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Under the pressure of Miasma, the words extracted from Lan Yuanfeng left Ye Feng both shocked and speechless. If what the Master of the Flowing Cloud Villa of Blue Stream Villa said was true, it could only mean two things. First, the treasures at the four corners must indeed exist; otherwise, this Martial Saint would not have paid such a price to set up this scheme. Second, Ye Feng was particularly concerned that Haotian Shura True Monarch had deceived him—at least in certain matters, he had been misled!
What did it mean that he was at the center of the formation? This notion was brutally shattered by Lan Yuanfeng's explanation! No matter how one looked at it, a person on the verge of decay had no need to deceive himself. Thus, Ye Feng began to wonder if that Avatar in the Mural World truly concealed something significant.
This hidden truth might be enough to push him into a dead end! So, when that Avatar sought his help and even granted him the foundation of Divine Soul, what reason did he have to deceive himself? What could he possibly gain from lying to himself?
Ye Feng couldn't comprehend it; there were too many intricate details involved. Even considering the immense temptation represented by those four corners, he had lost interest in probing further. He only wanted to clarify what the other party was concealing or rather, why he would lie to himself.
Thinking from another angle, since the other party clearly had the power to capture his soul and could easily kill him, he probably wasn't bored enough to toy with a junior for ten thousand years. A true Old Monster shouldn't possess such malicious amusement!
However, no matter how he pondered, Ye Feng couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. He could only subconsciously add more fog to this matter and decided not to dwell on it further. He also began to reconsider whether it was still necessary for him to delve into the depths to ascertain Titan's fate.
Since you are willing to deceive me at all costs, perhaps I can also choose to ignore your request without hesitation? With both sides canceling each other out, it would be as if we had never met. In fact, they hadn't even made any substantial encounter. As for the Divine Soul that fellow had bestowed upon him, it was merely temporary. Although it had helped him break through the bottleneck of Seven Transformations of Chaos Decision and provided him with a map of Underground Palace, gratitude for this was fleeting!
Wait! A map? Ye Feng suddenly jolted with excitement! Yes! He still had a map! Compared to Lan Yuanfeng and others who spent decades trying to locate those four corners, he could perfectly resolve the issue with just one map!
Even though he didn't know the coordinates of those four corners, following the map's guidance would likely lead him to those points in no time! Thus, fundamentally speaking, he was actually the biggest beneficiary in this matter! The thought of potentially discovering an Ancient Divine Artifact thrilled him!
It was like holding a banner in his arms; Ye Feng trembled slightly. To Lan Yuanfeng beside him, it seemed like Ye Feng was too young and fearful about not overcoming the current crisis. This former Martial Saint couldn't help but speak up: "Life and death are fated; wealth and nobility are determined by heaven."
"Young friend need not take it too seriously. Since fate treats us this way, no amount of resentment is useful; it's better to face it calmly!"
Just moments ago, he had been comforted by Ye Feng; now he found himself in the role of a comforter. Just as he had said before, life is unpredictable and often absurd!
Ye Feng was pulled back to reality by his words, realizing his earlier lapse. He couldn't help but chuckle, then spoke strangely, "Lan Manor Master, if I said I have the ability to dispel this Miasma, I mean if—"
"If we can survive this! What do you want to do next?" His tone was ethereal, creating an illusion that made one believe it could become a reality.
Lan Yuanfeng was momentarily taken aback, almost nodding subconsciously, but the harsh reality broke through, and he bitterly smiled, "Young friend, don't joke around. Do you really think there's such a possibility?"
Ye Feng disregarded his expression and replied with a smile, "Just a hypothetical. If life can't hold some fantasies, wouldn't it be too dull?"
Perhaps influenced by his openness, Lan Yuanfeng's gaze also became dreamy. Imagining that he could survive, he couldn't help but say, "If I could escape from here, I fear I still wouldn't let go of my obsessions!"
He was indeed an honest person, not deceiving Ye Feng by claiming he would completely repent and correct his mistakes! He still had One Heart set on pursuing the secrets of this Underground Palace!
However, this very statement solidified Ye Feng's earlier plan and made him believe in this former Martial Saint! People lying isn't a big deal; what's frightening is when someone speaks the truth and you take it as a lie!
Ye Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps I can join you in seeking your obsessions. Our goals are actually the same; we both want to grow stronger. This is what all martial artists, cultivators, and even mortals pursue. There's nothing wrong with that, even if your methods are somewhat disgraceful!"
"But to carry it through and be a thorough villain is better than being a sinner who gives up halfway and is criticized. Don't you think so, Lan Manor Master?"
His words carried a deeper tone. Lan Yuanfeng was surprised that this young friend could express such insights but shook his head in response. "Rather than continuing to fantasize, it's better to face reality calmly. Didn't you just advise me on that?"
Ye Feng smiled like a child. He had never been a good person; to be precise, he wasn't entirely good. This world, like his previous life, had too much inhumanity. As a cultivator, he retained the last vestiges of humanity,
But that humanity was reserved only for those he cared about. Lan Yuanfeng had indeed caused many deaths on Yue Ma Plain, yet he was still alive, and those he cared about were doing well. Therefore, there was no need for him to harbor deep resentment against this soon-to-be decayed fellow.
Moreover, he was currently helping him; perhaps he could still be of greater use!
“Lan Manor Master, without further ado, I am very interested in the four corner positions you mentioned. If we can escape from here, I hope we can have a longer cooperation. What do you think?” Ye Feng stated directly, no longer speaking in riddles.
Lan Yuanfeng was left speechless upon hearing this. He looked at this sixteen-year-old with profound cultivation, an innocent appearance, yet possessing remarkable depth and hidden ambitions that were unimaginable to others. He couldn't help but be stunned.
However, he lowered his head and replied somewhat bitterly, “If there is a possibility, Old Man would also be willing to stand side by side with you, young friend, but...”
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Feng interrupted him coldly, saying, “That’s enough. Lan Manor Master, I hope you can keep your word. If you go back on it later, I won’t be able to spare you. You know that only the dead can keep secrets perfectly!”
After saying this, disregarding Lan Yuanfeng's astonished gaze, Ye Feng quickly took out a flag from his pocket and focused intently, swiftly infusing it with Soul Thought. Feeling the undeniable ancient aura within it, he wasted no time in activating it with Vital Energy.
Soon, this seemingly ordinary flag, which countless martial artists regarded as worthless, began to sway in the wind like waves. The ancient scenes of the Titan clan slaughtering the demon clan on the flag became increasingly vivid, and a ghostly face revealed a distorted and eerie transformation!
At this moment, although Lan Yuanfeng did not understand why Ye Feng would take out such an unremarkable flag at this time, he was the first to sense that this flag was extraordinary! He could only exclaim “This!” before being completely stunned into silence.
Because this flag might be the Ancient Divine Artifact - Soul Guiding Banner, which had been sleeping deep within the Underground Palace for over Ten Thousand Years, finally beginning to emit its inherent aura!
Around the flag, some ethereal and peculiar glazed breaths flowed out. They resembled powder but were more like joyful spirits! These powder-like spirits detached from the flag itself and seemed to happily absorb the long-lost air!
But suddenly, they realized that this air was not so pleasant because some dark Miasma was causing trouble! Thus, they began to get angry! Those seemingly few particles of powder floated toward the terrifying engulfing Miasma!
At this moment, from a distance, Bailuo, using his extraordinary vision as a demon clan member, looked at Ye Feng taking out a ridiculous flag and couldn't help but burst into laughter: “Hahaha! This is truly amusing! Even if you plan to give up resistance, must you be so ridiculous?”
“Do you think you’ll have an epitaph after dying? Trying to use a broken piece as a tombstone? Hahaha! Spare me! My Soul Destruction Rampage will leave you with not even a hair left! Don’t say just a flag; even your Divine Soul will be devoured into nothingness!”
This mocking laughter reached Ye Feng's ears from afar but nothing more. However, the distant scene caused Bailuo's laughter to stop abruptly as Lan Yuanfeng was the first to exclaim in astonishment: “Those... those Miasma, are they retreating?”
The terrifying Miasma approaching them began to retreat slightly upon discovering the powdery, glazed wisps, a realization that made Lan Yuanfeng tremble with excitement. He couldn't help but glance at the focused Ye Feng, seemingly feeling that what had just been said would come true! A beautiful dream realized!
In contrast to Lan Yuanfeng's excitement, Bailuo went into a frenzy of disbelief: "This is impossible! How can this be! What tricks are you playing! Why! Why is this happening!"
The obvious panic and fear in his voice elicited a mocking smile from Ye Feng, who calmly replied, "Nothing is impossible. This world is far from what your demon race imagines; we humans are not so easy to bully!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng was done playing around! He shouted loudly, urging the conscious gas flowing from the banner to resolve the situation quickly! The powdery, glazed breath seemed to sense its new master's anger and began to spread rapidly!
The speed of expansion was incredibly fast! It was hundreds of times quicker than the terrifying Miasma, which originally spread at a very slow rate. The Miasma stood no chance against this group of Powdery Spirits. In the fleeting expressions of ghostly faces, there was endless fear and dread!
In their eyes, the powdery form represented not spirits but true demons! The demons were resurrecting and beginning to devour everything in reverse! The Miasma, which had been terrifying just a moment ago, instantly became a weak force under the spirit of the banner, collapsing completely!
A point was touched by the powdery demons, and then the vast Miasma began to falter from that point, as if a small ventilation hole had been opened in space, drawing in all the Miasma!
In just a few breaths' time, the terrifying and fear-inducing Miasma was completely devoured. The environment within this layer of the Underground Palace became remarkably clear again. The oppressive and suffocating air that had previously weighed on everyone now felt incredibly refreshing as it filled their lungs.
Ye Feng also gazed at the clear-minded space and realized just how powerful the Ancient Divine Artifact truly was!
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