125: Chapter 125 Breaking Through the Barriers and Turning the Tide: From Cage to Battlefield!

"So..." Jiang Feng stared at the exposed underlying code and let out a cold laugh.

"High-dimensional profound meaning, is that all?"

The muscles in his arms tightened, and the dark gold giant exerted force along with him.

Bang!! At this moment, the entire Samsara Endless Prison was blown to smithereens.

That three-second dead loop was forcibly twisted into a lump of waste, scattering into the gray-white void.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host! Nine-turn mission: Pangu Origin Core Profound Meaning completed!]

[Class advancement: Hunyuan Dao Master (Ultimate Level)!]

[You have successfully condensed: Hunyuan Dao Fruit!]

[Ding! All attributes surged by 70 Jian!]

[Current comprehensive foundation: 120 Jian!]

120 Jian.

When he was at 50 Jian, Jiang Feng could cause space to dissolve over a large area just by leaking a bit of pressure.

Now that it had more than doubled, what did that mean?

It meant that now, with a casual flick of his finger, the entire Hongmeng Realm would tremble.

With a casual stomp, the dimensional barriers for a trillion miles around would shatter like crackers.

This was no longer a level that could be described as "strong."

[Ten Thousand Sources Return to One fused with talent, advancing to the Unique Profound Meaning: Pangu Plunder!]

[Profound Meaning: Pangu Plunder: Includes but is not limited to plundering attribute points, laws, divine abilities, and profound meanings from killed monsters, and converting them for one's own use!]

[Due to overflowing experience points, you have automatically advanced to level 780!]

[You have reached the job transfer level and automatically accepted the 10th-turn mission: Plunder and kill 10 Hunyuan Supreme-level (1-9 Yuan) powerhouses to automatically complete the job transfer!]

A blinding golden light floated up from Jiang Feng's head.

The light condensed, rotated, and compressed, finally turning into a dark golden Dao Fruit that was neither perfectly round nor irregular.

The surface of the Dao Fruit shimmered with the miraculous miniature of ten thousand star seas, as if an entire universe were encapsulated within this fist-sized object.

The moment the Dao Fruit entered his body, Jiang Feng felt a strange "sense of severance."

His connection to this universe was severed.

The faint, hidden causal lines connecting him to the high-dimensional space were all broken.

It was like a puppet held by countless threads, and suddenly—all the strings were cut in one stroke.

He no longer belonged to this universe.

He did not belong to the high dimensions.

He did not belong to any dimension.

He did not belong to anyone's chessboard.

He was simply himself.

The only, incalculable, and completely unbridled variable.

"This..." Xuanji stood stunned in the distance, her lips moving several times before she could squeeze out a complete sentence.

"This is impossible."

Her voice sounded like it was squeezed through her teeth, every word trembling.

"You actually... dismantled Venerable Ming's profound meaning with brute force?"

No one answered her.

Because by the time she said this, her Dao Heart had already shattered.

Not cracked, not shaken.

It was shattered.

Completely and utterly.

The cognitive system that had been instilled in her since the moment she was born—that the high dimensions were supreme, profound meanings were invincible, and the lower realms were all ants—had all turned into a joke under Jiang Feng's dismantling.

She had thought she was a high-and-mighty observer.

Only now did she realize that in front of Jiang Feng, she wasn't even qualified to be a competent bystander.

Jiang Feng exhaled a breath of stale air.

The violent pressure surrounding him that could dissolve dimensions was instantly retracted, as if a valve had been tightened.

His whole person became introverted and composed, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water.

He showed no joy of victory.

Not even a trace of complacency.

He simply turned around, frowned slightly, and looked at the shattered remains of the Samsara scattered on the ground.

In the deepest part of the debris pile, besides the chilling aura of Old Man Ming that penetrated to the bone, he caught another trace of something.

Extremely faint.

Extremely hidden.

If not for the 120 Jian spiritual attribute enhancement, it would have been impossible to detect.

It was a wisp of... faint tea fragrance.

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes.

He remembered.

Before the chessboard of the Supreme Void, Old Man Xuan was always holding a cup of tea.

"Old fox."

Jiang Feng snorted coldly, his mind instantly clear.

Old Man Ming thought he was trapping his prey.

Little did he know that Old Man Xuan had quietly loosened the screws of this cage from behind.

Not only did he loosen the screws, but he also conveniently buried a needle in the ruins—a hidden needle aimed specifically at Jiang Feng.

One played the villain to trap people.

The other played the hero to let water in.

Two high-dimensional big shots, one in the open and one in the dark, worked together to weave a net, waiting for this big fish—him—to swim right in.

"Three days to consider?"

Jiang Feng raised his head and looked in the direction where Old Man Ming had left.

Deep in the void, nothing could be seen.

But he knew in his heart that a pair of cold, gloomy eyes must be hidden in the cracks of the dimensions, constantly spying on him.

Jiang Feng smiled.

His smile carried a sense of impatient madness.

"For the rest of my life, I only like to eat pork ribs."

"Those who block my path, die!"

He took a sudden step forward.

He didn't look for an exit.

He didn't use a teleportation array.

He didn't rely on any spatial laws.

He just reached out his right hand.

His five fingers curled like hooks.

Aiming at a hidden node in the void that even Xuanji couldn't perceive—he focused, exerted force, and tore, forcibly digging out the foundation of the profound meaning from nothingness.

Rip!

That sound, Xuanji would never forget it in her life.

It was like the most precious silk in the world being torn in half by a pair of hands that didn't know how to cherish it.

A bloody gash, spanning ten thousand star domains and a million zhang long, was forcibly torn open under her terrified, speechless gaze.

On the other side of the tear, the vast and boundless outline of a battlefield was vaguely visible.

That was the entrance to the Taihuang Battlefield.

The passage that Old Man Ming had passed through when he set up the Samsara Endless Prison.

Jiang Feng tore it open casually.

Just like tearing a piece of old newspaper.

He did not look back.

He did not glance at Xuanji.

With one step, his figure plunged directly into that bloody maw.

Xuanji sat limp in the void.

Her legs were weak, and a bone-chilling cold permeated her whole body.

She stared at the slowly closing void rift, her mind a blank slate.

A long time later.

She looked down at her clenched hands, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

"What kind of existence... is he exactly?"

Xuanji whispered, her voice so weak it almost dissipated into the void.

No one responded.

The residual Samsara Dao rhymes drifted down slowly, like a late gray-white cold snow, falling silently across the wilderness.

...Meanwhile.

The Supreme Void.

Before the black and white chessboard.

Old Man Ming was holding a cup of freshly warmed immortal wine, preparing to take a sip.

He had been in a good mood.

In his calculations, the Samsara Endless Prison could trap Jiang Feng for at least three days.

Three days later, the kid's edges would be worn down, his bones softened, and he would naturally come begging for help.

By then, bestowing a few small favors and recruiting a useful henchman—wouldn't that be wonderful?

Then—from the depths of a certain dimension, came an extremely faint, crisp sound.

As if something had shattered.

Old Man Ming's hand shook.

The entire cup of immortal wine spilled onto his knees.

He stood up abruptly, not even bothering to wipe the wine stains on his robes, his divine sense frantically probing in that direction.

The result of his probe made his whole face stiffen.

The Samsara Endless Prison.

Gone.

Not weakened, not pried open, not slowly disintegrated by finding a loophole.

It was simply gone.

As if it had never existed.

The absolute cage constructed by high-dimensional profound meanings had been blasted into powder by someone with a single punch.

Old Man Ming stood stunned for three seconds.

Then— "This kid..."

His voice squeezed fiercely through his teeth, carrying an immense, pent-up rage that had not been released for eons, every word dripping with malice.

"What kind of monster is he?!"

On the chessboard, several black pieces shattered silently—they were the ones Venerable Ming had accidentally crushed in his rage and trembling hands.

He cast a downward glance, his expression becoming even more ferocious; it turned out that all the shattered pieces were his own.

...Entrance to the Taihuang Battlefield.

On the other side of the bloody rift, Jiang Feng landed steadily.

Under his feet was a vast and boundless wasteland; overhead was a bottomless, dark red sky.

The air was permeated with a lingering, ancient, almost rotten battle intent, as if countless powerhouses had once fought to the death on this land.

Jiang Feng withdrew his right hand and flexed his fingers.

The terrifying 120 Jian attribute lay quietly dormant within his body, like a satiated giant beast.

He closed his eyes and sensed his state.

The Hunyuan Dao Fruit rotated slowly deep in his dantian, and with every rotation, a massive amount of world essence was purified, compressed, and purified again.

The Profound Meaning: Pangu Plunder emitted a dark golden glimmer in the talent bar, waiting quietly for the next hunt.

The progress bar for the 10th-turn mission was empty—0/10.

He needed to plunder and kill ten Hunyuan Supreme-level powerhouses.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes and glanced at the Taihuang Battlefield, which was said to be the core of the high-dimensional chessboard.

At the edge of the wasteland, huge figures were vaguely moving.

The aura emitted by those figures was many orders of magnitude stronger than the Three-Yuan Supreme he had blasted with one punch earlier.

Hunyuan Supreme-level.

The corners of Jiang Feng's mouth curled up slightly.

"The weather is nice."

He stepped into the depths of the wasteland, his tone casual and indifferent.

"Quick battle, quick decision. Once it's done, I'm going home to eat pork ribs."