Bang, bang, bang!
The entire palace was filled with Hao Tian’s powerful magical aura.
Even a Quasi-Saint strong person approaching this great magical power would suffer backlash and injury.
"Hongmeng Purple Qi, grant me fusion."
"Heavenly Dao Origin, refine."
Hao Tian roared in his heart.
Using supreme magical power to drive the Hongmeng Purple Qi, refining, municating its Heavenly Dao Origin power, attempting to integrate it into himself to break through realms, achieving the legendary Saint Realm!
In the early years of refining, the Hongmeng Purple Qi was extremely gentle, and myriad rules of power had no rejection, seeming to perfectly harmonize with his mana.
Hao Tian was naturally overjoyed, thinking himself the true Heavenly Destiny Seventh Saint.
Thus he did not slacken even for a moment.
"Why does it feel somewhat off?"
As Hao Tian touched the Heavenly Dao Origin within the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
He suddenly felt something was amiss.
But reaching this point, it was already irreversible.
"Hongmeng Purple Qi being nurtured by Heavenly Dao, there’s no issue."
"Heavenly Dao Origin cannot be false."
Hao Tian thought to himself, ignoring it and continued to urge his mana to refine.
However!
As time passed.
As the refining deepened.
Hao Tian increasingly felt something wasn’t right.
Although the Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared patible with him on the surface, internally it seemed to harbor a sinister force.
This force was at times violent, at times gentle, as if secretly observing him, waiting for the right moment.
Hao Tian felt a vague unease in his heart, but his desire for Hongmeng Purple Qi and for sanctity had already driven him to madness.
"Perhaps this is the wonder of Hongmeng Purple Qi."
"I refuse to be lower than the Saints, even if they have disappeared, they are not dead nor annihilated, they must still exist."
"I am the Master of Heavenly Court, Master of Heaven and Earth."
"Only by being a Saint can one truly be the Master of Heaven and Earth."
"Hongmeng Purple Qi."
"I must refine it."
Hao Tian roared inwardly, even sensing something was off, he told himself it was merely the nature of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and that continuing refinement would lead to plete control over it.
However.
Just as he was about to touch the true Heavenly Dao Origin of Hongmeng Purple Qi, an anomaly occurred suddenly!
The sinister force within the Hongmeng Purple Qi suddenly erupted, transforming into countless violent rule powers, instantly bursting out in Hao Tian’s body, almost instantaneously, frantically impacting his Primordial Spirit and Physical Body.
"Ah!" Hao Tian screamed miserably, caught off guard, only feeling intense pain from the depths of his Primordial Spirit, as if countless sharp blades were slicing through his soul. He wanted to stop refining, but found he could no longer control the situation. The Hongmeng Purple Qi seemed to have turned into a bottomless abyss, crazily devouring his mana and vitality.
His flesh was stirred by this rule power, blood-red fresh blood was vomited incessantly.
The aura on his body became inparably chaotic.
"What... what’s happening!"
Hao Tian was infinitely shocked in his heart, finally realizing he might have been tricked.
But it was too late by now.
Boom!
The Heavenly Dao Origin within the Hongmeng Purple Qi suddenly exploded, transforming into a destructive force, directly striking his Primordial Spirit.
"Guh."
Hao Tian felt his vision darken, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against the wall of the Heavenly Court.
His aura instantly wilted, the majestic Heavenly Emperor’s form now seemed exceedingly weak.
His plexion was pale as paper, his mouth continuously bleeding, the Heavenly Emperor’s Robe on his body was also stained red with blood.
His Primordial Spirit suffered heavy damage, mana nearly collapsed, he didn’t even have the strength to stand back up.
Suffering severe injury.
Even the trauma of the Primordial Spirit.
"This... this isn’t the true Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
"This is fake."
Hao Tian finally realized.
His heart filled with anger and regret.
He recalled when the Hongmeng Purple Qi first appeared in the Mortal World, Zhao Feng did not participate in the struggle but instead remained extremely calm.
At that time, he believed Zhao Feng was aware of his inadequate strength, dared not pete with him, but upon reflection, this was all Zhao Feng’s scheme.
Moreover.
When Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared in the Mortal World, it was precisely the moment he intended to fully strike against Zhao Feng.
The appearance of this Hongmeng Purple Qi seemed too coincidental.
Thinking of various things.
"Zhao Feng! You dare scheme against me!"
Hao Tian gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
But at this moment, with his aura so depleted, perhaps even without Daluo, even Taiyi could kill him.
This Hongmeng Purple Qi erupted within his body, directly wounding him severely.
"Cough, cough..."
"Soul damage."
"Serious physical injury."
"I, the Emperor... have fallen to such a state."
Haotian struggled to support his body, attempting to circulate mana to heal his wounds, yet his soul had been severely damaged, his mana scattered, unable to gather. He could only barely sit on the ground, allowing blood to seep from the corners of his mouth, his heart filled with unwillingness and rage.
Even the physical pain was nothing pared to the unwillingness and humiliation at this moment.
"Zhao Feng... just you wait, I will never let you go!"
Haotian growled softly, his voice filled with killing intent.
He knew that his serious injury this time might affect the Heavenly Court.
Such serious injury.
It might be difficult to recover even in thousands or tens of thousands of years.
Especially the trauma to his soul, which is even harder to recover.
His foundation was destroyed by Zhao Feng.
Even at this moment, the real Hongmeng Purple Qi falls into his hands, Haotian would have no chance to refine it.
And all of this was thanks to Zhao Feng!
Meanwhile.
In the distant Eastern Continent, Zhao Feng within the Heavenly Palace was looking in the direction of the Heavenly Court.
The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile.
"Hahaha."
"The arrangement succeeded."
"Haotian, you thought you were the Heavenly Emperor, believed yourself powerful, believed that everything was under your control."
"But you ultimately underestimated me and underestimated Qin." Zhao Feng murmured to himself, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.
He knew that Haotian would surely hate him to the core after being seriously injured this time.
But would Zhao Feng care?
This arrangement.
Succeeded.
His strength reached the level of Haotian, his authority reached the level of the Heavenly Emperor.
Now it has only bee a chess piece calculated by him.
Zhao Feng.
Has already bee the Chess Player.
"Hongmeng Purple Qi attracts all beings."
"But is the true Hongmeng Purple Qi something you can covet?"
"Furthermore, is the true Hongmeng Purple Qi even real?"
Zhao Feng looked up at the skies, a deep gleam flashing in his eyes.
Through his own meticulous arrangement this time, he came to think of the Hongmeng Purple Qi that the Saints relied upon to achieve sainthood in the past, and now he felt it wasn’t so simple.
Is Hongmeng Purple Qi real?
Is it truly nurtured by the Heavenly Dao?
Heavenly Emperor’s Palace!
Haotian collapsed onto the futon, his breath weak, even unable to recover by himself.
However, at this moment.
His eyes were filled with nothing but hatred and killing intent.
He didn’t even dare to shout loudly or open the formation of the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace.
He knew that if the news of his serious injury got out, even without mentioning the distant futures, those Great Emperors within the Heavenly Court would not sit still, not to mention the Buddhist Sect and other strong beings in the world.
The Heavenly Court had so many enemies, Haotian was naturally worried.
Besides quickly restoring his strength, his position as Heavenly Emperor, and even his life, might be at risk.
"Zhao Feng!"
"You dare to plot against me, just you wait! When I recover my strength, I’ll make you beg for life, and wish for death!"
Haotian growled softly, even while gravely injured now, he only thought of tearing Zhao Feng to pieces.
But at this moment.
Outside the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace.
The Turquoise Pool approached in mid-air.
"Greetings, Empress."
The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals guarding outside the palace all knelt to salute.
"Hmm."
The Turquoise Pool nodded.
With a wave of her hand.
She took out a token.
The originally sealed formation immediately opened a gap.
Just now.
She felt something amiss within the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace, a vague unease in her heart.
Though much was obscured by the formation, she kept her attention on the palace, the stormy force fluctuations made her heart race.
As the Empress, she was intimately familiar with Haotian’s breath, yet the force just now was filled with destruction and chaos, pletely unlike the breath Haotian should have.
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