95: Chapter 95 Breaking Through Illusion! Slaying the Demonic Inner Force

Jiang Feng stepped forward, his figure merging into the dark purple chaotic mist.

The void ruins receded like a receding tide.

The sensation under his feet sank; it was no longer the weightless void, but cold, hard soil.

His vision instantly zoomed out.

A sense of extreme desolation and tragedy slammed into him, as if it were tangible.

This was not a ruin or wreckage.

This was a living, bleeding ancient battlefield.

The sky looked as if it were soaked in thick blood.

The earth was cracked, and lava raged.

Jiang Feng stood on a precipice, looking down.

Hundreds of millions of Ancient ancestors were running and wailing on the ground.

They were clad in animal skins, holding bronze spears and axes.

Their formidable physical bodies, originally capable of moving mountains and filling seas, were now covered in terrifying, bone-deep cracks.

Above the firmament, that huge "comet" was slowly pressing down with a posture that crushed everything.

The colorless holy light, carrying cold, bone-chilling high-dimensional order, forcibly cut off the circulation of spiritual energy in this world.

Not far from the high cliff, an old man with disheveled hair knelt before a broken altar, the ancient tortoise shell in his hands instantly shattering into powder.

That was Fuxi, the ancestor of humanity who had not yet turned into a remnant soul.

Fuxi's eyes wept blood as he pointed at the crashing comet and roared, every word dripping with blood.

"This is not a natural disaster! This is the military blade of the Upper Heavens! This holy light is not an object of the star domain, it is a butcher's knife smashed down by the Upper Heavens!"

As soon as his voice fell, thousands of huge cross-shaped openings cracked open on the surface of the "comet".

The Haotian Clan had descended.

There were no pre-war declarations, no divine mercy.

Tens of millions of silver-armored creatures stepped out of the cracks.

They only had cold faceplates on their faces, holding battle spears flowing with high-dimensional energy, like cold cleaners, charging into the vanguard of the ancestors.

A dimension-reduction massacre that made absolutely no sense officially began.

Silver light flashed.

Hundreds of Ancient powerhouses had their heads sent flying into the sky before they could even sacrifice their magical treasures.

The scalding blood poured backward into the sky like a waterfall, dyeing the clouds a piercing purple-black.

An Ancient War God holding a giant axe roared and broke through the sound barrier, splitting a silver warship with one axe.

But just a second later, a rule-based spear thrown from a great height pierced his chest, pinning him firmly onto a ten-thousand-foot holy mountain.

The holy mountain collapsed, and the War God fell.

On the ground, the old, the weak, women, and children were ruthlessly trampled.

The battle formation of the Haotian Clan was like a meat grinder; every inch they advanced left a trail of severed limbs and broken arms.

This absolute crushing of realms caused the once prosperous high-martial cultivation civilization of Blue Star to verge on extinction within a short half-hour.

Despair spread like a plague.

Until, high above the heavens, five-colored divine light suddenly appeared.

Nuwa, with a human head and snake body, emerged in mid-air.

She looked at the tragic carnage below, her eyes filled with extreme compassion and resolve.

She did not flee.

She forcibly mobilized the last remaining core source of Blue Star, the five-colored divine stone melting violently in her palm.

In order to preserve the last spark of her race for this world.

Nuwa used her divine body as a furnace, sacrificing herself for righteousness!

Her divine body disintegrated piece by piece, turning into the vast power of patching the sky, forcibly sealing the giant opening in the firmament where the enemies were crazily pouring in.

Subsequently, Nuwa dissipated her last divine soul.

On the most remote and desolate nameless mountain range in the lower realm—the peak of Kunlun in later generations—she forcibly carved out a Road to Heaven with her flesh and blood.

Carrying endless resentment, she stepped into the Upper Heavens alone, using herself as a lure to forcibly drag most of the Upper Heavens' fury away from Blue Star.

The scene fast-forwarded rapidly before Jiang Feng's eyes.

The *Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness West Classic* records: "There are ten gods, named the intestines of Nuwa, who transformed into gods, residing in the wilderness of Liguang, lying across the road."

Before leaving, Nuwa's divine soul fragments transformed into ten divine humans, lying across the road to protect it.

She molded earth to create humans, carving a heavy name for the newborns on this ruin.

Huaxia.

She exhausted her heart's blood, just to wait for the day when this bloodline, carrying the ancient legacy, could completely overturn this chessboard in this data cage suppressed by dimension reduction.

The scene ended abruptly, and all light and shadow shattered like bubbles.

Jiang Feng still stood quietly deep in the Divine Court Ruins.

He let out a long breath of turbid air.

The boiling murderous aura in his chest calmed down slightly, replaced by a deep sense of gravity.

Myths were never bedtime stories for children; they were histories of blood and tears written by ancestors with their lives.

Nuwa sacrificed herself to protect her descendants; this pure tragedy, even for someone as cold and stern as Jiang Feng, could not help but shake his heart.

A sense of weight settled in.

Jiang Feng composed his mind and continued to move forward.

He didn't walk far before the mist quietly dissipated.

On the vast gray plain ahead, a figure stood with its back to him.

Just by standing there, the pressure emitted from its body caused the surrounding space to continuously collapse and annihilate.

Jiang Feng was too familiar with this aura.

648 trillion base four-dimensional stats, plus a 160,000-fold absolute multiplier.

Exactly the same.

Not even a single strand of hair's worth of data was different.

The figure slowly turned around.

The two stood opposite each other across the bank.

In an instant, two terrifying forces of absolute origin collided violently!

The earth was split open like a blade, creating a bottomless abyss.

Inside the abyss, illusory river water surged out, turning into two majestic long rivers, flowing incessantly between the two, stirring up ten-thousand-foot waves.

That was the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.

The figure raised its head.

Facial features, expression, and even the coldness emanating from his bones were exactly the same as Jiang Feng's.

He spoke above the surging river water: "Look at this ancestral water that nurtures Huaxia. If you can kill me here today, you will have the qualification to face the World King. If you cannot, you are not even worthy of being a shooting star."

Jiang Feng's eyes turned cold.

Even the voice line was exactly the same.

He did not open his mouth to ask nonsense like "Who do you think you are?"

Having experienced the baptism of eight thousand flying swords, he knew exactly what kind of trick this was.

Heart Demon Illusion.

Any conventional physical or mental illusion would be instantly crushed in front of a 160,000-fold absolute multiplier.

Only the Heart Demon was an exception.

Because it was a 100% perfect mirror image of his own panel.

The Heart Demon did not talk nonsense.

The moment the tail of the sentence fell, he moved.

No charging, no opening stance.

The Heart Demon stepped directly through the water curtain of the long river, his fist wrapped in a dark golden origin storm, smashing straight at Jiang Feng's face!

Jiang Feng did not dodge or avoid it either, ferocious light appearing in his eyes, raising his hand for a direct counter-attack.

"Boom!"

The two fists ground tightly against each other.

There was no leakage of air waves, nor any expansion of sound waves.

The real damage at the ten-thousand-quadrillion level collided violently, crushing each other, directly causing the underlying rules of space within a radius of 100,000 li to completely crash.

This range was enough to reach from Earth to Mars orbit, far exceeding the long distance between the Earth and the Moon.

The void disintegrated on the spot into dense pixel fragments.

The world barrier overhead was torn into terrifying, hideous cracks like spider webs.

From the very first second, this fight completely broke the combat system.

Looking at the Upper Heavens with its level-nine worldview, this was also a world-destroying collision between top-tier Dao Source-level powerhouses.

The energy barrier of the ruins could not carry this kind of endless numerical explosion.

Jiang Feng backhanded and drew the [staff of universal collapse].

A colorful light flashed in the Heart Demon's hand, and he also drew an identical seven-colored staff.

"Ten Thousand Dragon Incarnation!" Jiang Feng shouted coldly.

His figure suddenly swelled, turning into a ten-thousand-foot-long dark golden dragon.

That was a terrifying height equivalent to ten Mount Everests stacked together; a swing of its body could span an entire province, truly a giant of mountains and seas.

The Heart Demon changed synchronously.

Two Ancient Ancestral Dragons, whose sizes blotted out the sky and sun, fought crazily in the star domain ruins.

Dragon claws tore through dimensions, dragon breaths poured onto each other.

Jiang Feng used a Dragon Tail Swipe, shattering half of the Heart Demon's body on the spot, dealing tens of thousands of quadrillions in forced true damage.

But the next second, green light flashed frantically above the Heart Demon's head.

Blood regeneration, health bar instantly refilled!

The intact Heart Demon backhanded a breath of Ancestral Dragon breath, burning through Jiang Feng's dragon body.

Jiang Feng's dead-angle-free recovery triggered simultaneously, his flesh and skin stitching instantly.

Turning back into human form, they continued to exchange waves.

Jiang Feng invoked the [Codex of All Creation], manipulating spatial matter into billions of invisible blades, mincing the Heart Demon into meat paste.

In the state of meat paste, the Heart Demon ignored physical laws to reorganize, directly using the ultimate move [Great Thousand Shuttle], sticking to his face and throwing out a 100-star [Chaos Supreme Treasure] causality-law shock kill!

Jiang Feng did not dodge or avoid it, taking the shock kill head-on. The moment his health bar was emptied, the invincible mechanism triggered, forcibly locking his health for a counterattack.

The two were crazily spamming basic attacks in the void.

Every second erupted with damage judgments at the tens of thousands of quadrillions level, pouring out crazily, repeatedly crushing.

Fighting until the underlying logic crashed, fighting until the spatial energy dried up.

Neither could kill the other.

The same health-locking mechanism, the same damage immunity resistance, the same infinite mana bar.

Once an ultimate move was released, it would inevitably cancel the other out.

This was not fighting; these were two numerical monsters stuck with an invincible bug, farming damage against each other!

After several hours of crazy fighting, the surrounding ruins had been beaten into an absolute, silent vacuum.

Jiang Feng stopped.

He put away his staff and hovered in the void, looking coldly at the Heart Demon opposite, who was also putting away his weapon and panting slightly.

Comparing stats, fighting for another ten thousand years would be in vain.

Jiang Feng stared into the Heart Demon's eyes, his gaze calm and transparent, seeing through this layer of falsehood.

"I originally had no intention of ascending to heaven."

Jiang Feng spoke lightly, his voice vibrating in the vacuum, "It is this world that forced me to draw my sword."

Just in this half-second window of world-element emptiness as he spoke.

The Heart Demon opposite suddenly displayed an extremely weird expression on his face.

Black light flared deep in his eyes!

A spiritual rule that did not belong to Jiang Feng at all, extremely evil, savagely burrowed into his brow.

The scene before his eyes blurred instantly.

The void receded, the long river broke its flow.

His senses were dragged down hard by a strong sense of weightlessness, falling rapidly.

"Bang!"

Severe, dull pain.

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

Jiang Feng lost all perception of power.

Whatever 648 trillion four-dimensional stats, whatever 160,000-fold multipliers, they were all formatted.

He had been reduced to a mortal who couldn't even truss a chicken.

His consciousness struggled to coalesce.

Before his eyes lay an asphalt road soaked through by cold rain.

Blood.

Large pools of viscous, warm blood spread across the road, reflecting the alternating red and blue police lights in the puddles.

The piercing sirens, the burnt smell of tires screeching against the asphalt, and the frantic screams of the crowd drilled straight into his ears.

His past life—the scene of the car accident that had directly claimed his life.

Jiang Feng lay sprawled in the pool of blood like a ragdoll.

His internal organs felt as if they had been repeatedly crushed by a meat grinder.

His vision gradually lost focus, and blood foam bubbled out of his mouth unconsciously.

"First aid kit! Hurry! Everyone else, back off!"

A soaking wet policewoman came sprinting through the blood-stained water.

She slammed one knee into the muddy water, pressing her hands tightly against the carotid artery in Jiang Feng's neck, her voice distorted by extreme anxiety.

"Don't sleep! Did you hear me? Open your eyes and look at me! The ambulance is almost here!"

Jiang Feng watched the rain drip from the brim of the policewoman's cap onto his face.

He wanted to open his mouth, but his lungs couldn't produce a single sound.

Over the policewoman's shoulder, he saw a young mother at the street corner, clutching her little girl's eyes shut, her face full of terror.

Cold.

An extreme chill seeped from his toes all the way into his bone marrow.

His vitality was draining away frantically.

The most primal fear humans face when confronting death completely engulfed him.

His vision contracted into a small black dot, and his hearing detached.

Finally, his consciousness completely shattered, falling into an endless abyss.

In this silence.

There was no gaming system, no magical light effects, no one at all.

Only death itself.

Great Wuwang Space, striking directly at the law of fear.

Jiang Feng's soul sank into the black water.

Fear manifested as tangible, thorny vines, strangling his neck.

His near-death subconscious was frantically coaxing him: "Give up. Close your eyes and fall asleep, and it won't hurt anymore."

"No..."

In the absolute darkness, Jiang Feng forcibly held onto a sliver of remaining clarity.

"I have already died once."

"If I don't go back, who will carry the burden for that family?"

He bit through the tip of his tongue violently.

The illusory, intense pain frantically stimulated his neurons.

Even in this land of death, he had to stand tall and pierce the heavens!

Suddenly, the thick black curtain was forcibly torn open by a glaring ray of warm sunlight.

In his ears came the crisp sound of a spatula scraping an iron wok, along with the familiar roar of an old range hood.

"Feng'er, are you up yet?"

A slightly hoarse but gentle voice that made his heart tremble drifted over.

It was Liu Cuilan.

In this life, she was the mother who gave him all her partiality.

Jiang Feng opened his eyes abruptly.

What met his eyes was that small, yet spotless, old bedroom.

Sunlight shone through the gaps in the old curtains, hitting the desk just right.

Liu Cuilan, wearing a faded apron, pushed the door open, holding a plate of fried eggs that were still sizzling with oil.

She looked at Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, and smiled, her wrinkles bunching up at the corners of her eyes.

"What are you sitting there like a fool for? You did well on your junior high graduation exams today. Didn't Mom tell you? I'm making an exception and not working overtime today. As a reward, I'm taking you out to a restaurant to have a good meal!"

Jiang Feng stared fixedly at that weather-beaten face.

Memories flooded back.

In his past life, he was a weed that grew up in a cold orphanage.

He could never forget being pinned into the mud and kicked mercilessly by older kids over half a piece of moldy bread.

And he could never forget swallowing his own blood when they called him an "unwanted bastard."

He had learned cruelty early on, wrapping himself tightly in thick, hard ice.

Until he transmigrated into this digitized cage.

Jiang Jianguo and Liu Cuilan.

A pair of ordinary husband and wife struggling at the bottom, who poured the purest, most unreserved love entirely onto him.

The white porridge at the perfect temperature in the morning, the pocket money Old Jiang would secretly stuff into his schoolbag after work, soaked in sweat.

These trivial, inconspicuous things had, bit by bit, warmed the wasteland of Jiang Feng's childhood, making spring flowers bloom.

Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly burned.

His iron heart, forged over two lifetimes, completely collapsed in the face of this plate of fried eggs.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Mom."

This was the first time in both his lives combined that he had shouted this word from the deepest part of his soul, without any defenses.

Liu Cuilan froze for a moment, wiped her hands indiscriminately on her apron, her eyes turning red, and she leaned over to ruffle his short hair: "You little rascal, you've learned to be sentimental today."

The warmth from above was rough yet real.

It was too real.

But it was precisely this fatal sense of reality that caused Jiang Feng's dust-covered spiritual platform to instantly erupt with a flash of clarity that pierced the firmament!

The fragility and attachment in his eyes were swept away, instantly freezing into endless violence and murderous intent.

He knew very well where this was.

Great Wuwang Space!

It used his most real, most vulnerable memories as bait.

As long as he dared to indulge in this tenderness for even a second, his soul would be directly formatted, forever left here as a vegetable.

"Everything is an illusion; only my heart remains as unyielding as iron!"

Jiang Feng stood up abruptly.

With one kick, he shattered the illusion before him.

He raised his head and roared sternly: "Get out!"

"I am going back to Blue Star!"

This roar carried no mana bar, no added attributes.

It was purely an extreme crushing of will that transcended dimensions!

The sound wave, like a blade tearing through primordial chaos, went "boom" and directly sliced through the cozy bedroom before him, sliced through Liu Cuilan's face, and hacked the entire law barrier of the Great Wuwang Space into pieces!

"Crack!"

The entire illusion, like cheap glass, crumbled inch by inch.

His consciousness was forcibly reconnected to his physical body.

Jiang Feng stood quietly in the ruins of the relic.

His eyes were clear, cold as ice and frost.

In front, that Heart Demon, which looked exactly like him, had its features twisted, filled with extreme terror.

Its body was dissipating with the wind, like burnt paper ash.

The Tribulation of Entrapment?

Hilarious.

Physically shattered it directly.

...

Meanwhile.

Above the infinite higher dimensions.

The Mortal World has stars; the Transcendent enters the Heavens; and the ultimate end for all dimensional beings is the Chaos Realm, the Primordial Chaos, and that indescribable Immeasurable Holy Mountain.

The Heavens have nine levels in total, from low to high:

Mortal World: Planet, Star Region, Star Sea

Transcendent: Great World, Heavenly World, Origin World

Ultimate: Chaos Realm, Primordial Chaos, Immeasurable Holy Mountain.

The higher the level, the larger the world and the stronger the power.

Each level can contain countless lower worlds.

At this moment.

In the boundless chaos, even deeper than the Origin World.

The Realm King hovered cross-legged.

His Dharma body was even larger than ten thousand Star Seas stacked together.

Chaotic nebulae flowed around him like invisible specks of dust.

He closed his eyes, meditating.

"Hoo—"

The Realm King exhaled a long, drawn-out breath.

This light breath directly stirred up a world-destroying storm within the chaos.

Tens of thousands of lower spaces were forcibly evaporated by the breath.

A jet-black turbid energy was expelled from his body along with the breath.

The turbid energy fell into the chaos, frantically devouring energy.

After a scalp-numbing series of bone-cracking sounds, hundreds of evil entities clad in black armor, radiating terrifying pressure, were born out of thin air.

The waste gas casually expelled by the Realm King, if brought down to the lower realms, would all be World Lord-level big bosses in charge of star regions!

"Gaga ga..."

An evil entity with a green face and fangs twisted its neck frantically, its eyes full of madness: "We are the new sovereigns!"

"Each of us shall take over a Great World! We will sweep away all disobedient lands for the Realm King!"

Hundreds of World Lord-level evil entities roared, violently tearing through the void barrier, turning into a black torrent as they scattered to slaughter across the Heavens.

The Realm King didn't even lift an eyelid.

This trash wasn't even worthy of consuming his Realm Essence.

His ambition was aimed directly at the highest throne that transcended the peak of all laws—the Immeasurable Holy Mountain.

The void beside him trembled slightly.

The silver-robed messenger Mo Yuan appeared, kneeling on one knee, his posture extremely humble.

Mo Yuan's body surged with two violent Great Dao laws—Space and Destruction—as he looked up at the Realm King with fanatical eyes.

"Mo Yuan."

A grand voice, completely devoid of emotional fluctuation, boomed within the chaos.

"How is the matter I entrusted to you going?"

Mo Yuan knocked his head heavily against the void, respectfully reporting: "Reporting to the Realm King. The anomaly Jiang Feng from the abandoned data realm has already taken the bait you scattered and stepped deep into the Divine Court Ruins."

His eyes were full of malice: "The trap I set is the Great Wuwang Space. Even if he can act as a numerical freak and abuse bugs in the lower realm, as long as he is still human and has seven emotions and six desires, once trapped in the Wuwang for thousands of jing years, he won't be able to turn things around."

"By the time you ascend to the Immeasurable Holy Mountain, even if he crawls out, he won't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder."

The Realm King did not open his eyes.

But on that face, cold and hard as ancient star rock, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It was the ultimate contempt of a high-dimensional god looking at an insect.

"I thought it was some massive variable."

The Realm King's voice was filled with extreme boredom. "Among the thousands of lower races, this Huaxia bloodline is actually somewhat capable of enduring. Dying in your Great Wuwang Space, he can be considered a slightly larger ant."

"Go. Keep an eye on Blue Star. Once Nüwa's remnants are all dead, uproot the last of Blue Star's foundations."

"As you command!"

Mo Yuan received the order and was about to rise and retreat.

However.

Just the second after the Realm King finished acting cool.

The Realm King's divine soul, which had not rippled for eternity, palpitated without warning.

That law-causal line that was tightly biting onto the Great Wuwang Space.

With a crisp "snap."

It broke.

It broke cleanly and decisively, without leaving even a trace of residue behind.