Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

That was the power of his inner demons, exploiting the darkest part of his heart, the place he feared most.

Now, Han Feng has been changing, but if in the end the outcome is still the same as before, or even worse, what is the point of his return?

Han Feng had been worried about this ever since the incident involving the extraterrestrial evil race occurred.

Especially after witnessing the grandeur of the ancient battlefield, he became increasingly uneasy. Could the Dou Qi Continent, which didn't even have a Dou Di, withstand such a powerful enemy?

Han Feng didn't know, nor dared to think about it; all he could do was try his best to stop it from happening.

Looking at the familiar corpse before him, Han Feng's calm pupils began to tremble.

If I hadn't been reborn, but instead died in my previous life, perishing together with the Soul Clan, perhaps that wouldn't have been such a bad choice...

The moment this thought of "falling" appeared, a warm light shone from his dantian.

One by one, Bodhi seeds flew out from the special space inside Han Feng's body, arranged in a special combination, and emitted a soft, clear light.

"Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand..."

An aged voice suddenly rang in Han Feng's memory. He didn't remember seeing the sentence before, but it truly appeared in his heart at this moment, making his mind clear and his consciousness stable.

"What is power?"

What is the purpose of spiritual practice?

What is your true nature?

Each question prompted Han Feng to gradually reflect on himself.

"Power... is not a tool to trample on others."

Han Feng muttered to himself, the bloodlust in his eyes gradually fading, "Cultivation is for protection, not destruction..."

"ridiculous!"

Han Feng, clad in black, suddenly erupted in fury, his face contorted in rage. "Without power, you can't protect anything! Do you remember the night the Starfall Pavilion was wiped out? Do you remember the faces of those arrogant people?"

The illusion shifted again, revealing Han Feng's most painful memory—the destruction of his sect, the tragic deaths of his teachers, and the despair of being powerless to reverse the situation.

Han Feng's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he was not consumed by anger again. The light from the Bodhi Tree grew brighter and brighter, gradually merging with the Nanming Fire within his body.

“You’re right, I once craved power and revenge.” Han Feng looked up, his eyes blazing. “But I understand even more clearly that indulging in hatred will only turn me into a monster like you.”

"I hate the Soul Clan, but I only hate their desire to harm everyone for their own selfish gain..."

He clasped his hands together, and his body radiated a great Buddhist light.

Golden Sanskrit characters emerged from beneath the skin, forming a mysterious array in the air.

"Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; originally there is nothing, so where can dust alight..."

"Enlightenment and Bodhi!"

"All phenomena of the three times have general and specific characteristics; the true nature of all phenomena is pure and clear."

At this moment, Han Feng condensed a second Bodhi, the Bodhi of Enlightenment!

All the troubles are understood in this moment.

Han Feng uttered Buddhist mantras, and the newly formed Bodhi Heart radiated a pure, crystal-clear light.

Where the light shone, Han Feng, dressed in black, began to melt like a snowman exposed to the sun, his ferocious face frozen in disbelief and shock.

"This is impossible!"

Han Feng, clad in black, let out a sharp roar, his blood-flame eyes twitching violently, "You clearly already..."

"Have we already fallen into despair?"

Han Feng took a step forward, and golden lotuses bloomed beneath his feet.

With each step he took, the Buddhist light around him intensified, while Han Feng's body in black robes dimmed. "Thank you for letting me see clearly that clinging to changing fate itself is the greatest inner demon."

Suddenly, Han Feng, clad in black, sprang up, transforming into a black rainbow that hurtled straight at Han Feng's brow: "Then let's perish together!"

"Om-"

At the critical moment, the two Bodhi seeds floating on Han Feng's spiritual platform trembled simultaneously.

The Southern Bright Fire and the Bodhi Golden Light merged perfectly, transforming into a light curtain as thin as a cicada's wing yet indestructible.

The moment the black rainbow collided with the light screen, it was as if a hot knife had sliced ​​through grease, neatly splitting it in two.

"what!!"

The inner demon let out a shrill scream, its torn body twisting and tumbling in the air.

The scattered demonic energy was captured by the Nanming Fire, which emitted a sizzling sound.

Han Feng grabbed at the air, and the Southern Bright Fire transformed into a cage to imprison the remnant body of the inner demon.

Through the flickering golden flames, he could see another pale face hidden deep within the demonic energy—a soul clone projected from the main body of a powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan.

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Three hundred miles away, a figure sitting cross-legged on a blood-red altar suddenly groaned, and black tears of blood streamed from his left eye.

"What a fine... Bodhi successor."

The powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan wiped away the bloodstains. The intense pain from the backlash distorted his face, yet he chuckled in an unusual way.

The chains and magical runes surrounding the altar trembled violently with the laughter, as if echoing some ominous sign of danger.

He glanced in Han Feng's direction, a flicker of apprehension crossing his single eye, before vanishing into the black mist, leaving only a murmur carried on the wind: "When we meet again... I hope you'll still be able to smile..."

At this moment, a white-haired man stood out from the air beside the powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan. His eyes darted around rapidly, and a look of pain appeared on his face from time to time.

"Feng'er, Feng'er..."

"You are not... him..."

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Han Feng withdrew the Southern Bright Fire, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded.

He suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned his head to look in the northwest direction—that was where the altar of the powerful Heart Demon Clan was located.

"Got you!"

After breaking through in the face of battle, Han Feng's divine sense became even more acute, and he could even distinguish the levels of evil energy within the realm of evil energy.

In fact, what he had just faced was not a simple illusion, but a kind of illusion technique within the boundary between reality and illusion, similar to the Nightmare Sky Mist in the Demon Fire Space.

The effect is extremely powerful; it must be a special technique of the Heart Demon Clan.

If Han Feng's methods hadn't been able to suppress the evil energy, he probably would have been trapped by the strange fire alone.

Han Feng took out a pill to replenish the energy he had lost in the battle, and then looked straight into the distance.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Chapter 481 Farewell to Master and Disciple

Han Feng sensed the direction, put his hands together, and golden light flowed into the soles of his feet.

"So close to the end of the world!"

The next instant, the laws of space surged, and Han Feng was still standing on the ground, but he had already arrived at the deepest part of the domain.

This place is located in a blood-red wasteland. Not far away, a sinister blood-red altar stands between heaven and earth, exuding a suffocating evil aura.

Around the altar, countless black chains writhed like living things, their surfaces engraved with eerie runes, each one seemingly whispering and bewitching.

"Another kind of power. You really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

The powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan glanced coldly at Han Feng, his expression a mixture of mockery and chilling intent.

Han Feng's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the white-haired man beside the other party, and his body tensed up instinctively.

"Why, are you worried?"

Although Han Feng did not make a move, the Heart Demon Clan experts were masters of manipulating people's minds, and they naturally saw Han Feng's urgency and tension at this moment.

The white-haired man beside him was his Achilles' heel.

Han Feng's fingertips trembled slightly, his nails almost digging into the flesh of his palm.

He looked at his teacher, who was impaled by chains on the altar, his throat tightened, and his heart pounded as if it would explode.

But he knew better than anyone that making demands of his inner demons was tantamount to courting death.

The other party is an expert at manipulating people's hearts. Any weak stance or intention to negotiate will only become a bargaining chip for the other party to further manipulate.

Han Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger and fear in his chest, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

Don't rush, don't panic...

His gaze swept across the altar, where eerie runes flowed on the writhing black chains, emanating a chilling aura.

Beneath the altar, faint blood-red patterns could be seen, resembling some ancient formation, continuously drawing energy from heaven and earth to maintain the domain of the inner demon.

The Heart Demon Clan is using the altar formation to achieve a certain goal!

Han Feng immediately realized something.

The fact that the Heart Demon Clan's powerful members have only descended with a portion of their strength suggests that the other world is not yet able to completely invade the Dou Qi Continent.

If the extraterrestrial evil forces want to completely invade, they must lift the restrictions.

And what the powerful members of the Heart Demon Clan are doing now is probably related to this.

We must break through their formation!

Han Feng's eyes sharpened, and his right hand quietly formed a hand seal in his sleeve. A wisp of extremely thin Southern Bright Fire silently seeped into the ground, spreading backward along the blood-red patterns.

At the same time, he deliberately showed a hint of hesitation and said in a deep voice:

"What exactly do you want?"

The powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan curled his lips into a mocking smile: "What? Not pretending to be calm anymore?"

With a flick of his finger, the chain tightened abruptly, and the white-haired man groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Han Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, but he remained calm: "I can give you what you want, but you must release my teacher first."

"Heh..." The powerful member of the Heart Demon Clan scoffed, "You think you're qualified to negotiate with me?"

"Of course." Han Feng slowly raised his left hand, and a golden Bodhi seed appeared in his palm. "You should have already experienced the power of the Bodhi Seed of Enlightenment. If I were to self-destruct, I'm afraid your altar wouldn't be able to withstand it."

The demon clan expert's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting Han Feng to retaliate in this way.

He squinted, as if weighing the pros and cons.

And at this moment——

"boom!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from underground, and the runes around the altar dimmed for a moment! Han Feng's Southern Bright Fire had finally found the core of the formation and directly detonated the earth's energy!

"You—!" The inner demon roared in fury, but it was too late.

He immediately went to protect the crimson altar, ensuring that the core of the formation was not affected by the energy waves from the earth veins.

Han Feng's figure vanished abruptly, and in the next instant, he appeared directly beside Yao Chen! He formed his right hand into a claw and fiercely gripped the chain piercing through his teacher's body. The Nanming Fire burned upwards along the chain, instantly purifying the evil energy!

"You're courting death!" the inner demon roared, striking Han Feng in the back with a palm.

Han Feng neither dodged nor evaded, taking the blow head-on. He spat out a mouthful of blood, but his hands continued moving without stopping.

He grabbed the teacher's shoulder and hissed, "Let's go!"

"Shh-"

The laws of space erupted, and the two figures vanished from their original spot in an instant.

"Boom!"

Because Han Feng had just injected the energy of the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame into the Southern Bright Fire, secretly activating the Earth Core Laws, the earth veins around the altar began to violently erupt one after another.

The crimson altar, which had been drawing upon the power of the earth's veins and maintained a stable form, now showed signs of faintly collapsing, and the roar of the inner demon resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Han Feng!!"

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A hundred miles away, Han Feng staggered to the ground, his face deathly pale.

He looked down at the teacher in his arms and, after confirming that although the other person was seriously injured, his life was not in danger, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.