Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

On the ninth day, a strange change occurred!

The almost fully formed nascent evil corpse suddenly erupted with an unprecedented ferocious aura!

It is no longer passively coalescing, but actively and frantically devouring Han Feng's "id" will!

The dark evil thoughts, like countless venomous snakes, instantly coiled around Han Feng's soul essence, trying to drag him into that pure destruction and madness!

"Hahaha! Come! Become one with me! This is the true power!"

"Han Feng, admit it, all things are born inherently evil!"

The corpse's roar was filled with manic triumph.

Han Feng's "id" will was instantly eroded by the dense, impenetrable darkness, the seven-colored glazed light dimmed rapidly, and Di Yan also let out a painful wail!

His gaze began to glaze over, and his cold rationality was replaced by a frenzied crimson!

The process of dismembering the corpse completely spiraled out of control, leading to the most dangerous outcome—the evil corpse turning on them!

Han Feng's true self is about to be devoured!

Chapter 519 Failure

"Han Feng!!!"

At the critical moment, the white tiger let out a deafening roar! A resolute light burst forth from its enormous single eye!

"Great Emperor! The White Tiger is incompetent and has failed to fulfill your request! Today, with this crippled body, I will give my last bit of strength!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the White Tiger's massive body instantly burst into flames!

It is not flame, but the purest and most primordial golden-white divine light of Geng metal!

It unleashed its remaining life essence, fighting spirit, and even the last bit of power to suppress its own evil corpse without reservation, like a volcanic eruption!

A golden-white beam of light, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of piercing the universe and severing all karmic entanglements, ignored the distance in space and instantly blasted into Han Feng's sea of ​​consciousness!

This light carries the will of the White Tiger, its endless guilt and last hope, and its supreme sharp metal energy to slay evil and protect the righteous path!

boom--! ! !

The golden-white light collided violently with the surging black tide of evil thoughts in Han Feng's sea of ​​consciousness!

Like the hottest sun being plunged into an endless abyss of darkness!

Chi Chi Chi -!

A piercing sound of dissolving echoed deep within Han Feng's soul! The malevolent serpents that had been coiling around and devouring his "true self" seemed to have met their nemesis. Under the golden-white light, they twisted violently, struggled, and let out mournful howls before breaking off and dissolving!

The nascent evil corpse was blasted to pieces by this ultimate strike containing the life will of the white tiger, turning into black energy that scattered across the sky!

The backlash was forcibly interrupted!

Han Feng's "id" will, which had been swallowed by darkness, broke free from its restraints like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, under the protection of the golden light!

The seven-colored glazed light shone again, and the imperial flame stabilized.

However, the cost was devastating!

puff--!

At the cave entrance, the white tiger, its flames extinguished, collapsed with a crash as if all support had been lost! The divine light in its eyes dimmed completely, and its life force dissipated rapidly like a candle flickering in the wind.

Its enormous body began to become ethereal and transparent, as if it might turn into specks of light and disappear into the world at any moment.

"White... Tiger... Senior!" Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing this scene, his eyes, which had been frozen for ten thousand years, finally showed a violent fluctuation once again!

An emotion called "shock" and "disbelief" was like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, creating a huge wave!

He instantly appeared beside the white tiger, and a vast amount of spiritual power surged into the white tiger's body, attempting to preserve the life force that was about to be completely extinguished.

"It's...useless..." Baihu's voice was so weak it was almost a whisper. His one eye barely opened a crack as he looked at Han Feng, a hint of weary relief and liberation in his eyes. "Kid...it's good that you're alive...the road...isn't...over yet..."

As the last word fell, the white tiger's enormous body completely transformed into specks of golden-white light, slowly rising and dissipating like stars.

The sharp, metallic aura that had guarded the cave for millennia gradually thinned out and eventually faded into silence.

The legendary White Tiger, in order to save Han Feng, burned its very essence and perished completely!

Han Feng's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as he stared blankly at the dissipating light.

The cave was deathly silent, with only his own heavy breathing remaining.

The attempt to dismember the corpse failed.

The White Tiger... has fallen.

The road ahead... is completely blocked.

An unprecedented, chilling sense of exhaustion and emptiness overwhelmed Han Feng like a tidal wave.

He slowly stood up and looked inward at himself.

His cultivation level remained at the peak of the Upper Earthly Supreme realm, without any progress whatsoever.

Not only did he fail to improve his cultivation by slaying the evil corpse, but the backlash and the forced intervention of the White Tiger's power also caused some shocks to his soul's origin, requiring time to recover.

More importantly, at the moment when Baihu severed the backlash of evil thoughts with his life-risking strike, he clearly felt that deep in his soul, the extreme obsessions of "ambition," "grand ambitions," and "reaching the peak by any means necessary"... seemed to have been cut off in half as well!

The evil corpses were not completely eradicated, but the ambition was already lost.

At this moment, Han Feng felt completely empty inside.

Gone was the ambition that drove him to become stronger at all costs, gone was the obsession with defying fate and turning the tide.

The sacrifice of Baihu weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain, and the frustration of failing to slay the corpse completely extinguished the last flame in his heart.

Extraterrestrial evil races, the survival of the Dou Qi Continent, the path to Heavenly Supreme... all of this suddenly became so distant and... meaningless.

A low, hoarse laugh, filled with endless weariness and self-mockery, echoed in the empty cave.

He slowly turned around, no longer looking at the place where the white tiger had disappeared, his figure appearing more desolate and...颓废 than ever before.

"That's all..."

"That's it..."

Han Feng's figure transformed into a dim streak of light, no longer possessing its former sharpness and imposing presence, but carrying only a sense of despondency and death, as it slowly flew towards the direction of the Dou Qi Continent.

He gave up.

He gave up on his attempt to become the Heavenly Supreme.

They abandoned their fight against the extraterrestrial evil race.

They even gave up on themselves.

At this moment, all he wanted was to return to that familiar yet unfamiliar continent, find a quiet corner, and spend the rest of his life there.

His ambition, now mostly shattered, took away all his fighting spirit and hope.

The road ahead was shrouded in darkness.

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In the deep, cold void of the universe, a planet, eternally enveloped in thick, mysterious ice, floats silently.

Far from the stars, with temperatures low enough to freeze the soul, this place was carefully chosen by Han Feng as a forbidden zone to preserve and nourish the true essence of the spirit to the greatest extent.

Han Feng's figure, like a meteorite, carrying an almost self-destructive heaviness, pierced through the extreme cold storm on the planet's outer edge and landed in an ice cave he had personally carved out.

The core of the ice cave is not the deathly cold and desolate place one might imagine.

A miniature barrier, constructed from seven-colored imperial flames and radiating a gentle life force, floated in mid-air.

Within the barrier, a hazy mist, shimmering with a faint spiritual glow, beat slowly like a heart.

This is precisely the true essence of Han Shanshan's dormant spirit.

Two years ago, after Han Feng was promoted to Earthly Sovereign, he used supreme means to condense Han Shanshan's true spirit, which was on the verge of dissipation, and placed it here. With the help of the unique environment of this icy planet and the power of his Emperor Flame, he slowly nurtured it, delayed its dissipation, and attempted to repair its original damage.

Han Feng stood in front of the barrier, looking at the true spirit that was much more solid and brighter than before.

His eyes were empty and devoid of emotion.

He extended his finger, the tip of which flowed with seven-colored imperial flames, like the most precise carving knife, and began to dismantle the complex seals on the barrier.

The fluctuations of the Emperor's Flame awakened the sleeping True Spirit.

The hazy mist of souls trembled slightly, its light flickering, as if slowly awakening from a long slumber.

The fog began to contract and condense inward, gradually revealing a blurry yet vaguely discernible outline of a woman—it was Han Shanshan.

Her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, like glass covered in dust.

But when her "gaze" fell on that familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the ice cave, her soul was suddenly jolted!

"Han Feng?!"

At this moment, Han Feng's aura was much stronger than it had been two years ago, but the light in his eyes had somehow completely disappeared.

He was like a walking corpse.

"How...did you become like this?"

Han Shanshan murmured.

Han Feng did not answer, but looked at the other person with lifeless eyes.

"Grandmaster, it's time for us to go back."

Perhaps because he had severed some of the evil corpses, Han Feng's determination to become stronger had dissipated, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to the state he was in before slaying the good corpses.

In what may be the last moments of his life, Han Feng wants to spend time with his family.

Han Shanshan nodded, slowly flew into Han Feng's hand, and quietly sat down cross-legged.

"What happened?"

She said softly.

Han Feng lowered his eyelids, and his aura, which was as strong as that of a high-ranking Earthly Sovereign, was now as restrained as that of a child who had just learned to cultivate.

A pang of heartache flashed in Han Shanshan's eyes. She finally opened her mouth, but said nothing more.

My grand-disciple has definitely encountered a difficult problem this time.

If even a powerful figure like him is powerless, then what can I do?

Perhaps the time-manipulation technique from before could help him?

Han Shanshan thought to herself.

In any case, she needs to understand Han Feng's needs before she can better help him.

If it were the old Han Feng, he would have told me directly if he needed it.

Han Feng took Han Shanshan and returned to the Dou Qi Continent.

This void is vast and boundless, but that dark power has been penetrating deeper and deeper.

Han Feng had no time to care about these things. He sped off and arrived above the Dou Qi Continent a moment later.

More than two years have passed, and the Dou Qi Continent has undergone tremendous changes.

Han Feng sensed that many more high-level Dou Sheng level experts had appeared on the continent.

Especially the Ancient Dragon of the Void, and within the ancient races.

The bloodline blessings bestowed upon the two clan leaders after they were promoted to Dou Di have led to a leap in advancement for many members of their clans.

In this respect, the benefits of becoming a Dou Di (Battle Emperor) are greater than those of becoming a Supreme (Supreme). It strengthens a family, not an individual.

However, faced with the prosperity of the Dou Qi Continent, Han Feng felt a sense of sorrow.

This vast empire will ultimately be destroyed by its own hands.

If I hadn't traveled through time, the extraterrestrial evil race wouldn't have noticed this place. In the future, even if I and the Soul Emperor perished together, the survivors would still be able to live a good life.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the Dou Qi Continent is ruled by the Soul Clan, most people will still have a chance to survive.

His arrival changed the ending, but it also triggered a hidden challenge, leading the Dou Qi Continent into an even greater abyss.

Perhaps, coming into this world was a mistake in itself.

Thoshkuh's choice may not have been the right one.