Chapter 569: Invincible Magic

The Heavenly Vine had lush, dark golden leaves that absorbed starlight.

The spiritual battlefield, resembling an island, floated at the summit of the Heavenly Vine, surrounded by fluttering leaves and intertwined lianas, creating a bizarre sight.

At this moment, the tide of the battle had turned; the Saint of the God Race barely avoided having his palm ripped off, blood gushing as he swiftly retreated.

Luo Hong looked as if he had seen a ghost. Chu Feng, whom he had suppressed and whose energy flow was disrupted, was now counterattacking, causing him significant damage.

This wasn't Chu Feng's first strike, but several consecutive blows, leaving cracks on Luo Hong's shoulder, forearm, palm, and one leg, severely injuring him.

What was happening? Both Luo Hong and the watching Saints were astonished by the sudden reversal.

Mu Qinghan, in particular, looked extremely displeased. Just moments ago, she had disparaged Yao Yao's judgment, claiming her chosen one was doomed, but now Chu Feng was counterattacking.

"God Incarnate!" Luo Hong roared, his golden aura intensifying and his terrifying energy erupting, suppressing the spiritual space around them.

A thunderous roar filled the air!

Golden light burst from his pores, and lightning flickered around his mouth and nose. He was activating the Heavenly God Ultimate Breathing Technique, making his energy intake and release incredibly formidable.

At this point, every movement he made carried destructive power. With a resounding crash, numerous meteorites, larger than mountains and formed from spiritual energy, equivalent to their real counterparts, exploded into dust as he swung his fist.

Chu Feng grunted. The light around him dimmed once more as his energy was suppressed, forcing him back, his fist dripping blood.

However, he didn't mind; in fact, he was delighted. He was close to success, tracing back to the origin and gradually uncovering the fundamental essence of the Dragon Demon Fist.

Although his grasp of it was inconsistent and not yet complete, it was clearly improving.

Indeed, after being intensely suppressed once more, Chu Feng's fist glowed again. The profound essence took effect, breaking through Luo Hong's defenses and tearing a gruesome, bone-deep gash in his palm.

Luo Hong shrieked. This was too bizarre; Chu Feng's strength seemed to fluctuate, making him sense an unpredictable danger.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

Chu Feng swung his fists, occasionally sending out blasts of light that struck the meteorites beyond the island. The sight was terrifying: golden vortices spun rapidly, pulverizing tangible matter into cosmic dust.

"That's it!"

Chu Feng's joy intensified. He activated the Dao Yin Breathing Technique, continuously refining and extracting this profound essence, seeking to manifest its core and fully master it.

It resembled a helical force, but was far more complex, generating astonishing destructive power.

In the past, experiments had been conducted.

A sheet of paper, spun rapidly like a grinding wheel, could easily slice through flesh and even cut wood.

An electric drill, when rotating, required minimal force to penetrate concrete and metal plates.

A cross-groove carved onto a bullet tip would cause it to spin upon firing, leading to catastrophic effects upon impact, shredding internal organs and increasing its lethality by more than ten times compared to a regular bullet.

In his past studies of the Dragon Demon Fist, Chu Feng's most significant realization was its astounding crushing and tearing power. Now, by using the Dao Yin Breathing Technique to extract its core, he had unearthed a form of energy release that was thousands of times more intricate than a simple spiral, possessing truly terrifying destructive power.

In the world of ordinary people, the power of a spinning sheet of paper or a rotating bullet can be devastating, let alone within the realm of cultivators.

This profound essence, now thousands of times more complex than a simple spiral, represented a terrifyingly lethal method of energy manipulation.

Chu Feng grew calmer. Under the suppression of the God Race Saint, his insights continued to deepen.

Although he was covered in blood, with crimson streaking his lips, his eyes shone brighter and brighter, filled with vigor and spirit.

Of course, these "bloodstains" were manifestations of spiritual energy, indicating the extent of his injuries.

Finally, Chu Feng achieved mastery, successfully refining and acquiring the fundamental essence of the Dragon Demon Fist.

Suddenly, when he swung his fist, a helical golden vortex seemed to shoot forth, piercing through the God Race Saint and eliciting a pained groan.

Everyone was horrified. Luo Hong's entire forearm was a bloody mess, with bone splinters protruding, almost twisted off and torn apart. The sight was appalling.

Clearly, the scales of victory were now tipping in Chu Feng's favor.

"What kind of fist technique is that, capable of resisting the God Race's ultimate art?" Many across the starry sky voiced their astonishment.

God Incarnate, this supreme inheritance, could suppress enemies from all directions, reducing other cultivators to mere mortals, asserting absolute dominance.

Yet now, this fist technique could actually contend against it!

For a moment, people were amazed by Chu Feng, realizing that the exquisite technique he was employing seemed to have been comprehended during the heat of battle itself. This left a deep impression.

What kind of individual is truly formidable? Undoubtedly, it is the cultivator who hones their skills through combat, constantly gaining insights in life-or-death struggles. Such an evolver is exceptionally terrifying!

"Since I have the Resonance Art, I'll name you the Spiral Art." Chu Feng's chosen name was utterly simplistic; if other cultivators knew, they would undoubtedly be speechless.

The heavenly techniques and secret arts of other races all boasted imposing and overbearing names.

In reality, this secret art involved an energy manipulation method thousands of times more complex than a mere spiral. In the cultivation domain, it was incredibly intricate, designed primarily for destruction, possessing astonishing lethality.

"Luo Hong, it's time for you to die!" Chu Feng had endured for a long time. He possessed the Dao Yin Breathing Technique, which could contend with the God Breathing Technique, and he had never been truly pushed to his limits. His patience was solely to refine the invincible art hidden within the Dragon Demon Fist under extreme pressure.

"Chu Feng, you're arrogant from a minor success. What makes you think comprehending one technique is enough to kill me?" Luo Hong retorted coldly. As a member of the God Race, he possessed innate arrogance, particularly when facing beings from a planet whose ancestors his race had annihilated; he always felt a sense of superiority.

Chu Feng, however, let his actions speak. His fist glowed, and a golden spiral shot forth like lightning, tearing into Luo Hong's arm. With a sickening sound, Luo Hong's forearm detached, and blood splattered everywhere.

This... everyone was utterly stunned.

Luo Hong himself turned even paler. His external divine light had failed to block the attack, causing him a massive loss.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng's black hair billowed, and cold lightning shot from his eyes as he charged forward to attack.

To everyone's astonishment, his fist sometimes manifested as a golden vortex, other times as an incredibly fine, high-speed rotating beam of light. The tearing and penetrating power was simply terrifying.

It was crucial to remember that his opponent was a Saint, possessing vast combat experience and having perfected realms like the Chains, Freedom, and Contemplation over countless years. Yet now, this Saint was astonishingly on the defensive and suffering heavy losses!

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

The high-speed spinning golden beams emanating from Chu Feng's fists were unstoppable. Outside the island, massive meteorites, some resembling small asteroids, were either pulverized into dust by his golden vortices or shredded into glittering light by his spinning beams, nearly vanishing entirely.

*Thump! Thump! Thump…*

The God Race Saint's body erupted with gouts of blood. His shoulder was pierced, an entire arm hung by only a layer of skin, his left chest was punctured with his internal organs nearly pulped, and as he stepped towards Chu Feng, his foot was pierced, half of it almost gone.

A shiver ran down everyone's spine. This method of energy manipulation wasn't just formidable; it was almost venomous!

Even Chu Feng himself found the "Spiral Art" incredibly insidious; its destructive power was so immense it would be a nightmare for any opponent.

"You venomous brat!" Luo Hong shrieked, retreating like a streak of lightning.

For a Saint to cry out in such a manner left many speechless, a testament to his immense rage that he would utter such words.

In that brief moment, Luo Hong had become utterly pathetic: a forearm severed, half a foot missing, and an entire arm hanging by a mere strip of flesh, on the verge of falling off. A clear fist-sized hole marred his chest, and his internal organs were nearly pulverized.

This horrific outcome sent shivers down everyone's spines. They realized Chu Feng's secret art was indeed excessively sinister, enough to make anyone's scalp crawl if they faced it.

Even though Luo Hong was currently a spiritual entity, and his injuries weren't physically severed limbs or ruptured organs, the damage was comparable; it was a wound to his divine soul, potentially even more severe.

*Gurgle, croak!*

Strange sounds now emanated from Luo Hong's body. He was frantically activating the God Breathing Technique, at times resembling a snore, at others the croak of a large toad. His entire body glowed, his belly swelled, and the sounds he made were bizarre.

With a boom, almost simultaneously, his body erupted with an endless surge of golden blood qi that engulfed him. His body then crackled and convulsed continuously.

Chu Feng pressed his attack, but the God Race Saint, Luo Hong, chose to evade rather than fight. Employing the God Footwork, he moved like a phantom, darting left and right.

He was healing. As his body permeated with vital energy, his severed arm and damaged internal organs rapidly regenerated, eventually healing completely.

However, the light radiating from him had dimmed slightly, indicating a considerable cost for his recovery.

Across the starry sky, powerful figures from various races were moved. This was the miraculous effect of the God Race's Ultimate Breathing Technique: once a practitioner surpassed the Contemplation realm, they could regenerate severed limbs merely by activating the breathing technique.

A select few geniuses could even achieve this feat within the Contemplation realm itself!

Simultaneously, Luo Hong chanted an ancient incantation, his entire body appearing as if cast from gold. Beyond him, the void grew unstable, and divine light descended from an unknown source.

"This is... Summoning a God!" someone exclaimed.

The pupils of some esteemed elders constricted. They had heard rumors that the God Race's secret texts contained incredibly unorthodox and unbelievable inheritances.

God Incarnate and Summoning a God were techniques from the same lineage!

This race could, through blood sacrifices and incantations, summon energy from the void—a truly immense power.

Luo Hong was now summoning a God.

A golden light descended, revealing a golden hand bone that instantly merged with Luo Hong's palm, making his hand radiate a terrifying brilliance.

Next, a piece of golden metal skin descended, settling over Luo Hong's chest as a protective layer.

With a hum, another golden leg bone descended, fusing with Luo Hong's leg and emitting blinding light.

"Chu Feng, act quickly, or you'll lose your chance!"

"Hurry! He's summoning a God! Those appear to be divine bestowals, making him invincible and unconquerable! You must quickly break it!"

On the Primeval Beast Platform, many shouted warnings to Chu Feng. While a significant number wished him dead, another large portion held a positive view of him, hoping he would defeat the God Race Saint and achieve a true apotheosis.

Unfortunately, Chu Feng was in the midst of the decisive battle and couldn't hear them at all.

Nevertheless, his own instincts were urging him to act immediately, without hesitation.

After Luo Hong's body fused with the golden bones and metal skin, light began to emanate from these fused areas, quickly enveloping his entire form.

At that moment, he truly appeared like a living God, summoned from beyond the realm!

Chu Feng once again employed the Spiral Art, striking the golden arm of the God Race Saint. However, the golden vortex was blocked and failed to disintegrate the opponent's flesh.

"Hmm?!" Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat. He felt as though Luo Hong had donned a divine raiment, now resembling a god-warrior descended to the mortal plane, on par with a deity.

"Chu Feng, in this state, I can effortlessly kill across major cultivation realms! You can't harm me, but I can easily tear you apart!"

Luo Hong roared, unleashing a forward palm strike—his race's Divine Palm. With a loud *bang*, Chu Feng met it head-on. However, the Spiral Art failed to achieve its usual effect, only tearing a superficial layer of the opponent's palm, causing minor bleeding. Meanwhile, Chu Feng's own energy surged chaotically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Saints are truly difficult to kill!" Chu Feng exclaimed, his gaze growing intensely bright.

In the starry sky, the Dao Children, Demon Sons, and Celestial Maidens from the top ten stellar worlds all showed expressions of surprise. This native from a declining land was truly intriguing, still aiming to slay a Saint even now.

At this moment, five or six of the top ten young masters from across the universe, both male and female, were intently watching the battle.

Even some Saints displayed unusual expressions, wondering if Chu Feng could defy fate. Confronting the God Race's summoned deity was a headache for even the top ten cultivators, let alone an evolver from another race.

"Yao Yao, your chosen one isn't doing so well. By the way, what exactly is your current state? You're probably not even a ghost. Hmm, in your condition, still clinging to this world, refusing to die?"

Mu Qinghan, the female Saint of the Spirit Race, spoke with a smile, her words malicious, purposefully exposing the painful truth of Yao Yao's demise.

"Enough, Mu Qinghan, don't you think you're going too far? You were crippled by Yao Yao with a mere flick of her hand back then, and now you seek revenge. Doesn't that strike you as petty?"

At that moment, a man in green robes walked through the starry sky. He was tall and slender, with a strikingly handsome and youthful face, yet the deep weariness in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Lin Qi, the owner of the Primeval Beast Platform!" an ancient Saint exclaimed.

Lin Qi was now a supreme Saint, rarely encountering rivals below the All-Heavens Reflection realm, and commanded immense resources and power.

"You…" Mu Qinghan opened her mouth, but dared not utter another word.

"Yao Yao!" Lin Qi softly called.

"Little Linzi," Yao Yao replied, turning her gaze to him.

Lin Qi's expression turned sorrowful as he gazed at the ethereal woman standing on the Heavenly Vine. It felt incredibly surreal. He still remembered their last encounter: she, clad in blood-stained white, charging alone into the sky like a moth to a flame, rushing to face battle. That was the last poignant image he had of her…

He had wanted to stop her but was powerless. In that era, he wasn't even a Saint; what authority did he possess?

Years ago, he wasn't from Earth; he hailed from another galaxy but was one of Yao Yao's closest friends. By the time he rushed to Earth, he could only watch her go to a battle she was destined to die in.

Thinking of this, Lin Qi's nose stung with emotion.

"Little Linzi," Yao Yao said, giving a dazzling and carefree smile.

Witnessing her grace, Lin Qi felt an increasing bitterness in his heart. This was, after all, merely a wisp of her lingering essence, not the true Yao Yao. That peerless woman in white from years past could never return.

In that moment, he felt an urge to cry.

Over these many years, he had ascended to sainthood, becoming one of the universe's most powerful Saints, backed by cultivators who could reflect the heavens. He had transformed a small combat platform from years ago into the now renowned Primeval Beast Platform.

Despite the passage of long years, he still maintained the "Yao Yao Immortal" golden account for her, hoping that one day she would reappear in the world.

Yet, as he watched her, clad in snow-white robes, her grace undiminished, her brilliance unparalleled, his heart grew bitter, and he felt increasingly mournful for her. Even as a Saint, his eyes stung, on the verge of tears. After all, that ethereal woman was once the foremost under the starry sky, but now only a lingering obsession remained. Many who were far less capable than her had already attained sainthood. Where was the true Yao Yao?

"Slaying Saints begins with the God Race!"

On the battlefield, the anticipated one-sided slaughter never materialized. Even after successfully summoning a God, Luo Hong failed to kill Chu Feng.

On the contrary, Chu Feng's fighting spirit soared. Wielding the Resonance Art in his left hand and the Spiral Art in his right, he activated the Dao Yin Breathing Technique and launched a furious assault.

When these two exquisite arts were employed simultaneously, the resulting effect was terrifying and astonishing. Their combined power far surpassed the sum of their individual strengths; one plus one was indeed far greater than two!

Luo Hong's golden divine armor was shattered, and golden divine bones were violently dislodged, accompanied by a bloody mist!

"This… Is the momentous event of Saint-slaying truly about to occur today?!"

Across the starry sky, everyone watched in stunned disbelief.