The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 851: The Soul Returns

"The Void Eye?"

Ling Feng initially wanted to push Ke Weili away, but seeing her weakened state, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He allowed her to lean against his shoulder while secretly sighing in relief.

She wasn't trying to force herself on me after all!

"Hey, why's your face so red?" Ke Weili teased, noticing his flushed expression.

"N-nothing..." Ling Feng stammered.

"Were you thinking something naughty?"

"Absolutely not!"

Ling Feng hastily pushed Ke Weili back and retreated several steps. After swallowing hard, he asked seriously, "That... Void Eye you mentioned earlier—what is it?"

"Didn't I just demonstrate it for you?"

Ke Weili shot him a resentful glare. Hmph! No sense of romance at all! I'm a peerless beauty in his arms, and he's actually complaining?

"You mean those tentacles?"

"That's just the first phase ability of the Void Eye." Ke Weili pursed her lips. "Most of our Gulandor clan specialize in either summoning or eye technique. But I'm a rare genius who awakened both talents. Eboregth is one of our most powerful summoned beings, and my Void Eye is also an exceptionally strong eye technique."

"I know your Heavenly Dao Clan has something called the Eye of the Emperor. I wondered if I could transfer my eye technique to you—and surprisingly, it worked!"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose bridge. Devilkin abilities truly defy imagination. First she recognized me as a child of the Heavenly Dao, now she can transfer eye technique!

"The Void Eye's first ability summons Void Tentacles to immobilize enemies—regardless of their cultivation level!" Ke Weili continued.

"Regardless of level? That's heaven-defying!" Ling Feng's eyes widened in shock.

"Theoretically, even an immortal emperor could be restrained for three breaths if you successfully summon the tentacles—though you'd likely never get the chance to try." Ke Weili shrugged. "Of course, as your cultivation improves, you can summon more tentacles and extend the duration."

Ling Feng nodded. This eye technique is incredible!

"I can only awaken the first phase of your Void Eye now. Whether it evolves further depends on you. If you reach the ninth phase like me, you might even summon void beings as powerful as Eboregth."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, recalling the apocalyptic power of the Three-Headed Colossal Monster. "How does the Void Eye evolve?"

"Eye technique cultivation varies by individual. Our methods won't suit you. Moreover, as a child of the Heavenly Dao with unique bloodline, your Void Eye might mutate unpredictably. You'll need to discover your own path for its evolution."

Resting her chin on her hand, Ke Weili added, "Even if your Void Eye never evolves, mastering the void tentacle summoning alone would make you formidable."

After thanking Ke Weili again, Ling Feng turned his attention to refining the Realm-Piercing Shuttle.

Once this is done, I can finally leave this hellhole!

Watching his back, a sly glint flashed through Ke Weili's beautiful eyes.

Her "gift" to Ling Feng might not have been so kind hearted—because from that moment on, he was branded as one of the devilkin. Even if he kept his head down and avoided provoking the Heaven-Patrolling Clan, other godly powers at odds with the devils would never stop coming after him.

This way, he'll have no choice but to rescue her with all his might!

After some time, Ling Feng successfully refined the shuttle. Storing the map and ring Ke Weili gave him, he hesitated before leaving. Instead, he asked about the red-furred monster-infested areas.

My Slaughterous and Reincarnated Sword Wills have reached peak novice mastery. This is the perfect opportunity to advance them further—I can't waste it.

Though he couldn't stay separated from his body indefinitely, a little more time wouldn't hurt.

Instantly understanding his intent, Ke Weili giggled and personally transported him to a canyon—giving him another "privileged" princess-carry experience along the way.

There, Ling Feng summoned his Slaughterous and Reincarnated Swords, charging into the canyon to slaughter monsters and hone his sword wills.

...

Outside the Four Spirits Divine-Sealing Tablet.

"Damn it, it's been three days already!"

The Despicable Donkey sat cross-legged beside "Ling Feng's" body, muttering, "Zifeng, we've done our best. Let's just bury him already and discuss dividing his inheritance. I'll take the Five Elements Heavenly Palace—no objections, right?"

"Ling Feng" turned to glare at the donkey. "It's because you didn't try hard enough with the soul summoning that Master's soul hasn't returned!"

"Bullshit! This divine beast throat's hoarse from shouting!" The donkey coughed exaggeratedly.

"You were slacking off!"

"Whatever you say." The donkey flopped onto his back, crossing his hind legs. "As they say, 'Ignore this divine beast's advice and suffer the consequences.' I've done all I can. Once three days pass, no amount of wailing will bring this kid back."

"You heartless jerk! After how well Master treated you!"

"Treat me well?" The donkey sprang up indignantly. "This brat always—"

Mid-rant, he paused. After some thought, he realized Ling Feng had indeed been exceptionally good to him—sharing treasures, cleaning up his messes...

Though constantly called "Despicable Donkey," Ling Feng had never treated him as a mere demonic pet, but as a friend and companion!

The donkey's eyes grew moist. "Damn you, kid! Why'd you have to die so young? This divine beast..."

"Waaah... Master, you died so tragically!" Zifeng wailed through Ling Feng's body.

The three-day deadline approached. The Soul-Returning Incense before Ling Feng's body burned down to its last moments—once extinguished, his soul could never return.

"Brat, you better get your ass back here!" the donkey suddenly roared, tears streaming down his face. "If you don't die, this divine beast will let you pick treasures first from now on! You can take the lion's share of everything! Damn it... why's my face so wet?"

Only now did the donkey realize how much Ling Feng had truly meant to him.

"Oh? Is that a promise, Despicable Donkey?"

A familiar breeze stirred as Ling Feng's soul suddenly materialized, looking down at the donkey with an amused smirk.