240: Chapter 239 The Foundation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal? Sorry, I only believe in miracles through sheer force!

The Nether Blood Sea has been a Forbidden Ground of the Three Realms since ancient times.

There is no sunlight here, only eternally surging crimson waves. The bursting of every wave is accompanied by the wails of countless vengeful spirits. What fills the air is not water vapor, but the stench of rotting corpses, thick enough to almost drip, and a dense bloody baleful Qi.

And today, this dead land, which has been silent for tens of thousands of years, welcomed a storm sufficient to shake the Nine Heavens.

"Rumble—"

Above the firmament, dark clouds as black as ink pressed down extremely low, as if within reach. Amidst those rolling ink clouds, a ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma Image was slowly condensing. It was a terrifying figure sitting atop a white bone lotus platform, with a green face and sharp fangs, long hair falling like a blood-red waterfall, and surrounded by hundreds of millions of vengeful souls and fierce ghosts.

This was precisely the Ghost Mother of the Nether's true Dharma Image! The pressure of an Early Stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal was released without reservation at this moment, like a physical Primordial Divine Mountain, pressing down firmly on that tiny human figure below.

"Lin Feng! You brat!"

The Ghost Mother's voice was sharp and piercing, like two rusted pieces of ten-thousand-year-old profound iron rubbing violently together, causing the waves of the blood sea within a ten-thousand-mile radius to explode. "A mere Golden Immortal dares to offend my Nether Ghost Market and kill the ghost generals under my command? Today, this seat shall let you know the might of a Grand Unity and the chasm that lies between us!"

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Scroll, open!"

With a shrill roar from the Ghost Mother, the void behind her suddenly tore open.

A pitch-black scroll that blotted out the sky slowly unfurled.

As soon as this scroll appeared, even the bloody winds of the blood sea stopped flowing. Within the scroll was not ink and wash painting, but a truly refined Avici Hell!

"Wooo—"

"Hee hee hee—"

Cries, laughter, screams, the sound of bones being chewed... countless scalp-numbing demonic sounds instantly filled the entire space. Immediately after, the scroll seemed to come alive, as millions of fierce ghosts rushed toward Lin Feng like a black flood from a burst dam, carrying the Nether Death Qi that corrodes the Divine Soul, decays the Physical Body, and defiles the true spirit.

This was not just a physical impact, but an illusory slaughter aimed directly at the Origin of the Divine Soul!

If it were an ordinary Golden Immortal, a single glance at that scroll would likely have shattered their Divine Soul into dust, turning them into a new vengeful spirit within the painting.

However.

At the peak of the blood waves, Lin Feng stood with his black robes fluttering. With his hands behind his back, his expression held not a trace of fear; instead, it carried a hint of... boredom?

He even took a moment to pick his ears.

"This is what you call Grand Unity heritage?" Lin Feng looked at the ghosts pouncing from the sky, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "All flash and no substance, setting it up like a horror movie set—who are you trying to scare?"

He didn't dodge or evade.

He didn't even raise the asura dragon-slaying blade in his hand.

"Seeking death!" Seeing this, the ferocity in the Ghost Mother's eyes surged. Her "Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Scroll" was a life-bound Grand Unity Immortal Artifact, containing a million fierce souls refined from an ancient battlefield, each fed with the resentment of the living beings of this world. Even a Buddhist Grand Unity with an "Indestructible Golden Body" wouldn't dare to withstand it with their Physical Body!

"Since you want to die, this seat will fulfill your wish! Devour him!"

Boom!

A torrent of black ghost Qi instantly swallowed Lin Feng completely.

Darkness, boundless darkness descended.

Lin Feng felt as if he were in an endless purgatory, surrounded by ghost claws reaching out to tear his flesh, and demonic sounds disturbing his mind. Those ghost Qis were like strong acid, frantically trying to drill into his pores and corrode his Meridians.

In the past, facing such an attack, Lin Feng might have had to draw his blade to hack out a path.

But now?

This Physical Body of his had been built up with countless critical hit points!

In an instant, a layer of brilliant golden light surfaced on Lin Feng's body.

That golden light was holy and grand, carrying an eternal quality that remained untainted through ten thousand tribulations.

The Nether Death Qi, which was enough to corrode top-grade Immortal Artifacts, hissed like snow meeting a red-hot iron upon contact with this layer of golden light. It was then forcibly refined into wisps of pure coolness that entered Lin Feng's body.

It felt like someone was giving him a massage with ice cubes in the middle of a scorching summer.

As for those ghost claws grabbing at him?

Lin Feng even narrowed his eyes comfortably and couldn't help but stretch in the darkness.

"Hmm... my left shoulder is a bit sore. You, the headless ghost, scratch a bit more to the left. Yes, right there... use some strength! Haven't you eaten?"

Lin Feng's voice passed through the layers of ghost Qi, reaching the outside world clearly and echoing in the Ghost Mother's ears.

The Ghost Mother, who was preparing to enjoy the sight of Lin Feng's miserable death, had the cruel smile on her face freeze instantly.

"What?!"

She widened her eyes in disbelief.

In the center of that dense, inseparable ghost Qi, the golden light not only didn't extinguish but grew brighter and brighter, even faintly emitting a surge of blood-qi power that made her heart palpitate.

"Impossible! This seat doesn't believe you can hold out forever! This is a Grand Unity Immortal Artifact!"

The Ghost Mother shrieked, completely panicked. She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of life-bound essence blood onto the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Scroll.

"Sacrifice blood to the souls, Ghost King descend! Kill!"

The scroll glowed with red light, and the chaotic ghost crowd suddenly parted. An "Ancient Ghost King" wearing tattered armor, standing a hundred feet tall and emitting the aura of a Half-step Grand Unity, crawled out from the painting.

It held a rusty executioner's blade and chopped down at Lin Feng's position!

This strike even carved black cracks into space, carrying a certain kill Karma lock.

"Now this is more like it."

In the darkness, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

Two beams of golden light, like searchlights, instantly pierced through the black mist and shot three thousand feet into the firmament!

He still didn't draw his blade.

For this kind of pure power competition, a blade was instead a burden.

Lin Feng took half a step back with his right foot, sank into a horse stance, and slowly clenched his right fist. The spinal dragon within his body emitted a thunderous bang, and the muscle lines of his entire body tightened perfectly at this moment, like a fully drawn divine bow.

There were no fancy fluctuations of Law.

There were no complex incantations or chants.

It was just pure—power!

"So-called techniques are all jokes in the face of absolute power."

Lin Feng roared and threw a punch!

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! No... it's Brute Force Miracles!"

Rumble—!!!

The moment this punch was thrown, the air in front was extremely compressed, forming a visible white high-pressure air cannon.

The originally thick and seemingly immovable torrent of ghost Qi was actually punched through, creating a vacuum channel ten thousand miles in diameter!

The fist-wind was like a dragon, overbearing and matchless, carrying a will that crushed everything as it collided directly with the Ghost King's executioner's blade.

"Crack!"

That executioner's blade, forged from ten-thousand-year-old Yin iron, was like it was made of glass, instantly shattering into dust.

Next were the Ghost King's arms, body, head...

That Half-step Grand Unity level Ghost King didn't even have time to scream before it was directly blown into a sky full of phosphorus fire by Lin Feng's simple and unadorned punch!

The momentum of the punch didn't diminish, like an angry golden dragon, it slammed hard into the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Parade Scroll" suspended in mid-air.

"Ripping—"

That Grand Unity Immortal Artifact, which made countless Immortals tremble with fear, was actually punched through with a large hole!

"Pfft!"

With her life-bound Immortal Artifact damaged and her soul connected to it, the Ghost Mother of the Nether felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face turned pale instantly, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"This... this is your Grand Unity heritage?"

As the dust settled, Lin Feng took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing a hundred feet in front of the Ghost Mother.

He cracked his neck with a series of pops, his gaze so ferocious he looked more like a Devil Head than the Ghost Mother.

"If it's only this level of 'scratching' service..."

Lin Feng grinned, revealing a set of forest-white teeth. "Then today, you'll have to become my experience pack."