384: Chapter 371 The Final Battle at Zixiao Palace

Lin Feng gripped the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe; the feeling of power surging within him made him want to roar at the sky.

He looked at the panic-stricken Three Pure Ones, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"You enjoyed beating me up earlier, didn't you?"

"You called me an ant earlier, didn't you?"

"Now, it's my turn."

Lin Feng made no fancy moves; he simply raised the axe with both hands and slashed down at the Void Realm before him.

"Heaven-Opening, First Form—Earth Splitting!"

This axe strike had no fluctuations of Spell power, only pure "Force."

The ultimate limit of Force is the Dao.

"Crack!"

Space shattered, and the Law collapsed.

The layers of defense set up by Laozi and Yuanshi combined were as fragile as a sheet of paper before this axe.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two loud bangs echoed.

The high and mighty Saint Taiqing and Saint Yuqing didn't even have time to scream before they were sent flying by this axe strike.

Their Saint bodies shattered in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood.

Although Saints are undying and indestructible and can instantly reform, this immense impact force blasted them out of the Dongsheng Divine Continent and slammed them deep into the Chaos outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

One axe strike, and the field was cleared.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Sect Leader Tongtian's hand holding the Qingping Sword was trembling.

He swallowed hard, looking at that figure like a demon god: "Is... is this the power our Teacher had back then?"

Lin Feng put away the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe and did not pursue.

He knew this was only the beginning.

He slowly looked up, his gaze piercing through layers of clouds and mist, looking toward the Thirty-Three Heavens, at that Zixiao Palace hidden within the Chaos.

That was the destination.

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun, I've already dealt with your guard dogs."

Lin Feng stomped his foot, and his entire body transformed into a long rainbow that tore through the heavens, shooting straight into the clouds.

"Next, it's your turn."

...

Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens · Chaos Void Realm.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lies the endless Chaos.

The gale winds here are enough to extinguish the Primordial Spirit of a Golden Immortal, and the Chaos Divine Thunder here can blast a Grand Unity Golden Immortal into dust.

For ordinary Immortals, this is a forbidden zone.

But at this moment, Lin Feng walked through the Chaos as if he were walking in his own backyard.

He was draped in the Luck of the Human Emperor and grasped the Dao rhythm of the Heaven-Opening.

With every step he took, the surrounding violent chaotic Qi currents automatically parted, even condensing into golden steps beneath his feet.

This is the dominance of "Force."

I do not adapt to the environment; I make the environment adapt to me.

Finally.

An ancient, gray, yet endlessly majestic palace appeared before his eyes.

Zixiao Palace.

The highest center of power in the Primordial World, the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao.

There were no guards here, no acolytes, only deathly silence.

The tightly closed doors were carved with mysterious Dao patterns, as if they had never been opened since ancient times.

"Open!"

Lin Feng hovered in front of the door, too lazy to knock.

He simply raised his leg, wrapped in the System's anti-gravity field and the power of the Heaven-Opening, and kicked it.

"Boom!"

That gate, which was said to be able to withstand a full-force strike from a Saint, burst open under Lin Feng's unreasonable kick, and one of the door panels even flew inside.

"Old man Hongjun! Your delivery is here! Come out and sign for it!"

Lin Feng strode into the hall, his voice echoing in the vast chamber.

The hall was empty, with no extra decorations, only those eternal lamps burning quietly.

On the high platform at the very back sat that old man in gray robes.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

He looked too ordinary, so ordinary that if thrown into a crowd, he wouldn't be found.

He didn't have the pressure of the Three Pure Ones, nor the Buddha light of the two Western Saints.

But as he sat there, that place was the center of the Universe, the source of truth.

"You have come."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.

There was no anger in his eyes, no surprise, and not even a ripple caused by the door being kicked away.

There was only the indifference one would have when looking at a lab mouse.

"You are faster than I expected."

"It seems the backup plan left by Pangu indeed has some tricks."

"That System is the artifact spirit of the Heaven-Opening Axe, isn't it?"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice was terrifyingly calm, as if everything were within his calculations.

Lin Feng strode to the front of the high platform, without any sense of reverence.

He waved his hand, conjuring a leather sofa, and sat down carelessly opposite Dao Ancestor Hongjun, crossing his legs.

"Old geezer, stop pretending to be profound."

Lin Feng took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit one, took a deep breath, and then blew the smoke ring toward Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The smoke ring drifted toward Dao Ancestor Hongjun but automatically dissipated three feet away from him.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun shook his head slightly, his tone flat: "Lin Feng, you still do not understand."

"You think that because you possess the System and a trace of Pangu's power, you can be Heaven-Defying?"

"What is Heaven?"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun raised his hand, pointing at the sky above, then pointing at Lin Feng.

"Heaven is the rules."

"It is the program that makes the sun rise in the east and set in the west, makes the rivers flow east, and keeps the cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death."

"And I am the writer of this program, as well as its maintainer."

"The System on you is nothing more than a piece of runaway virus code."

"You think you are resisting, but in reality, you are only destroying the stability of this world."

"If you are not cleared, the Primordial World will collapse, and all things will return to Chaos."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice carried a strange magic; it was the ultimate manifestation of the "Great Vow Spell," making one want to bow down in worship, want to agree with his viewpoint, and even want to commit suicide to apologize for the sake of this great goal.

If it were the Lin Feng of the past, he likely would have lost his composure long ago.

But the Lin Feng of now had a heart as firm as a rock.

"Forget it, stop trying to brainwash me."

Lin Feng flicked the cigarette ash and sneered, "It sounds nice, 'maintaining the program.'"

"In reality, you just want to take the whole server for yourself, and maybe even turn all the users into your NPCs, right?"

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun, you are not doing this for the sake of all living beings; you are doing it for yourself."

"You want to complete the Heavenly Dao and transcend the Great Dao, so you want to devour all variables."

"I am the thorn that makes you choke."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eyes finally flickered.

"Since you see through it so clearly, then I need not say more."

"For the sake of all living beings, please... die."

As Dao Ancestor Hongjun's last word fell, the space of the entire Zixiao Palace suddenly distorted.

There were no earth-shaking Spell light effects, only the purest rule erasure.

Lin Feng suddenly discovered that his body was beginning to become transparent.

His hands, his feet, and even the memories in his mind were disappearing rapidly.

This was not a physical attack, nor was it a Soul attack.

This was "Existence Erasure."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun did not need to fight; he was the administrator, and he could directly input a command in the backend to delete the file named "Lin Feng."

"Karma Law erasure? Interesting."