."

"It was to flip the table."

[Ding! Nine-Turn mission progress: 99%!]

[Final profound meaning is condensing...]

Jiang Feng slowly stood up.

This movement was very slow. But just this simple act of standing up caused the void within a million miles to emit a wail of impending collapse.

Behind him, a dark gold giant phantom rose from the depths of his spine.

The giant had no features, no face; all over its body, there was only one kind of temperament, pure to the extreme—brutality.

It was a brutality that made the gods of the heavens and myriad worlds want to kneel, an unreasonable, crushing brutality that pulverized everything.

Xuanji, seeing this phantom from dozens of miles away, saw her pupils shrink to pinpoints.

Her body was trembling. It was not driven by the source mark, nor was it the suggestion buried by Venerable Xuan.

It was a pure, trembling originating from the instinct of life.

In that instant, only one thought flashed through her mind: This thing should not exist in any dimension.

Jiang Feng suddenly extended his hands! Toward that invisible, intangible Samsara time axis in front—he gripped it fiercely.

"Break for me!"

The dark gold giant's hands followed his movement, plunging directly into the depths of the dimension's folds.

That River of Time, which ran precisely in a three-second cycle, was like a thin wire gripped at both ends by a strong man.

"Creak—!" A friction sound, so shrill it exceeded the limits of soul endurance, erupted throughout the entire Samsara Endless Prison.

At that moment, Xuanji saw the scene she would never be able to forget in her entire life.

Samsara Endless Prison—this absolute closed loop claimed to be impossible to break directly even by high-dimensional supremes—was actually ripped open with a huge tear under Jiang Feng's brute force, like a layer of old wallpaper.

Beneath the opening, the scene revealed made Xuanji freeze completely.

In the broken grey-white chaotic air currents, what was pulsing was not ordinary Samsara runes at all.

Densely packed dark red source patterns crisscrossed, constantly flickering and rotating in the void, entangled without end.