Chapter 1344: Small World Destroyer

"Alright, this place is done. I'll take you to the exit." Chu Feng lifted them, soaring like a brilliant comet, rapidly heading towards the exit.

At the same time, he controlled the Vajra Rake. The snow-white bracelet glowed, surrounded by countless Dao runes, like a turbulent sea of stars, then crashed down with a thunderous roar.

Chu Feng unleashed the ultimate energy of a Great God King, demonstrating the Vajra Rake's most terrifying power, forcefully striking deep into the secret realm. The outcome was horrifying.

Crack! This entire space was pierced through. The void here was originally capable of withstanding only the peak power of a God King. Now, a Great God King had erupted, like a scorching sun tearing through, directly penetrating the area.

Rumble! As the Vajra Rake swept across, lightning flashed and thunder roared, causing a massive collapse. Dazzling light erupted, and boundless energy surged.

This was truly the end of the world!

The entire pocket world was collapsing, heading towards destruction. Huge black cracks rapidly spread, and blinding energy beams coiled like silver dragons. A devastating explosion rocked the area.

Although Ying Wudi was being carried by Chu Feng, he saw clearly and felt it was utterly preposterous. Chu Feng had unleashed just one attack, and this secret realm was destroyed?

Wasn't this supposed to be a God King secret realm? Capable of enduring battles between God Kings!

Yet, it now appeared that under the invincible assault of a Great God King, a pocket world was obliterated, effortlessly and decisively!

Ying Zhexian was also stunned. Did a Great God King still count as a God King? Was this energy from the Heavenly Venerate realm? No, that shouldn't be possible; Heavenly-level energy breaks through mortal limitations.

Nevertheless, Chu Feng's attack was incredibly powerful, enough to look down on all God Kings across the heavens. It was an attack so overbearing that it would slay gods and Buddhas alike. Who could contend with such might?!

A tremendous wave surged in Ying Zhexian's heart. She felt that she had never truly grasped Chu Feng's ultimate potential. A single strike had dimmed mountains and rivers, eclipsed the sun and moon, as if reshaping the world.

Behind them, mountains collapsed, and the secret realm disintegrated, constantly exploding. Energy boiled, and even chaotic qi was unleashed, surging forward and rapidly pursuing them.

"Sleep now, forget the truth. This was caused by the two envoys using their ultimate techniques in battle!" Chu Feng spoke, passing his hand over the heads of Ying Zhexian and the others. He used the Sub-Immortal Clan's breathing technique to activate energy, employing a method to alter parts of their soul-light memories.

Ying Wudi's face was uncharacteristically pale as snow, not dark. He truly wanted to remember this moment; otherwise, if he were to encounter the Great Demon Chu in the future and foolishly try to prevent him from interacting with his sisters, it would be utterly futile and make him a laughingstock.

"Chu Feng, Big Brother Chu, I truly don't want to forget anything here. I want to remember you. Please leave me some traces and clues; don't completely erase everything, okay?"

Ying Xiaoxiao was on the verge of tears, her eyes brimming with sadness and reluctance. After years of separation, a true divide between life and death, they had finally met, only to part again. Could they ever reunite in the years to come?

She was uncertain and very afraid, for what enemies did Chu Feng face? Even the weakest adversaries were Heavenly Venerates!

Eventually, he would even encounter the Martial Maniac, which was destined to cause heaven and earth to crumble, a battle so fierce that the sky would bleed. Survival would be nearly impossible!

Given Chu Feng's character from the Lesser Netherworld, how could he willingly hide? He was destined to fight against the current, to directly confront any enemy, no matter how powerful!

"Chu Feng, please take care! You must live well!" Ying Xiaoxiao cried.

She knew that anything else was useless; he had already made his decision, and nothing could change it.

Chu Feng nodded.

At this moment, Ying Zhexian was silent and still. She gazed at Chu Feng quietly, her eyes deep, filled with sadness and sorrow. Finally, she whispered, "In this moment, I seem to see everything from the foreign land, all those past events, those experiences, truly surfacing as if I'm reliving them. And now, my memories are being erased again. The painful parting of the past... I understand now. Chu Feng... please take care!"

Chu Feng glanced at her, but paid no mind. Instead, he directly acted, severing and altering parts of their memories.

"When we meet again, I hope it will be a new beginning. If possible, I wish it wouldn't be like this..." Ying Zhexian said her final words. Her eyes were beautiful, sparkling with life, but then they closed in an instant.

Behind Chu Feng, a massive collapse continued. The space, already damaged and scarred by ancient prehistoric battles like a cracked piece of porcelain, was now completely erupting. Divine light surged, and countless law runes intertwined, creating a terrifying spectacle. It disintegrated all the way, like overwhelming, monstrous waves crashing and relentlessly pursuing Chu Feng.

The Vajra Rake could be seen churning, snow-white and radiant. Amidst the destructive aura, it remained completely unharmed. Throughout its journey, it was impacted by decrees and Dao symbols, making it appear even more crystal clear.

In such a cosmic catastrophe, it seemed to be tempered. The symbols of a collapsing world and destructive energies crashing against it were, in a way, a baptism.

At this moment, it resembled a vessel of the Great Dao, carrying various primordial symbols. Infinite rules and energies pressed upon it, causing it, despite being newly formed, to gradually transform from pristine and bright to ancient and natural, returning to simplicity and appearing even more intrinsic.

At this time, Chu Feng's body trembled intensely, resonating with the Vajra Rake. They reflected each other, jointly enduring this mysterious rune baptism.

He knew that this secret treasure had gained sentience and bore his unique mark. Even if others acquired it, they would find it difficult to control; it would belong exclusively to him!

This was the necessary path for ultimate artifacts: their sentience would become profound, bearing the indelible mark of a specific being, which could not be erased unless the artifact was destroyed.

Ultimately, more than half of the entire pocket world collapsed, a truly terrifying sight that shook the entire Three-Party Battlefield, sending shivers down the spines of millions of cultivators from various races.

In such a cataclysmic destruction, once caught in the vortex, who could survive apart from the Heavenly Clan?

In fact, even Heavenly Venerates would face severe problems if they were swept in and attempted to resist. This was the site of the Fourth Forbidden Land, where punitive orders were intertwined, which was why Heavenly Venerates dared not step into its secret realms.

"This... surely they aren't all dead, are they? A group of God Kings just went in. Did they engage in a bloody battle or a group fight?"

The Nine-Headed Birds were dumbfounded. Some of their God Kings, who were their core strength, had just entered. Were they all annihilated inside?

The Silver Dragons and Golden-Winged Yakshas were also stunned, cold all over. They too had veteran God Kings who entered. Were they just killed off and met a tragic end inside? It was too great a loss!

Chi Feng's hair stood on end. Excluding those in the outer regions, he was the only being to escape from the deepest part of the secret realm. He had always felt that Cao De was trouble. Had his deepest premonition of ill omen come true?

He didn't know whether to feel fortunate or terrified. Could a mere Great Saint cause such catastrophic consequences? He was simply a god of destruction!

However, while his heart ached and he mourned for his clan's elders, he also let out a long breath. That Cao De was finally dead, right? He wouldn't come out, would he?

Many others shared his thoughts, their expressions strange. All were Chu Feng's enemies, and many began to whisper.

"That Cao De, a Great Saint rarely seen in recent antiquity, actually died in there like that?"

"They all said he was connected to the First Mountain, but it turns out he was still cut short, hehe..."

Some sneered, others gloated, their hearts filled with excitement and exhilaration. In normal duels, they dared not harm Cao De, always fearing retaliation from the First Mountain. Although there were now rumors that Cao De was not truly a disciple of the First Mountain, most still dared not act rashly.

"Where are the envoys? Why haven't they come out? Their identities are incredibly important; they come from beyond the heavens. If anything happens to them, it will lead to immense disaster!"

At this moment, someone exclaimed in alarm, finally remembering the safety of the two envoys. A shiver ran down their spine.

Many felt awe. All the major sects and clans that had contact with powers from beyond the heavens felt uneasy, especially the Nine-Headed Birds, who had had dealings with them.

However, no one dared to rush over now. The pocket world was still undergoing a massive explosion, and various orders were dazzlingly bright, appearing as dense streaks of lightning within the spatial rifts, destroying everything.

Finally, silence fell. Seven or eight tenths of the pocket world had collapsed, with only the area near the exit remaining relatively intact. At this moment, some God Kings, pale-faced and utterly terrified, emerged in extreme disarray, their clothes tattered and their bodies covered in blood, having narrowly escaped death.

Chu Feng dropped the Ying siblings and the others not far from the secret realm's exit. He then put away the brilliant, Dao-natural Vajra Rake, reverted to his Great Saint form, and after a moment of recuperation, began to walk out.

Outside, chaos reigned. The God Kings who had survived were deeply terrified, having narrowly escaped disaster.

They were both relieved and trembling.

"Where are the envoys? They haven't come out. Did something truly happen to them? Does anyone know what occurred?"

Outside, someone shouted, extremely anxious, fearing responsibility and worrying that beings from beyond the heavens would descend with supreme might to demand answers.

"We don't know. We haven't found any trace of them. But it felt like someone was fighting a life-or-death battle in the deepest part of the secret realm, a heaven-shaking conflict. We sensed intense energy fluctuations; that aura was so terrifying it made us tremble, our soul-lights suppressed and shaking."

Someone responded, their face devoid of color, offering some clues.

"What about Cao De? Did he survive?" people from the Nine-Headed Birds, Golden-Winged Yakshas, Silver Dragons, and others asked, greatly concerned about him.

"Cough!"

At that moment, Chu Feng walked out, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled.