Chapter 914: Heavenly Jealousy

"Ahhh..." the Luo family Saint roared, his flesh and blood reforming, his soul light reappearing as he tried to reconstitute his true form. At their cultivation level, they could revive from mere flesh and blood, and their soul light could re-coalesce, demonstrating incredibly tenacious life force.

Chu Feng had been watching him intently. He used the Heavenly Dao Umbrella to block the others, while the purple-gold bamboo in his hand spun and slashed forward. The Luo family Saint's body disintegrated once more, and his soul light scattered, dimming considerably and sustaining severe damage. No one was truly immortal; even Saints would perish if subjected to this repeatedly.

This time, just as he was about to re-coalesce, Chu Feng moved, his large hand covering the area, seizing his soul light. "Come here!" Chu Feng commanded. The Luo family Saint struggled fiercely. He knew from prior examples that being captured by Chu Feng would inevitably lead to death. His soul light surged as he struggled with all his might, desperate to escape.

Simultaneously, the purple-haired young Minor Saint, Wu Chengtian, made his move, while Luo Yong's grandfather, another Luo family Saint, attacked furiously in an attempt to rescue him. The Heavenly Dao Umbrella spun, radiating primordial light with immense power, blocking all of them.

At that moment, a bronze lamp in Chu Feng's hand began to glow, emitting an eerie green light. It shot forth a beam of light that instantly immobilized the fleeing Saint's soul light, then swept it in. "Ahhh..." The Saint from the Chaos Celestial Palace was drawn into the lamp's wick, where he was incinerated by the emerald green flames, screaming in unbearable agony. This was the torment of a burning soul, refining their spirit, and with prolonged exposure, it was destined to be utterly annihilated.

Almost simultaneously, the soul light of the red-clad woman appeared from the wick, wailing with him. Her soul light shattered, then reformed, only to fall back into the lamp's flame and be incinerated again. "Oh, a substitute death talisman. You thought you could escape with this? Once you're pulled into this Nine Nether Corpse Fire Lamp, even if you ignite your soul, you won't get away!"

Chu Feng sneered, looking down at the red-clad woman's soul light struggling within. Even with a substitute death talisman, it was futile; it would only prolong her agony, burning her to death only for her to revive and be incinerated once more. A bronze lamp, ancient and eerie, flickered with a faint green light as he held it, refining the souls of both individuals.

The attacks from the opponents intensified, but the Heavenly Dao Umbrella proved worthy of its status as a treasure. Its primordial light flowed, dissolving various Saint Dao runes invisibly, rendering all their techniques ineffective.

"All of you, die!" Chu Feng roared, and after putting away the bronze lamp, he held the Heavenly Dao Umbrella in his left hand and the purple-gold bamboo in his right, charging forward like an ancient, ferocious tiger.

At this moment, the old servant among the four proved incredibly powerful. Despite being only a Sub-Saint, he manipulated dozens of flying swords, demonstrating profound sword control techniques. Simultaneously, a "formation diagram" appeared above his head, commanding thirty-six flying swords with astonishing might. One magnificent flying sword after another, their intimidating sword lights combining to trace intricate trajectories, slashed towards Chu Feng from all directions, interweaving symbols of order. The earth split open, as if even gods would fall if they stood in the way, and Buddhas would be slain if they intervened. Hundreds of thousands of sword auras tore through the area. Even nearby majestic mountains, protected by domain formations, collapsed and were pulverized into dust by the blinding sword auras.

The Heavenly Dao Umbrella spun, and all the flying swords struck its surface. Sparks flew, some swords snapped, others were heavily chipped, and they flew backward, severing mountain peaks in a terrifying display. "Die!" Chu Feng roared, violently shaking the large umbrella. With a resounding *bang*, the old servant was obliterated. His formation diagram and over thirty dazzling flying swords were all reduced to metal fragments, utterly destroyed.

"So he was a Saint after all; I truly misjudged him!" Chu Feng sneered. This was no mere Sub-Saint but an ancient Saint of immense power. Had he not possessed the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, he would likely have suffered a significant loss, as that formation diagram combined with the flying swords was formidable.

With a hum, heaven and earth seemed to spin. All the great mountains rumbled as they shifted, creating an astonishing sight. Numerous domain symbols erupted from the ground, blindingly bright, like active volcanoes spewing forth clusters of magma dragons that surged skyward. Someone was activating a domain. Among the six, there was actually a Domain Grandmaster—the old man in green—who was nearly as strong as Chu Feng. During the intense exchange, he finally completed his setup, intending to use the domain to utterly destroy Chu Feng. Luo Yong's grandfather, the Luo family's old Saint, and the young Wu Chengtian had been strategically retreating to assist the Grandmaster in his preparations, rather than helping the old servant. Together, they had completed the massive killing domain in this area.

"You want to contend with me in domains?" Chu Feng's eyes glinted with coldness. He was intimately familiar with the Great Dream Pure Land; its mountains and rivers had long been imprinted upon his mind. For someone to attempt to trap and kill him here now was truly an act of ignorance.

*Boom!* He strode forward, and the purple-gold bamboo in his hand rapidly expanded to thousands of feet long. With a resounding *boom*, he impaled the Domain Grandmaster, who had been smiling confidently. The Grandmaster's body disintegrated with a *bang*, his form and spirit utterly annihilated. It was lamentable that this Domain Grandmaster, renowned in the Chaos Universe, had entered the Underworld Universe with such arrogance, accompanied by three Saints and two Minor Saints, only to die so ignominiously, his skills utterly useless. In a different location, he might have been able to engage Chu Feng in a domain battle, perhaps even a prolonged contest. But in this particular area, he had simply sought his own demise.

"Why?" At the moment of his annihilation, he couldn't believe it. How could such a young Domain Grandmaster exist in this world? "Heavenly genius" was an insufficient description!

"Only two of you remain. All of you, die!" Chu Feng pressed forward. "Celestial God Diagram, suppress!" Luo Yong's grandfather roared, spitting out a formation diagram imbued with chaotic energy. It spun rapidly before unleashing one hundred and eight "Celestial God Blades" that slashed towards Chu Feng. This was even more formidable than the old servant's formation diagram, its power far more terrifying.

"The Celestial God Clan truly possesses many treasures!" Chu Feng exclaimed in surprise. However, he had no desire to waste time slowly acquiring the opponent's weapons; a few excellent items were sufficient. He simply met the attack head-on with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella. The one hundred and eight Celestial God Blades flew erratically, unleashing astonishing arcs of light and surging blade energy that leveled the mountains in the area, utterly destroying them. Even the earth shattered, transforming into a sea of magma. Yet, they could not penetrate the Heavenly Dao Umbrella's defenses.

Ultimately, Luo Yong's grandfather, the Luo family Saint, was torn apart. Chu Feng used the Heavenly Dao Umbrella to rip through the "Celestial God Diagram," then closed in and directly smashed him to pieces with the purple-gold bamboo. The Luo family Saint was consumed by furious resentment. The purple-gold bamboo, a treasure he had once gifted to Luo Yong, had ironically become the very instrument of his own destruction.

Minor Saint Wu Chengtian was utterly terrified. How could they possibly continue fighting? Three Saints had already fallen, and Minor Saint Cheng Wei was also dead. Unfortunately, he found himself unable to escape; their own Domain Grandmaster had inadvertently trapped them all within this very domain. Chu Feng attacked, his fist intent vast, righteous, and wielding unparalleled power. He ultimately struck down the purple-haired young Wu Chengtian as well.

He held the bronze lamp, forcibly seizing four soul lights and casting them into the Nine Nether Corpse Fire Lamp. They burned within the wick, their wails echoing ceaselessly. Some individuals possessed substitute death talismans, but these offered no salvation. Attempting to use them in desperation only prolonged and intensified their torment.

The Black Blood Platform and Primeval Beast Platform captured every detail with striking clarity. Across the starry sky, many viewers were profoundly shaken. The 'Great Demon' Chu Feng was enraged, having single-handedly slain six formidable experts and then refined their souls with the lamp's fire—a decisive and tyrannical display. Everyone could sense that even after slaying these six individuals, Chu Feng's killing intent continued to surge.

"A slight incident has occurred. One of our smaller teams has lost contact; it seems... they are all dead." In the depths of the cosmos, four figures on a golden gourd expressed surprise. A team composed of experts subdued from the Chaos Universe had been wiped out—a rather inauspicious beginning.

"How interesting. The Reflection-level experts have departed the Underworld Universe, and few Saint-level cultivators remain. Yet, in this environment, our entire team was annihilated. It appears there are still some lingering nuisances." The man with a vertical eye on his forehead, seated on the yellow gourd, smiled faintly, showing no haste. He looked at the massive golden Heavenly Dog, then at the black mastiff, instructing them to be vigilant and locate the individual responsible.

"Just a common rat. Even if he hides in the deepest caves of the underworld, with enough time, we can dig him out!" the Great Heavenly Dog replied, its golden fur glowing.

Chu Feng gazed at the Great Dream Pure Land, now a landscape of blood and corpses. A burning anger raged within him, but he did not linger. Taking the old Saint, he vanished, heading towards a hidden planet in a remote corner of the cosmos. This was the Great Dream Pure Land's fallback, a sanctuary for escape. Without the old Saint providing the correct coordinates, Chu Feng would have struggled to find it.

The cosmos was dim; this sector of the starry sky was incredibly remote, far from the bustling regions of the brilliant star ocean. For eons, no powerful beings would likely pass through here. Chu Feng arrived, emerging from a wormhole with the weakened old Saint and diving towards the surface of a small planet. Though the area was secluded, the planet itself was remarkably beautiful. Luminous vines, as thick as buckets, coiled around the mountains and forests, bearing countless flower buds. Some colossal trees, thousands of meters tall, spread their canopies like giant umbrellas. The ground was also dotted with house-sized mushrooms, vibrant and glowing with a crystalline luminescence. Additionally, vibrant, multi-colored butterflies, several meters long and enveloped in shimmering light, gracefully danced through the air. They were large enough to serve as mounts, carrying young men and women who were on aerial patrol. These were disciples of the Great Dream Pure Land, some who had escaped the catastrophe of their sect's destruction, and others who had long been stationed here.

When Chu Feng saw Qin Luoyin again, his face instantly turned ashen. She lay motionless in a crystal coffin, and beside it, a child slept soundly on a small bed. His blood boiled with rage, threatening to burst from his skin, and his mind buzzed deafeningly. He found it utterly impossible to accept this reality.

"Chu Feng, don't be impulsive!" an old woman cried out. She was startled to see Chu Feng rushing forward, fearing his impulsiveness might lead him to lose control of his terrifying energy, resulting in catastrophic consequences. Despite Qin Luoyin's current strength and the Sub-Saint-level armor prepared for the Saintess of the Great Dream Pure Land, she had been pierced through. Several areas of her body were perforated, horrific bloodied holes still oozing, and a golden glow permeated her form, actively corroding her. Chu Feng sensed that Qin Luoyin was still alive but rapidly deteriorating. The golden substance continuously corroded her body and soul, unstoppable, pushing her to the brink of death. She was being sustained solely by the suppression of the crystal coffin.

"This is a strange and potent substance," the old woman explained. "Used correctly, it's a treasure; misused, it's a disaster!" This golden substance was incredibly rare and precious, akin to the small black and white millstone within Chu Feng's body, which had tormented him to near death and crippled him before it had fully formed. This golden substance was also a similar rare celestial treasure, though more detrimental to the body and lethal if not subdued. At the time, the red-clad woman, harboring ill intentions, had casually injected the collected substance into Qin Luoyin's body, using her as a vessel and deliberately tormenting her.

"Damn them!" Chu Feng retrieved the bronze lamp, his gaze like raging flames as he stared at the wick and the burning soul lights of the imprisoned individuals. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could kill them several times over. The lamp's flame flickered violently as the captives shrieked like wailing ghosts—a miserable and terrifying sound. Their soul lights exploded multiple times from the intense burning.

"I've decided," Chu Feng said coldly, "I will burn you for a much longer time, making you wish for death every single day!"

He turned his gaze to Qin Luoyin, his face etched with worry, and took out all the holy medicines he possessed. However, the old woman informed him that they were useless and would not resolve the issue. "How can I save her?"

"Currently, there is no solution," the old woman lamented. Through her, Chu Feng learned that Chu Wuhen was alive and well; Qin Luoyin had implanted the substitute death talisman into his body.

"Mommy!" At that moment, the sleeping child awoke, his large, gem-like eyes glistening with tears as he called out to Qin Luoyin, full of affection and worry. He had experienced a "fetal daze," forgetting his past, but he remained remarkably intelligent. Though he lacked his former maturity and cunning, he was now innocent and pure, yet also anxious, and began to cry softly.

Was there truly no solution? Chu Feng refused to believe it! The old woman, too, shed tears. "No solution," she stated. "I know your own experience, having been infected by the black substance, but this golden substance is far more terrifying. After it fully invades over ninety percent of the soul light, no one has ever successfully neutralized it. Furthermore..." She wanted to say that Qin Luoyin's physical body had already been pierced through, her physique was utterly shattered, and her soul light was too severely damaged. Such an injury inherently offered little hope.

Chu Feng opened his Fiery Golden Eyes and looked at Qin Luoyin. His heart ultimately trembled as he saw Qin Luoyin's soul light, flickering like a candle flame in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment, truly at the very end of her life. Her continued survival until now was solely due to the suppression provided by this unique crystal coffin!

"No!" Chu Feng's heart seized, experiencing such profound fear for the first time.

At that moment, Qin Luoyin awoke and whispered, "Take good care of... our child." Hearing these words, Chu Feng's nose stung with emotion. He whispered, "Don't think that way. You'll be fine; you will definitely survive. I failed to protect you this time, but there won't be a next time!"

"I know my condition; it's beyond recovery," Qin Luoyin said weakly, her face as pale as paper. Seeing Chu Feng's anxious, red-rimmed eyes, she finally seemed to find a measure of peace, a gentle expression appearing on her face. "I know there were too many unexpected turns in our time together. We were originally two parallel lines that never intersected," Qin Luoyin murmured to herself, her voice growing weaker with each word. "I understand that you never loved me, and we were only together for the sake of this child, to fulfill a responsibility."

"No, that's not true," Chu Feng quickly insisted, a surge of fear running through him. As Qin Luoyin spoke, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, the crimson drops stark against the crystal coffin—a horrifying sight.

"You don't need to say more, or try to comfort me. I know. I never truly entered your heart, and you weren't my ideal Dao companion at first, but in the end, many things happened..." She grew progressively weaker, her words becoming almost inaudible. "The child... he's here. You must protect him, don't let him... be harmed..." By this point, Qin Luoyin could no longer speak, her spiritual energy almost completely depleted. She was reluctant to part, unable to rest at ease, and in her final moments, a maternal radiance graced her face.