The Great Road of Shading the Sky

Chapter 266 Chu Feng, courting death, the Great Art of Mental Illness!
The unparalleled painting that Chu Feng created with his ink splashes truly depicted the scene of Shao Hua walking down a golden road.

He was able to do this because when Shao Hua left the moon, she taught him an unnamed scripture. It was very short, did not explain any Tao or Dharma, and emphasized self-realization and truth.

"This is a general outline. If you can comprehend it, you will benefit greatly and can be considered my successor. If not, it is best to cut it off as soon as possible to avoid going astray." These were Shao Hua's exact words.

It was because of this "Only I Am True Scripture" that Chu Feng dared to do this.

As he came into contact with people of higher and higher levels, his horizons also continued to broaden and improve. For example, Yao Yao was once the number one under the starry sky, and her brilliance amazed the ancient times.

For example, there was Shaohua, which was born from the seeds in the stone box he picked up.

Its origins are incredibly mysterious. Although it claims to be invincible for a lifetime, take those words with a grain of salt. Its later achievements are absolutely earth-shattering.

Besides learning the Dao of Fields from the Holy Master, Chu Feng also obtained many notes from past sages. Although they did not contain specific supernatural powers or techniques, they benefited him greatly.

Especially for an evolutionary who came to the field halfway through his life, these experiences are the most valuable, greatly making up for the lack of hidden foundation.

The ink painting scroll of the carefree realm is very important, as it is equivalent to laying the foundation for the future. Naturally, he wants to do it perfectly and leave no regrets or flaws.

After much deliberation, Chu Feng finally understood that what suits him best is the best.

So what is the most suitable? He felt that it should be the strongest!

Strong is good, strong is the most suitable, just choose the strongest one you've ever seen!
So he took a look at the scene of Shaohua leaving on the golden road.

There was no way around it; the wondrous spectacle created by the interweaving of numerous strange phenomena, the thunderous roar that resonated with all the laws of heaven and earth, and the aura that resembled the procession of the Heavenly Emperor—who could not be awestruck by such a sight?
The universe was dark and desolate, and a golden road stretched out, like a celestial sword cleaving through the dark mist. No matter how space distorted, how the field surged, or how the laws of the Dao roared, nothing could stop that immortal road.

A dazzling figure stood atop the heavens, surrounded by a galaxy, guarded by the Four Symbols including the True Dragon and the Vermilion Bird, and a myriad of inexplicable phenomena intertwined, resonating with the very fabric of heaven and earth, and echoing the roar of all things.
Chu Feng became more and more excited as he thought about it. He had long suspected that the "Fairy Sister" he had grown was not as simple as a god, but was definitely an existence beyond imagination.

"The stronger the better, but it can't be copied. Add your own things. There's no conflict, that's fine!" His body surged, various abilities surging, as if chaos was being created, sketching and splashing ink to create a world-shaking painting.

A golden avenue rises up beneath your feet and stretches forward.

With each step he took, a majestic aura involuntarily emanated from him, as if an emperor had awakened and was surveying the world!

However, compared to the original version of Shaohua, it lacks too many details. The auspicious colors of heaven and earth and the wonders of the sky are nowhere to be seen, let alone the person walking on the golden road. He couldn't even depict a single hair.

Chu Feng's face was pale. He kept coughing up blood after sketching just a few strange scenes. Painting like this was like risking his life to write. He used his life force as paper and his spirit and soul as paint, consuming his form and spirit. The consequences were really serious!

"Boom!!!"

A sudden clap of thunder came from the moon, the heavens and earth were clear, and thunder rose out of nowhere.

The Holy Master was alarmed and frowned, wanting to stop him, but he found that the lightning that appeared from time to time only exploded in the sky, but strangely did not fall down.

"Pfft!" Chu Feng's leg exploded, and he fell onto the golden path he had drawn. Perhaps he couldn't withstand the pressure, or perhaps it was divine retribution and punishment from the underworld, which almost killed him.

He understood deeply why so many geniuses had fallen in this field of evolution; those people were too ambitious, wanting to create an unparalleled masterpiece, but in the end, they ruined themselves.

When the thunder roared, Chu Feng was terrified, but then he smiled and guessed why the heavenly lightning hadn't struck: because he had connections!
There's nothing we can do; he knows the God depicted in the blueprint of this painting.

"Crack!"

A thin bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, hitting the smug Chu Feng squarely. It wasn't fatal, but it hurt a lot, leaving him feeling numb and weak.

"Sister, dear sister, you're my real sister!" Chu Feng was on the verge of tears. Now it was confirmed that the heavenly lightning hadn't fallen because that master had intervened.

He then attempted to paint with ink several times, paying a heavy price in the process.

This painting is too astonishing. Even if someone approves of it, and there is no catastrophic disaster, he himself is already struggling to keep up. He is truly risking his life to complete it.

It can be said that if he is not careful, his body and spirit will be ignited along with the painting and burned to ashes!

Chu Feng's gaze was stern. He wanted to create an unparalleled masterpiece, but he didn't want to cut off his own path to survival because of it. He knew that it couldn't be accomplished overnight.

The realm of carefree ease is merely a starting point; the ink-wash painting depicted in this realm can be continuously improved upon in the future.

Otherwise, who can achieve perfection in one go?
He didn't simply copy the golden road of Shaohua; the main elements were similar, but he added a few of his own ideas.

The golden avenue of youth is not as complicated as it looks. It has long been simplified. Many of the strange phenomena are natural manifestations of the interaction between heaven and earth. She herself did not develop any fancy things.

Chu Feng's splashed ink created a golden avenue that was completely different. It was extremely dazzling, with all sorts of strange phenomena appearing on it as if they were free. You could step on several strange phenomena with just one step.

In the vast universe, many famous paintings are publicly available, but you may not be able to imitate them or follow in the footsteps of your predecessors, and most end in failure.

The paintings of saints, if you follow their paths and splash ink on them, will kill you; the paintings created by powerful beings of the heavens level are even more deadly.

Many people do not believe in evil, and in the end, they all meet a tragic end, ruining their own lives.

There is a famous saying that says it all: Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die.

You can learn from their experience and figure out their thinking, but blindly imitating them is suicidal!

However, Chu Feng felt that he could still hold on. After a moment, he recovered and got up again, his life force surging once more.

After several "paintings," the auspicious signs and wonders on the Golden Avenue increased.

Clusters of blue lotus blossoms rustled and emerged, appearing on both sides of the road.

"Boom!" His body shuddered violently, almost splitting him in two. A horrific wound spread from his brow to his abdomen, with blood gushing out.

After a long time, Chu Feng finally came to his senses, struggled to his feet, and sighed deeply. He knew that this was the end of it and he could not continue to describe it in any more detail, or he would surely die!

He suddenly splashed ink again, making the golden road stretch to the far distance in one breath, seemingly endless, just as the Tao has no limits.

The other unusual phenomena were not elaborated upon, making the whole thing seem somewhat anticlimactic.

"There are still some shortcomings; we can't just have roads without people."

Chu Feng muttered to himself, even though he was badly injured, he still wanted to add some ink and sketch it out again. After all, people are the focus of this painting. If no one walks on it, who would know that it is a road?
"puff!"

This is truly burning oneself, igniting the life force, and using the spirit to compose.

If he hadn't consumed an incomplete elixir of immortality, which imbued his body with boundless vitality, anyone else would have died countless times over.

In an instant, a figure appeared at the end of the golden road.

It was a woman, looking down upon the starry sea, standing with her hands behind her back, suppressing all the heavens and myriad realms!
Of course, that was a scene Chu Feng imagined in his mind. In reality, it was just a silhouette inserted there, and it was impossible to tell who it was or who it referred to.

Beside the silhouette of the woman stood another figure, representing himself.

Walking with God, isn't that incredibly bold?!

In the end, he ran out of ink, so all he could draw was a stick figure, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

And so, Chu Feng's invincible saga began to take shape.

He paid a heavy price for this; he was almost unrecognizable, nearly destroyed, and in a truly pitiful state. His flesh and blood were tattered and mangled, with bloody holes one after another on his chest and back, some so large they were almost transparent; any more and they could have been used as sieves.

There was also a wound between his eyebrows, which stretched all the way to his abdomen, almost as if it would cut him open. It was quite terrifying, with his intestines even protruding, but he stuffed them back in.

"Hahaha, I became a plop!"

Chu Feng laughed loudly. At this moment, he really couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, on the verge of disintegration.

He couldn't bear it, and in the end he only sketched the outline in a simple, blurry way, without going into detail. But there are some things that you really can't even think about, otherwise the backlash from the unseen world will kill him and cause him to perish.

"Oh no, I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

Chu Feng wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt his body was no longer under his control, his blood was drying up, and his mind was beginning to stiffen. These were signs that he was about to die.

He never expected that even the elixir of immortality seemed powerless to save him.

Only when he was on the verge of extinction did he fully understand why so-called geniuses in this field were more likely to die. The more confident they were, the more they wanted, just like moths to a flame, purely courting death!
Chu Feng was half-awake and half-asleep, his body was a little cold, and his spiritual fire was about to go out. After the Holy Master noticed that something was wrong, he hurriedly came to check on him.

"How could this happen? How could something go wrong when there's a divine medicine protecting him?" the Holy Master asked, puzzled.

Even if he still had a single elixir, it would be useless now. Chu Feng still had a large amount of elixir's medicinal power accumulated in his body, but his life was still irreversibly slipping away.

Finally, he seemed to die, motionless, and even the cluster of spiritual light could no longer be seen. All that remained was darkness, with only the faint sound of scriptures echoing.

At that very moment, the heavens and earth trembled, and all things roared!

Chu Feng felt as if he had experienced an entire era, and when he lost consciousness, it was as if he had escaped the cage of his physical body and gone on a journey of reincarnation.

"Xiao Feng, wake up!" He vaguely heard a voice calling out, anxious and sad.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and saw sunlight streaming in through the window.

I was lying in bed, surrounded by pure white, like a hospital room.

He sat up, confused. How did he get here?

Oh no, my head hurts a bit, and many memories seem blurry.

"Ah, my son, Xiaofeng, you're finally awake!" His mother, Wang Jing, entered the ward, the things she was carrying clattering to the ground. She quickly walked to the bedside, her face streaked with tears, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Mom, what's wrong? Don't cry, I'm fine." Chu Feng hurriedly comforted her. Although he was a little confused about the situation, he couldn't bear to see his mother cry.

“You worried us to death. You went on a trip to the west all by yourself and ended up collapsing on the edge of the desert. It scared your father and me to death,” Wang Jing said, crying.

"what?!"

Chu Feng was shocked. He went on a trip and then fainted in the wilderness?
"Yes, luckily a traveler passed by and rescued you. Then we rushed to the western region and took you to the hospital. More than half a year has passed, and you have been in a coma. Now you have finally woken up." Wang Jing was very emotional, and tears kept falling.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng was completely dumbfounded. What on earth had happened?

I did travel there before, and I even went to the Kunlun Mountains. After that, the world changed drastically, and many things happened.

However, he did not realize that he had forgotten the details of those experiences.

I only vaguely remember something like that, but I don't know the specifics.

"Wait a minute, I should have ended up on the moon."

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? You're still thinking about what you said when you were little, that you wanted to be an astronaut when you grow up?" Wang Jing asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Where is the Holy Master? Have Huang Niu and Ouyang Hama returned?" Chu Feng asked instinctively.

“What cow and toad? You were talking in your sleep while you were unconscious, sometimes saying some strange names. Why are you still like this now that you're awake? Son, what's wrong with you? Do you still recognize me?” Wang Jing asked with a worried expression.

Chu Feng covered his head, feeling a little confused.

Later, the doctor arrived, gave him a full examination, and then quietly said to Wang Jing, "Your son suffered a head injury and was severely traumatized, which has caused some mental confusion. Don't worry, he will get better slowly."

Not long after, Chu's father, Chu Zhiyuan, also arrived and had a heart-to-heart talk with him.

"Child, don't overthink it. Perhaps reincarnation really exists. During the time you were unconscious and disoriented, you went through a cycle of reincarnation."

Chu Feng insisted on being discharged from the hospital, having learned that there had never been any extraordinary changes in the world, and that everything seemed to be his own imagination.
For the next few months, he was very depressed, and no matter where he went, he could not find any trace of the changes in the world.

This is a real world, not a dream. There is no falsehood. He is just a modern person. There is no such thing as supernatural beings, evolution, or scalpers.

As time went by, his memories became increasingly blurry and indistinguishable; he was almost completely unable to distinguish them anymore!

On one occasion, he even tried to cut his wrists to test whether he was in some kind of dream, which terrified his parents and they sent him to the hospital.

"He has schizophrenia; let's send him to a mental hospital for a checkup."

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And so, Chu Feng drifted aimlessly in the mental hospital for a while before finally accepting reality and concluding that he had experienced something both illusory and real.

After that, he went out to work, and everything that followed was just like an ordinary person's life: getting married, having children, and slowly growing old.

"This is life, plain yet real." Decades later, with his hair turned white, he had almost forgotten that inexplicable memory.

When he lies in bed unable to walk, a sense of regret still wells up in his heart, and he recalls some old memories, which are hard to let go of.

"Is this all there is to my life? Were all those people and those events just a lie?"

"No, that's not how it should be! It shouldn't be like this!"

In his final moments, as he lay dying, he was still unwilling to accept his fate and shouted desperately. Although his voice was weak, his mental state was extremely turbulent.

He seemed to recall everything, especially when he looked at his "old partner" by the bedside; several exquisitely beautiful faces seemed to flash across his face in succession.
When his gaze finally settled on a bright and cheerful face, he was suddenly startled. Instantly, his backache and leg pain disappeared, and his aged body trembled.

"Oh, finally awake?" A clear, melodious voice rang out.

"Cough cough." Chu Feng couldn't help but chuckle dryly, feeling a little flustered.

Everything around him was fading and returning to chaos, and Shaohua's face gradually became clear before his eyes, dressed in a green robe, with unparalleled beauty.

"Tsk, young people are quite daring and ambitious, aren't they?" Shao Hua said with a smile.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet Chu Feng felt a strange chill run down his spine. What was this? He was about to die on the spot; he was truly doomed.

"I told you, this was just an accident, do you believe me?"

(End of this chapter)