Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Then came the day they accepted a mission that would lead to an unprecedented crisis. While clearing out a den of Dark Attribute Martial Artist assassins, Dilaka faced fierce resistance. Yet, no matter how strong the counterattack, victory should have been easily within their grasp.

After eliminating the group of Dark Attribute assassins, the two were overjoyed. Completing this mission meant they could finally be permanently stationed at Holy Tomb Mountain. However, at that very moment, a Saint Realm Poison Cauldron Master burst onto the scene and unleashed an incredibly terrifying, poisonous Combat Skill. The target was none other than him—the Sword Cultivator!

A Combat Skill from a Saint Realm Poison Cauldron Master was certain death for anyone caught unprepared. And this Poison Cauldron Master’s timing was perfect, appearing in an instant when Dilaka was completely off guard and unleashing the skill. For a moment, he felt the Death God descending upon him. But just as the deadly poison was released, the figure who had appeared before him countless times in moments of life and death did so once more, taking the full force of the killing blow with his own body!

"Junior Brother!!"

He would never forget Feng Chaoming’s agony and ghastly state. Rage filled him with immense power, and in an instant, he erupted with a Sword Intent that surpassed his realm, obliterating the Saint Realm Poison Cauldron Master. Although Feng Chaoming’s body was exceptionally tough and he had managed to put up some hasty defenses, the poison still invaded his body. Thankfully, he suppressed it with his powerful Primordial Power. They believed that once back at Holy Tomb Mountain, with Linghai’s medicinal pills and Nameless’s power, expelling it would be no issue—as long as the trace of poison hadn’t spread.

At that point, they were pushed to their limits. One had exhausted his Primordial Power to unleash a Sword Intent beyond his realm; the other had used all his Primordial Power to suppress the poison in his body. If nothing else happened, they would have considered the extreme mission complete.

But just then, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him, his Primordial Power utterly depleted. A sharp dagger, like the Death God’s reaping scythe, aimed straight for his back. Though he sensed the danger behind him, the enemy’s appearance was too stealthy and the attack too fast. He had no strength left to react.

But, as always, without a moment’s hesitation, Feng Chaoming sent him flying with a punch and took his place. The sharp dagger, imbued with a terrifying Corrosive Power, slashed down viciously! With a flash of dark light, Feng Chaoming only had time for a single motion: he thrust out his right arm, holding it before him, attempting to block the full-force strike of the Dark Attribute Martial Artist with his own body.

But Feng Chaoming, the man who was like a giant of steel in his eyes... failed to create a miracle this time.

SCHLICK!

The distinct sound of slicing and tearing came from in front of Feng Chaoming. The next moment, blood geysered from his left wrist and cheek. Yet, Feng Chaoming didn’t let out a single groan of pain. Instead, he unreservedly unleashed all the Primordial Power he’d been using to suppress the poison. He threw a punch, directly shattering the Dark Attribute Martial Artist’s chest and rupturing their heart and lungs. The final hidden assassin collapsed, and the battle was over. But when Dilaka scrambled over to Feng Chaoming’s side, he saw a sight that would be seared into his memory forever.

"COUGH! COUGH!"

Pitch-black blood, mixed with a foul-smelling, viscous substance, spewed from Feng Chaoming’s mouth. His blood-soaked left cheek was mangled beyond recognition by the Dark Attribute Martial Artist’s Corrosive Power. A complete hand, severed from his body, fell to the ground before him, utterly decayed by the Corrosive Power.

"Senior Brother, you...!"

"Junior Brother... I’m sorry... From now on... I can’t... protect you anymore..."

Those few short words exhausted the last of Feng Chaoming’s strength. Even with his immense Willpower, he finally fell completely unconscious.

Dilaka remembered what happened next with perfect clarity. Once he recovered a sliver of his Primordial Power, he used that and his astonishing perseverance to carry Feng Chaoming back to Holy Tomb Mountain. The moment they arrived, the entire mountain was thrown into chaos. Nameless, Linghai, and numerous Elders all intervened at once, but ultimately, they were powerless to reverse his fate.

The moment Feng Chaoming chose to unleash the Primordial Power suppressing the poison, his fate was sealed. There was no longer any chance of saving him. The poison had already spread through his meridians to his entire body. Nameless and the Elders did everything in their power, managing only to slow the poison’s spread to a crawl, but they could not stop its inexorable corrosion. Perhaps this would allow Feng Chaoming to live out his life peacefully, but it also stripped him of his status as a powerful expert and doomed him to endure the daily agony of the poison’s advance.

Watching Feng Chaoming day by day—his hair turning white and falling out, his muscles withering away, his body growing more hunched—Dilaka felt a pain no one could possibly understand. In his eyes, Feng Chaoming had always been like a great Mountain Range, his unshakeable guardian. Now, that mountain had collapsed, and the guilt in his heart erupted. It was on that day that Dilaka’s head of black hair turned stark white, his handsome face aging in an instant.

Reflecting on their centuries together, he finally understood how much this man, now mangled beyond recognition, had sacrificed and given for him. He made a resolute decision: he would never again leave Holy Tomb Mountain. He would become Feng Chaoming’s shield; he would become his mountain. But on the very day after he made this vow, Feng Chaoming disappeared. He vanished without a trace. No one knew where he went, and no one would give Dilaka any news of him. It was as if he had evaporated into thin air, as if he had never existed in this world at all. Until today.

"Where have you been all these years?" Dilaka composed himself. He was, after all, no longer the man he once was. People have to grow up. If he had been a child who would never grow up as long as Feng Chaoming was by his side, then after Feng Chaoming left, he had become a completely different person.

"Where have I been?" Feng Chaoming also noticed his own loss of composure. ’I seem to be crying a lot lately,’ he thought. ’But they’re mostly tears of joy, so it’s not too unseemly.’ "I haven’t been anywhere all these years. I’ve been on Holy Tomb Mountain the whole time."

Dilaka was stunned, his expression darkening. "Impossible! If you were on Holy Tomb Mountain, how could I not have seen you even once in eighty years?!"

Feng Chaoming chuckled. "If a person truly wants to hide, they could be right in front of you every day, and you might not recognize them."

Dilaka still couldn’t believe it and pressed on, "Then where did you stay all these years?"

"Holy Beast Mountain."

"..."

This time, Dilaka finally believed him. He wouldn’t have believed any other location Feng Chaoming named, but Holy Beast Mountain... that was the one place he would have never expected.

"You’re really something, hiding for eighty years straight without telling anyone. That’s just like you."

But just as Dilaka said this, he suddenly saw a mischievous smile on Feng Chaoming’s face and had a sudden realization. He cursed, "So that’s it! You bastards actually conspired to keep me, and only me, in the dark! Spit it out, who else knew besides Nameless?!"

Feng Chaoming looked at the fuming Dilaka with a smile and said calmly, "Well, about that... it seems everyone who was there that day knew. Everyone except you."

Dilaka’s anger finally boiled over. He roared, "Fine! Fine! You’re all ruthless! And so damn tight-lipped! Not a single word leaked in eighty whole years! Since you hid for eighty years, what are you doing here looking for me now?! Go back to being a coward hiding in your shell!"

"Haha." Feng Chaoming laughed, taking his left hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, and patting Dilaka’s shoulder. "You really haven’t changed. The face you make when you’re angry is exactly the same as it was back then."

"Same as back then, my foot! Huh?" Dilaka slapped Feng Chaoming’s left hand away. Just as he was about to yell, he let out a soft sound of surprise. His gaze followed Feng Chaoming’s left arm down to his hand, where he saw a fair palm that looked as if it were newly born. At that moment, he finally noticed all the changes in Feng Chaoming!

"Senior Brother, you! You! What is this?"

"I’ve returned."

Those two simple words made Dilaka burst into tears once more. This had always been an insurmountable weight on his heart. The missing hand, the blinded eye, the body corroded by deadly poison—they replayed in his mind like a constant nightmare. That was why he had thrown all his energy into managing Holy Tomb Mountain, trying to completely distract his Spirit. But now, seeing Feng Chaoming’s perfectly whole hand and his restored body, Dilaka froze as if hit by an Immobilization Spell, unable to move for a long time.

"Are you really... Senior Brother?" After a long moment, Dilaka finally broke free from his stupor and blurted out the question.

"Haha..."

Afterward, Feng Chaoming told Dilaka everything: how he had met Mu Chen, how their paths had crossed, and how Mu Chen had helped him restore his arm and cleanse the poison from his body.

It was only after hearing this that it all clicked for Dilaka. He, of course, knew about Mu Chen’s past—how he had been missing an entire arm, yet had mysteriously recovered it three years ago.

"So that’s how it was. Then what did Little Muchen ask from you in return, Senior Brother? If you don’t have enough, you can take anything of mine, including the Supreme Secret Scripture," Dilaka said hurriedly. He knew exactly what restoring his arm and cleansing the poison meant to Feng Chaoming—it was a second chance at life!

But upon hearing this, Feng Chaoming just shook his head and sighed. "He didn’t ask for anything."

Dilaka’s mouth fell open in astonishment. "He didn’t ask for anything?"

Feng Chaoming said, "That’s right, nothing at all. He only borrowed my authority to enter Holy Tomb Mountain and absorb the Light Attribute Elemental Power inside."

"This..."

Dilaka was speechless. ’No matter what,’ he thought to himself, ’I must find a way to do something for Mu Chen in the future...’