Chapter 83: Shifting Stars and Turning Skies (Part 2)

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In an instant, Fang Ping’s dark energy entered the Myriad Realms, absorbed layer upon layer by the kingdoms and mountains within. Immediately after, that dark energy surged out from the Myriad Realms, pouring wildly into Jiang Feng’s body.

Fang Yichen’s dark arts were brought to life by Jiang Feng, as if an axle had connected the dark energies of Jiang Feng and Fang Ping together.

Thunder rumbled.

Once Jiang Feng had linked himself with Fang Ping through the Myriad Realms, his mind was struck by a violent tremor. The dark energy that Fang Ping had strengthened with the Dragon Sky Pill was transmitted ceaselessly. The moment that foreign energy entered his veins and flesh, it was as if gunpowder met fire—an explosive force erupted!

He never expected that the Rotation of Stars would be so perilous.

Now, Jiang Feng’s body was like a barrel packed with gunpowder; the pungent scent hung thickly in the air, and at the slightest spark, he would explode.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices, his body on the verge of bursting into a pulp, his head filled with the urge to explode into a mass of blood. If not for the relentless tempering his body had endured, he would surely have triggered a catastrophic explosion.

Such an explosion wouldn’t stop at a single blast—it would ignite a chain of reactions, each more overwhelming than the last.

Jiang Feng understood this was the critical moment.

If Fang Ping’s dark energy and his own triggered a chain reaction, it would be like wildfire sweeping through a forest—unstoppable.

In that instant, Jiang Feng forgot all pain. His entire spirit coalesced into a single resolve: to embrace all rivers, to contain greatness. He followed the method of rotating dark energy, forming a gateway that constantly absorbed the influx, forcibly suppressing the chain explosions. Overjoyed, Jiang Feng did not abandon his efforts to collect the Infinite Devour and Myriad Realms. Instead, he pressed on, absorbing even more of Fang Ping’s dark energy.

The Rotation of Stars art was truly extraordinary, possessing a unique brilliance.

At this moment, Jiang Feng’s body felt filled with countless gases, like a balloon swelling, rising and floating in midair under the gaze of all.

This bizarre spectacle drew everyone’s attention, yet none could fathom what was happening, nor the purpose or motive behind Jiang Feng’s actions.

Only Fang Yichen, Star Master Xuan, and Jiang Yuehai grew increasingly grave. Liu Tao, knowing Jiang Yuehai was well-versed in arcane knowledge, hurriedly asked, “Master Jiang, pardon my boldness—could you explain to us what this dark art Jiang Feng is using truly is?”

Jiang Yuehai’s expression was unusually solemn. After a moment’s thought, he replied, “Among those who have reached the Dark King realm, some possess similar arts, able to devour the strength of others and claim it as their own. But none are as domineering as Jiang Feng’s technique!”

“Indeed, this dark art forcibly injects the opponent’s power into oneself! It’s outright plunder!” Star Master Xuan said, his face pale as if recalling something horrifying. “Years ago, my master told me that in other continents, such terrifying arts exist, but they are the work of cults. As for where Jiang Feng acquired his, I truly do not know.”

Fang Yichen seized the moment and laughed, “Even Master Jiang admits it—Jiang Feng’s dark arts are nothing but cult techniques. Why not disqualify him from the competition?”

“Hmph, using evil arts does not necessarily make one evil. Nor does abstaining from them make one virtuous. Master, to fuss over such matters is beneath your dignity!” Duan Xingyun finally spoke up, earning Jiang Yuehai’s great favor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, a series of explosions echoed from Jiang Feng’s body. Each blast sent blood spraying from his mouth, as if his veins were snapping and his flesh detonating.

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“Not good!” Duan Xingyun and Jiang Yuehai exclaimed in shock.

But then, Jiang Feng opened his eyes, beams of light shooting forth. His body, swollen like a balloon, subsided entirely. Before him lay an unprecedented clarity. With a breath, torrents of air rushed out like a hurricane, battering the great stones atop the low mountain, some even soaring into the sky.

“What a formidable aura! How is this possible? He now possesses at least the eighth level of dark energy in the Void Realm!” Star Master Xuan was stunned, and the other clan leaders were equally dumbfounded. Especially Fang Yichen, whose dignified composure faltered, stammering, “Impossible, impossible! How could his dark energy suddenly increase so much? Did he really absorb all of Fang Ping’s energy?”

Jiang Feng had finally succeeded in the Rotation of Stars!

“So, boy, are you willing to try again? How does it feel to resolve foreign dark energy? That was merely energy boosted by the Dragon Sky Pill. If it were energy cultivated by Fang Ping himself, it would be even harder to resolve. With your current strength, you wouldn’t survive.” Jue laughed, though he was deeply shocked. He had thought Jiang Feng would need a whole day and night to fully resolve the energy, but in less than half an hour, Jiang Feng absorbed it all. Such speed was astonishing.

“So I’ve succeeded? I thought I was blown to bits just now.” Jiang Feng regained his senses, feeling his dark energy surging like waves—powerful and unyielding. With a slight movement, it resonated like steel; he knew his mastery of the Rotation of Stars was perfect. Fang Ping’s energy now coursed through his veins and flesh. In that final moment, he had utterly forgotten himself, his mind and body exploding together, all consciousness shattered. He thought himself finished, but succeeded instead, and his dark energy had reached a qualitative leap!

He truly owed this to his luck.

Only now did he realize the dangers of the Rotation of Stars. He dared not attempt it a second time, for he could not rely on luck again. Risk can be taken only once; to dare it again would be certain death.

The collision of foreign dark energies was too perilous. If explosion occurred, not only would the body become dust, but the very consciousness would splinter—utter annihilation, never to transcend.

“With the dark energy I now possess, even if I face Xue Qiming again, I am confident I can kill him with a single blow. Ha! To have abundant dark energy in my body—it feels incredible! I feel as if I could use this energy forever!”

Yet Jiang Feng withdrew both Myriad Realms and Infinite Devour. In an instant, the grand spectacle—the myriad kingdoms, islands, and mountains—vanished like a mirage.

Everyone saw Fang Ping tumble out of the Myriad Realms and could not help but gasp. The scene was revolting.

Fang Ping’s body seemed to have no intact muscle left. His veins bulged, yet blood flowed peculiarly slow within. His skin was dark, without a hint of color. But for his eyes, filled with unwillingness and terror, one might have believed him dead.

“Jiang Feng’s strength is astounding—truly worthy of being the Jiang family’s foremost genius.”

Duan Xingyun smiled. Seeing Fang Ping, who had forced him to the brink, defeated so decisively by Jiang Feng, he felt a wave of satisfaction. Unconsciously, a faint dark energy emanated from him, as if eager to venture into Cang Song Pavilion and challenge Jiang Feng again.

“Alas, Feng’er has seized the spotlight, but he’s gone a bit too far. Though Fang Ping is not a direct heir of the Fang family, this is a stinging slap in their face. The four great families will surely simmer with tension from now on.” This thought came to Jiang Yuehai, and he sighed, then quickly smiled, pride and satisfaction filling him. He glanced into the distance, “Xian’er, you’ve given the Jiang family a fine heir. This Jiang Feng will restore the glory of our house!”

At that moment, a discordant, icy voice rang out: “Master Jiang, Jiang Feng’s ruthless actions demand punishment—I will do it on your behalf!”

Fang Chuhan’s face was livid. The death of Fang Ping meant little to him, but Jiang Feng’s actions had offended the entire Fang clan. Whether in status or business, the Fang family would be suppressed by the Jiang family—an outcome he could not accept!

Before Jiang Yuehai could respond, Fang Chuhan’s figure vanished from his seat.

Jiang Feng, lost in joy, had his perception and reflexes dulled, oblivious to the sudden shift in airflow around him. Not even Jue’s warning could rouse him.

From the horizon came a faint howl, figures blurred, dark wind whistled—a mere illusion conjured by one person. Jue was shocked and quickly warned, “Boy, beware—enemy attack!”

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Jiang Feng finally snapped to attention. He looked up and recoiled several steps in fright. Before him, a dazzling golden arc blazed across the sky, roaring low and sweeping the ground to carve a deep trench!

Such power utterly surpassed his own, reaching the True Nether Realm of dark energy!

“Who are you?”

Before he could receive an answer, Jiang Feng felt the golden arc pierce him, its torrent of dark energy like a mountain towering to the heavens while he was but an ant—such was the gulf between them.

Dark energy boiled, the golden arc roared, a sight to chill the soul!

Duan Xingyun’s eyes flashed bright red. Before he could launch himself, he felt a powerful grip at his wrist, anchoring him in place. He turned in shock, “Master, why do you stop me?”

“You would only die. Besides, Master Jiang has already intervened.”

Duan Xingyun was overjoyed. Jiang Yuehai was a peer of Star Master Xuan, a master of equal standing. With his intervention, Jiang Feng was unlikely to die.

Indeed, before Jiang Feng stood a barely discernible figure, hair and beard white but hands soft as an infant’s, pale and flawless. Dark energy surged from them, rolling like thunder. With a push, a giant green log appeared from thin air, smashing fiercely into Fang Chuhan’s golden arc.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The Cang Song Pavilion trembled, nearly collapsing from the impact.

“Clan Leader Fang, you possess the fifth level of True Nether Realm—why target a youth? Besides, few have died at Fang Ping’s hands. Deaths in such contests are commonplace.” Jiang Yuehai cast a cold glance at Fang Ping, who lay limp in the distance, sneered, “Moreover, he isn’t dead.”

Fang Chuhan appeared at the source of the golden arc, standing upright, clutching a short iron rod. He shouted angrily, “Jiang Feng cultivates cult dark arts—he must not be allowed to live! This is not personal vengeance for Fang Ping, but ridding Jiuyan Town of a threat!”

“So I’m not dead after all.” Jiang Feng, still shaken, saw the broad, warm back before him and felt a trace of comfort. “Is this Grandpa?”

Jue exhaled deeply, grumbling, “If your grandfather hadn’t intervened, you would have been pierced by that golden arc. Though he blocked much of it, the arc’s fierce energy still entered your body, leaving you slightly wounded.”

Jiang Feng heard little of this. His gaze, dazed, lingered on Jiang Yuehai’s back. For a moment, it felt like a lifetime had passed. All the gossip and rumors swirling through Jiuyan Town seemed to vanish, leaving only this silhouette in his heart.

“Grandpa, did you really come to save me?”