The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1271: Grand Void Consciousness

A hazy world unfolded in front of him. It felt like drifting through a dream, blurred and unreal in every direction.

Ling Feng gazed at the black-robed figure ahead. Something rose from deep inside his chest, an instinctive urge to shout and demand answers.

The feeling was strangely familiar, as if something in his bloodline recognized the man before him.

"Senior..."

Ling Feng opened his eyes a little more. He suddenly realized that every trace of pain in his body had vanished. His limbs felt light, his mind clear, his entire being refreshed.

"Mhmm."

The black-robed man nodded slightly. His tone remained calm as he said, "I did not expect you to succeed."

A flicker of surprise crossed Ling Feng's eyes. "Senior, how did you know?"

"The moment the Thunder Orb erupted, I sensed it."

The man watched him steadily, and the eyes behind the mask held a rare softness.

Ling Feng clenched his teeth and looked around. "Where is this place? I thought I was still on that deserted island."

"Your body remains on the island. Your spiritual consciousness was brought here by me, into my grand void consciousness."

His expression remained indifferent, as if he had done something trivial.

"Grand void consciousness? What is that?"

Ling Feng spoke before he could restrain himself.

"When your cultivation reaches a mature stage, your sea of spiritual consciousness will eventually evolve into a grand void consciousness. With your current realm, however, you cannot yet comprehend its principles."

The black-robed man continued, "There were too many people around you. I do not wish to meet them, so this was the only way to summon you."

"Senior truly keeps his promises!"

Ling Feng nodded. The man had once said that if he survived the Sea of Miracles, he would reveal certain truths.

"You should not celebrate too early."

The black-robed man stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His voice carried a relaxed steadiness. "You killed that Heaven-Patrolling Angel, but you also carry the Heaven-Patrolling Fire Poison. Every three days, it will erupt and consume you from within. Your willpower may be strong enough to endure it for a time, yet if this continues, your mind will eventually collapse. Forget advancing further in martial arts, even your current realm will soon become unstable."

"Is the Fire Poison that severe?" Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. He had known the Heaven-Patrolling Heavenly Fire was not ordinary, but he had never imagined such consequences.

"The Heaven-Patrolling Heavenly Fire is naturally extraordinary. However, it poses no difficulty for me."

The black-robed man studied Ling Feng for a moment. "I know you have questions. If you want answers, I can provide them, but I will not cleanse the Fire Poison for you. If you want me to remove the Fire Poison, I will leave your questions unanswered. You may choose only one."

Ling Feng lifted his head. The mask was frightening, but the eyes behind it gave him a warmth he could not explain.

"Life and death follow fate!" Ling Feng let out a faint, bitter smile. "I have never believed that anything is predetermined. No matter how powerful the Heaven-Patrolling Heavenly Fire is, I refuse to believe it cannot be resolved. Senior, between the two choices, I prefer that you answer my doubts."

"You..."

The black-robed man's pupils contracted. He had not expected this answer. A slight frown appeared. "You are not afraid of death?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Who could claim they are not afraid?"

Ling Feng's smile remained bitter. "I carry the blood debt of my clan. My only surviving kin has disappeared without a trace. Of course I fear death."

"Boy, I know exactly what you are thinking."

The man shook his head slowly. "It is unfortunate that you guessed wrong. I am not the person you imagine."

Ling Feng stared into the man's eyes, and his hand curled into a fist. "Are you really not..."

"No."

The man cut him off without hesitation. "And regarding what you once asked, whether I belong to the Heavenly Dao Clan, I believe you already have your own answer."

Ling Feng took a deep breath. The man's reply sounded like an answer but meant nothing in truth.

It was as if everything and nothing had been explained.

Was he truly not his grandfather?

It made sense after some thought. Medical Saint Ling Hanyang possessed unparalleled medical skill, but Ling Feng had never heard of him having any remarkable martial ability.

This black-robed man's cultivation had already reached a level far beyond understanding. Ling Feng began to feel that he had indeed overthought it.

"You did not ask, and I did not answer." The black-robed man spoke with steady calm. "Life is precious. Considering your potential, I will remove the Fire Poison for you. As for the rest, do not ask further. When the time comes, you will naturally understand."

"In that case, thank you, Senior."

Ling Feng exhaled softly. The black-robed man clearly had no intention of revealing his identity, so Ling Feng could only follow his arrangements in silence.

"The Heaven-Patrolling Fire Poison is no trivial matter. Fortunately that Heaven-Patrolling Angel had already suffered a severe loss of elemental qi, otherwise you would never have lasted long enough to reach me."

The black-robed man studied him once again. "You also possess the aura of a Devouring Flame."

Ling Feng nodded openly. "Junior has indeed cultivated the Art of Devouring Flame."

"Mhmm." The black-robed man's voice remained calm. "In that case, the Heaven-Patrolling Heavenly Fire might become a blessing for you instead of a curse."

Ling Feng sighed. "I tried to refine the Fire Poison using the Devouring Flame, but I achieved nothing."

"With your limited cultivation, that is natural. Everything changes with my assistance."

The black-robed brushed his sleeve lightly. "I will help you refine the Heavenly Fire and grant you a great opportunity!"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Ling Feng hurriedly expressed his gratitude. The next moment, the black-robed man placed his palm on Ling Feng's crown. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he sank into unconsciousness.

...

Ling Feng had no idea how much time passed before he slowly woke.

His head rested on something soft. A faint, pleasant fragrance filled his senses.

Ling Feng opened his eyes in a sudden jolt and realized he was lying on Tuoba Yan's lap.

"I am back?"

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

At the sound of his voice, the others rushed toward him. Tuoba Yan stared at him in shock. He had been barely alive only moments ago, yet now his voice sounded firm and his complexion had completely recovered.

Ling Feng flushed and quickly sat up from her lap. He forced an embarrassed smile. "Sorry for worrying you. I am fine now."

"..."

The group exchanged bewildered looks. He had only taken a short rest, yet he had recovered completely and even seemed stronger!

"Hahaha. I said this brat is harder to kill than a cockroach. How could he fall so easily?" Lou Qianzhong burst into laughter.

"Brother Ling, as long as you are well, that is what matters," Lin Mu said with a warm smile.

"It must be Miss Tuoba's miraculous lap pillow!" Yang Huanzhi said with a dramatic flourish. "I suddenly feel light headed!"

Tuoba Yan was naturally shy. Yang Huanzhi's teasing sent a deep blush across her cheeks. She glared at him ruthlessly, and he froze at once, shrinking back without another word.

Ling Feng shook his head with a quiet laugh. He remained silent and focused inward.

The Devouring Flame within him had changed. His third-tier Devouring Flame had evolved into a fourth-tier flame, and it had already reached the mid-stage!

The Heaven-Patrolling Heavenly Fire was indeed unusual!