Chapter 480: Nine Deaths Finally Achieved

Under the vast sky, one hundred vibrantly colored celestial bodies stretched across the high heavens above the altar, forming a line as if they had existed there eternally.

Some were as crimson as blood, some verdant and full of vitality, and others radiated a dominant purple glow. Though they appeared only the size of millstones, they all exuded terrifying auras, as if capable of crushing the entire universe.

Chu Feng looked up, enduring immense pressure. As the colorful radiance of the hundred celestial bodies entered his sight, their formidable might bore down on him, making it impossible to look directly at them.

A true Reflection of the Heavens!

In the universe, the top hundred planets with the richest energy are home to the most powerful evolvers, who cast their reflections across all realms, worshipped by all races, thus performing the ritual of heaven worship.

Seeing Chu Feng look up like this, those below naturally followed his gaze, but quickly lowered their heads, daring not to stare for long.

Some followers of the Divine Son and Saintess, unaware of the danger, gazed for a few moments longer, and immediately their foreheads cracked, their spirits withered, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Others bled from all seven orifices, trembled uncontrollably, and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"This is a place of heaven worship; who dares to be disrespectful and scrutinize the heavens? Beware of your body disintegrating and your mind collapsing!" Yuwen Feng shouted, warning his knights.

In fact, most major life-bearing planets have places for heaven worship, but ordinary people cannot approach them, and servants are not qualified to be near the altar.

Chu Feng gazed intently as fine threads of starlight descended, unimpeded, directly penetrating his body—unlike any other starlight!

In fact, the hundred celestial bodies in the sky were not real; they were reflections of various realms, manifestations.

They were too extraordinary, high above, illuminating all realms, reaching everywhere, and unstoppable.

However, when the starlight entered Chu Feng's body, the silent black and white millstone began to slowly turn, absorbing and grinding away all the starlight.

Most importantly, this was a land of abandonment.

If this were another planet, a place of heaven worship, once gazed upon, dense, liquid-like starlight would descend, causing all beings to tremble in fear and involuntarily prostrate themselves in worship.

Chu Feng endured it; the black and white millstone inside him rotated, not very quickly, while he intently observed the hundred celestial bodies. This was his goal.

They weren't just star worlds; within each, indistinct beings stood—these were the true sources of terror!

For instance, within a millstone-sized, blood-red celestial body, chaos permeated, and a woman stood, a sky-halberd held horizontally before her, suppressing all heavens.

Within another celestial body, a knight sat atop a fearsome beast; beneath its iron hooves lay a collapsing starfield, and its front hooves had directly trampled through a life-bearing planet.

All of this was blurred, the images indistinct, but they struck awe into people's hearts.

In yet other celestial bodies, the beings remained motionless, but their gazes seemed capable of severing space and time, shaking past and present!

In short, these hundred celestial bodies were all too mysterious, even eerie, making one afraid to look directly, provoking shivers and waves of terror.

This was Chu Feng's objective: to create an unrivaled painting. Was there anything more terrifying than these hundred celestial bodies? If the hundred most powerful beings, reflecting the heavens, became part of his painting, it would truly be unimaginable.

However, he was also worried that this painting was too defying of natural order; if he made even one mistake, his body would disintegrate, his spirit would be extinguished, and he would perish instantly.

This was not a joke; his life was at stake.

A grand concept isn't necessarily the best, because many attempts simply court death, as they cannot withstand the pressure, leading to their own disintegration.

He was confident enough to break free from all his shackles, but when faced with the actual task, he still felt a sense of unease.

Otherwise, if some unrivaled "paintings" in the universe were public knowledge, why had so few people successfully emulated them? The reason lay precisely here.

However, he was ready to create his painting; he had decided on this path and would not change it!

White mist billowed from Chu Feng's mouth and nose as he circulated his breathing technique, adjusting himself to the most enlightened state, preparing to sketch his magnificent painting.

Below the altar, a figure approached Chen Rong and whispered, "Miss, preparations are almost complete. Several ancient field-array artifacts have been arranged, creating a killing zone, just waiting for Chu Feng to leave the altar!"

At this moment, Zhu Wuque also received a report: The strange feather he brought was now being watered by everyone's fresh blood. It was dripping crimson, having absorbed enough vital essence, ready to kill!

"Saintess, 108 flying halberds are ready and can be thrown at any moment to launch a devastating attack!" Li Feng's follower also reported secretly.

Someone also reported to Yuwen Feng, saying, "Divine Son, the battle formation that the Starry Sky Knights used to sweep across the world has been set up. Our vital energy can be condensed into one at any moment to kill!"

Divine Sons and Saintesses would normally never be this cautious; they would just kill the enemy directly without any elaborate preparations, but today they had to take it seriously.

Seeing Chu Feng sketch unrivaled paintings several times, although he ultimately abandoned them, it still made them frown. "What if he actually succeeds, even if it's a one in ten thousand chance?" they wondered. It would be very troublesome.

On the altar, a sharp glint flashed in Chu Feng's eyes as his spiritual energy surged to its peak. He had begun.

Before him, a mount appeared, trampling one life-bearing planet after another. The sight was terrifying, exuding an aura that dominated heaven and earth, striking terror into observers.

"Hmm, he's started?" the Saintess Zihluan remarked, "He truly is a crude native, so rough and overbearing. This painting is quite wild!"

Saintess Zihluan's red lips slightly curled as she spoke. In fact, her heart pounded, feeling that the ferocious beast was so terrifying it seemed about to leap out of the void and charge directly at her!

While the Divine Sons and Saintesses were somewhat unaffected, their servants all felt their hearts tremble, feeling immense pressure. The painting inherently suppressed its surroundings, creating a suffocating sensation.

"Hah!"

Yuwen Feng exhaled softly. He had truly feared Chu Feng would sketch page after page of golden scriptures, for such wordless heavenly texts were the origin of his clan's imitations.

Other Divine Sons and Saintesses also relaxed slightly, because, at least, this single ferocious beast image had not been seen in any renowned unrivaled paintings, so there was no need to be wary.

Zhu Wuque said coldly, "Since he has already begun, he will surely be focused. If external forces suddenly interfere, do you think something unexpected might happen?!"

"Feasible!" Prince Qi Yu of Great Qi nodded.

Lieshan, Yuan Kun, and others grinned, revealing their pearly white teeth in agreement.

On the altar, Chu Feng had stopped and appeared to be deep in thought. This made those below pause instantly. Interfering now would be meaningless; it would be best to strike at a crucial moment.

Clang, clang, clang!

However, the next moment, four Dragon-Locking Stakes appeared, arranged in the far distance. A dense mist immediately rose, obscuring everyone's perception and sight.

This made the group clench their fists. He was prepared!

Chu Feng did not dare to place the Dragon-Locking Stakes nearby, because with the Domain Suppressing Seal present, the field would be suppressed and rendered useless.

He did this not only to guard against interference from those below, but also to conceal heavenly secrets and prevent people on the Primal Beast Platform from watching.

This was his painting; although he wasn't afraid of imitation, it was not yet suitable for it to be known by all, because something major could happen!

What he was going to paint—the top one hundred strongest planets, containing powerful beings who reflected the heavens—was highly taboo. If he truly succeeded, those he depicted might try to kill him.

The Reflection of the Heavens, the top one hundred, generally would not tolerate being reduced to mere background elements!

On the Primal Beast Platform, it was indeed chaotic. People could no longer see, only the scenery outside the altar.

After Chu Feng obscured everyone's view, he began to refine his painting. A figure appeared on the back of the ferocious beast he had just drawn—a terrifying knight, trampling the starfield!

Next, a celestial body enveloped the knight and the mount, condensing all the previous imagery within it!

Chu Feng continued to paint.

A woman, looking down on the sea of stars, a sky-halberd held horizontally before her, suppressing all heavens!

Then, she was also enveloped by a celestial body, all imagery condensed within it.

Boom!

Outside the altar, thunder rumbled. The sky was clear, with no dark clouds, yet sudden thunder struck from nowhere.

At this, many people's hair stood on end. What did this mean? It made them uneasy.

Chen Rong, Qi Yu, Zihluan, Zhu Wuque, and others, all changed color. Could it be caused by Chu Feng?

If the thunder was truly caused by this, what kind of world-shaking painting had Chu Feng created? They all frowned, desperately hoping this wasn't the case.

As time passed, thunder appeared intermittently, rumbling from beyond the sky, but it was very strange, as it never descended.

"Was this really caused by that fiend? Is the painting he's sketching so defying of natural order?"

"No, look," someone said, "the thunder is rumbling elsewhere, far from the altar. It might not be him who caused it. It's highly likely that the place of heaven worship has been disturbed, and some taboo existence that reflects the heavens is displeased!"

They speculated, a shadow of gloom settling in their hearts.

On the altar, Chu Feng coughed up blood. He had sketched over a dozen celestial bodies in one go—some crimson as blood, some radiating world-shaking purple light, some verdant like a forest sea… all vibrantly colored.

Most importantly, each planet contained beings, all exuding terrifying auras.

Chu Feng's face was pale. Painting like this was literally writing with his life, using his lifeblood as paper, his spiritual soul power as paint, consuming both his physical form and spirit.

The consequences were too severe!

Chu Feng's back exploded, and huge blood holes appeared. Perhaps from the unbearable pressure, or perhaps a karmic retribution or punishment from the unknown, he nearly died instantly!

He deeply understood why many unparalleled geniuses had fallen in this evolutionary domain: because their ambition was too great, wanting to sketch unrivaled paintings, but ultimately sacrificing themselves.

When the thunder sounded, Chu Feng was startled; he sensed it. But in the end, the heavenly thunder did not descend. He knew why: This was a place of heaven worship, where no evil could invade, and all gods retreated.

Even the thunder was blocked, unable to fall.

Because here, there were vivid, millstone-sized planets. Even if this place was abandoned, it still held an inexplicable Dao charm and supreme rules that forbade its destruction.

Chu Feng was worried. Would he be submerged by lightning when he left this area? Perhaps if enough time passed, he would escape it.

However, he couldn't be distracted now; it was better to continue painting. His painting was too defying of natural order; if he truly succeeded, he would consider it a genuinely unrivaled painting!

When he drew the thirty-sixth celestial body, Chu Feng staggered, and his face grew even paler.

It was a being, contained within a golden sun, illuminating all heavens, its aura utterly terrifying.

In the subsequent drawing, a bloody hole burst open on Chu Feng's chest. This was the price. He was already suffering intense suppression; this painting was too world-shaking, and he himself could barely endure it.

He couldn't stand firm and tumbled onto the altar. His life energy was almost severed!

This was taking his life!

After a moment, he recovered, stood up again, and his life force surged once more.

Painting like this was truly risking his life; with flesh and blood as paper, and spirit as paint, if he made the slightest mistake, his form and spirit would be ignited along with the painting, burning to ashes!

Chu Feng's eyes were sharp. He wanted to create an unrivaled painting, but he also didn't want to cut off his own path to life because of it.

He had read various ancient notes given to him by Lin Qi and knew how to avoid pitfalls. At the Carefree level, paintings created in this realm could be continuously refined; they were not achieved overnight.

An unrivaled painting—who would dare to achieve perfection in one go? That would be courting death!

However, Chu Feng felt he could still endure. He could bear it for a while longer and continue sketching.

With several more "drawings," the number of celestial bodies increased.

Next, golden paper appeared, rotating around a being, which Chu Feng then covered with a celestial body, containing it within!

When this celestial body appeared beside Chu Feng, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and his body burst open in several places, nearly disintegrating. Blood holes, visible from front to back, appeared, and even his glabella was bleeding; his face was extremely grim.

After a long time, he regained his senses, struggling to return from the gates of hell, back to the world of the living.

Next, Chu Feng continued to paint. After several more celestial bodies, chaos appeared, and in a pond, several green lotuses rustled and grew, with a person sitting cross-legged beside them.

Chu Feng's body convulsed violently, his body nearly split in half, terrifying wounds stretched from his glabella to his abdomen, and blood poured out.

By this point, Chu Feng had fully depicted fifty celestial bodies, but he himself was almost destroyed, nearly dying multiple times. If he continued, he would surely die!

The Buddhist clan's supreme energy body, the "Six-Zhang Golden Body," was actually also an unrivaled painting. When it was first created, it took many years to complete, only requiring subsequent refinements.

Chu Feng sighed; he could only stop here. He couldn't continue with detailed depictions.

He suddenly continued painting, sketching out the remaining fifty celestial bodies in one breath, but without truly detailed rendering; they were all vague. Only their general outlines appeared!

Thus, his unrivaled painting was initially formed!