Chapter 137: Ultimate Undercover! Possession and the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls!
“President!”
“Chu Feng!”
Zhang Daniu’s furious roar and Zhao Wuji’s shrill scream rang out almost at the sa ti, both of them with eyes splitting apart, their courage shattered with terror!
The sudden change happened in a flash of lightning!
No one had ever expected that the “Kong” who, from beginning to end, had been like a wooden sculpture or clay figure with no sense of presence whatsoever, would turn out to be the deepest-hidden and deadliest venomous snake!
His speed surpassed the limits of cognition.
In the previous instant, he had still been at the very end of the team, like an inconspicuous shadow.
In the next instant, he had already appeared ghost-like behind Chu Feng, launching a thunderous, fatal strike!
One hand, fingers forming a claw, deathly aura coiling around it as soul power condensed into a pitch-black vortex. Its target was clear—precisely the Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade floating in midair and emitting a gentle glow!
And the other hand was even more sinister, even more decisive!
Five fingers spread open like a net of death, carrying an icy power that could freeze the soul itself, viciously grabbing toward the back of Chu Feng’s head, straight at the crown!
He did not want Chu Feng’s life. What he wanted was Chu Feng’s soul!
“Not good! It’s a Nascent Soul old monster’s split-soul possession technique!”
In the distance, Uncle Feng, who was being besieged and battered by the Soul King, saw this scene and cried out in horror.
This thod—using a split soul to lie in ambush and launch a lethal sneak attack at the exact mont when the target’s mind was most relaxed and complacent—was the most vicious secret art of soul-path cultivators!
Once the sea of consciousness was invaded, no matter how peerlessly talented one was, they could only beco another’s wedding dress!
It’s over!
These two words instantly flashed through Feng Zhiruo’s mind.
She even felt a trace of schadenfreude—this bastard full of twisted fallacies who had toyed with her had finally reached his end!
And to die in such a humiliating way!
On “Kong”’s face, that eternally unchanging hollow expression finally showed a trace of change.
It was greed and fanaticism, as if he were about to taste the most exquisite delicacy in the world!
This body, this interesting soul, would all be his!
His icy palm pressed down without any obstruction onto the back of Chu Feng’s head.
“Boom!”
A vast and terrifying surge of soul power—far surpassing the Nascent Soul early stage—burst forth like a breached flood, surging wildly along his arm into Chu Feng’s sea of consciousness!
That strand of split soul belonging to the Abbot of the Nirvana Zen Monastery transford within Chu Feng’s sea of consciousness into a towering black-faced Buddha, radiating the authority to judge all things, ready to crush the pitiful and weak soul light that belonged to a re Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
However, in the very next second, the majesty and greed on his face froze solid.
Replacing them was unprecedented bewildernt and a bone-deep terror.
What… was he seeing?
This… was the sea of consciousness?
What kind of Heaven’s Dao garbage dump was this?!
There was no anticipated soul light, no river of mory fragnts.
What entered his vision was a bizarre world of dazzling chaos and utter disorder, yet one that contained so kind of terrifying rules!
Strands upon strands of “K-lines” composed of countless red and green light points danced wildly in the air like ferocious dragons, sotis soaring straight upward, sotis plunging off a cliff-like drop. Every rise and fall emitted an aura of greed and fear that made even a Buddha’s soul tremble!
One enormous “P2P” black hole after another slowly rotated in the void, devouring all light that approached. The wails coming from their depths were more miserable than all the resentful souls of the Ten Thousand Souls Cavern combined!
What filled the sky were not Daoist runes, but golden sheets of paper labeled “Business Plan”, “Equity Incentive Sche”, and “Valuation Adjustnt Agreent”. Every single page was stained with invisible blood and tears!
Countless figures wearing vests of various colors scread madly at a massive light screen. On that screen, words like “Virtual Currency”, “Air Coin”, and “Immortal Realm Moutai” flickered crazily, harvesting their joy, anger, sorrow, and toil!
“Th-this… what kind of Great Dao is this?!”
“Impossible! There is absolutely no such twisted, chaotic, Heaven-defiling Great Dao in this world!”
The Abbot’s split-soul Buddha was completely dumbfounded.
He had cultivated the “Great Nirvana Soul Scripture” for three thousand years, yet before this bizarre world, it was like a primitive man wielding a wooden club charging into a carrier strike group. His cognition and his Dao heart were utterly overwheld and ground into powder at this very mont!
At the instant his soul lost its guard—
At the far end of this strange world, atop a throne of darkness, a pair of eyes darker and colder than the abyss of the Ten Thousand Souls Cavern slowly opened.
It was a terrifying behemoth beyond description.
It was ford from countless comrcial symbols, torrents of data, and financial models. It wore a perfectly tailored suit, a ticulously knotted tie, and held at the corner of its mouth an elegant yet cruel smile.
It was the essence of Chu Feng’s soul from his previous life—
A financial crocodile that had stirred up storms in the capital markets, devouring countless fortunes and lives!
“Welco to… my world.”
“Hello, new leek.”
The financial crocodile opened its gaping maw. Within that mouth were no fangs, only a bottomless financial report filled with the words “Asset Restructuring” and “Hostile Acquisition”.
“No—!!!”
The Abbot’s split-soul Buddha let out his first—and also last—scream after entering Chu Feng’s sea of consciousness.
His prideful soul secret art was utterly helpless before this otherworldly “information pollution” and “rule-level dinsionality strike”!
With a single bite, the crocodile’s soul devoured this once-arrogant black-faced Buddha whole, along with his refined Nascent Soul late-stage soul power and all three thousand years of mories!
“Burp~”
Chu Feng’s soul let out a satisfied burp, feeling an unprecedentedly pure surge of soul power instantly spread through his four limbs and hundred bones.
The cultivation bottleneck that had only been at the late Foundation Establishnt stage shattered like paper under the impact of this vast energy!
Late Foundation Establishnt peak!
Just one step away from condensing a Golden Core!
At the sa ti, an imnse flood of mories poured into his mind.
“So that’s how it is… the Ten Thousand Souls Cavern was not naturally ford, but a shattered world created after the fall of an ancient soul-path great expert, whose soul fused with his own ‘Divine Kingdom’…”
“This star chart was not a map, but the ‘highest-privilege master key’ of this shattered Divine Kingdom!”
“The Nirvana Zen Monastery was nothing more than a ‘toll station’ built after discovering a loophole in the Divine Kingdom…”
“And the Feng Family… their ancestor was actually a soul servant under that ancient great expert!”
“The remnant map in their hands was an ‘employee key’ privately hidden by a servant back then. It could only open part of the areas, which was why they needed my ‘administrator key’ to open the core!”
Outside, only a fleeting instant had passed.
Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting into a confident, knowing smile.
He looked at “Kong”, who still maintained the posture of possession yet had long since been annihilated in both soul and spirit, now nothing more than an empty shell. He then glanced at the Feng Family mbers still locked in bitter battle in the distance, as well as the Nine-Orifice Soul-Nurturing Jade within arm’s reach.
“Sorry, everyone.”
“From now on, I’m taking over this place.”
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