The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1264: Ye Feng in the Mist

In the void.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect looked at the advancing Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans, whose face was twisted in a sinister grin, exuding a chilling aura that made one’s heart tremble.

At this moment.

The Grand Elder felt a despair as if certain death awaited him.

"Even if I die, I won’t let you devour me!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect adopted the Taiji stance once more, and the two forces within his body fully integrated at that moment, erupting with a terrifying energy.

Then, he began to swell!

"Self-detonation?"

"Retreat to avoid the blast!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe and the others hastily backed away.

"Die, all of you!"

This time, it was the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect charging towards the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans with resolute determination.

But in the next instant.

A wisp of Chaos Mist drifted over, striking the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect squarely on the forehead, forcing him out of his self-detonation state. His injuries began healing visibly at an alarming speed.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to peak condition.

"What’s going on?"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect was stunned. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The crowd, sensing a shift, quickly turned their gaze toward the Myriad Clans Continent, their eyes landing on Ye Feng.

At this very moment.

Ye Feng’s body was exploding!

Bursts of Chaos Mist erupted from within him, like sharp blades effortlessly tearing through the void, shredding nearby black boulders into fragments.

The destructive power was terrifying beyond words!

Each wisp of this energy could obliterate a Peak Supreme Saint, and severely wound a first-layer cultivator in the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

"My injuries are healed!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect was flabbergasted.

Soon, he realized that the Chaos Mist wrapped around him revolved for a couple of cycles before returning to Ye Feng, and he finally understood.

"Was it Sect Master Ye who saved me?!"

The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans, on the other hand, was filled with uncertainty.

"That damn Ye Feng!"

"Even after entering the Enlightenment State, he still takes the time to save the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect. Infuriating!"

"No matter!"

"The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect’s injuries may have healed, but killing him again will suffice."

"Kill!"

The Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans attacked once more.

However!

A mutation occurred.

Before anyone could reach the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, they were stopped as another burst of Chaos Mist erupted from Ye Feng. Like dozens of streams of Chaos Sword Qi, it slashed through the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans on the spot.

They shattered instantly, reduced to a soul state.

"Damn it!"

"Curse you, Ye Feng!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe stomped in frustration.

The Origin he had painstakingly accumulated was obliterated by a single wisp of Chaos Mist from Ye Feng, leaving him utterly enraged.

But alas, Ye Feng was too strong.

Even though they wished to kill him every passing moment, they simply did not possess the strength to do so.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The leaders of the Myriad Clans were terrified, fleeing back to the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain. They reverted to their Black Ancient Coffin forms, absorbing the Origin emanating from the Divine Mountain to recover.

In the void.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect and others breathed a collective sigh of relief.

They reconvened near the Myriad Clans Continent, gazing at Ye Feng, who sat cross-legged upon it.

At this very moment.

Ye Feng’s body continued to explode, with parts of it having already transformed into a Chaos Mist state, leaving him in an uncanny and unstable condition.

"What just happened?"

None present could understand.

With their level of comprehension and observation, they simply couldn’t deduce what Ye Feng was experiencing.

On the ground.

Ye Feng had fallen into a deep slumber.

His consciousness now resided in a peculiar state. He could see everything happening in the outside world but couldn’t control his body. He could only watch as he continually self-destructed.

The earlier occurrence where the Chaos Mist intervened to save the Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect was purely a reflex of his body.

"Is my body really this incredible?"

"Even acting on instinct alone, it accomplishes exactly what I wish it would."

"However, my state seems far from good!"

Ye Feng thought to himself.

He could feel his formidable physique disintegrating, even his Holy Divine Form becoming unsustainable.

This phenomenon was unprecedented.

"Truly bizarre."

Ye Feng couldn’t help but mutter.

Before long.

He noticed his hands and feet had completely disintegrated, turning into masses of mist that spread outward, gradually engulfing his body.

From an outside perspective.

Ye Feng’s physical form had vanished.

All that remained was a humanoid mist, barely discernible as Ye Feng.

An hour later.

Ye Feng’s legs detonated, transforming entirely into Chaos Mist and spilling into the void.

Another hour passed.

Ye Feng’s torso also exploded.

"No, don’t!"

Ye Feng’s mouth twitched in despair.

"I can live without hands and feet, but even my family heirloom is gone now? This can’t be happening!"

Ye Feng felt the uncontrollable urge to bang his head against a wall.

But, in this state, he had no means to stop it.

Since entering the Enlightenment State, the myriad Laws, the Power of the World, and his physical strength within his body had continuously collided and fused, transforming into Chaos Mist.

He wanted to stop the process, but it was beyond his control.

With no other options, he could only watch.

The silver lining was that his body’s instincts still functioned. If any of his allies nearby faced danger, his body would act to protect them, which gave Ye Feng some relief.

Not long after.

Ye Feng’s head also disintegrated.

From this point on.

He had become a mass of humanoid Chaos Mist. Yet his consciousness regained control over his body, allowing him to rise slowly once more.

"Damn it!"

"How did I end up like this?"

Ye Feng extended his hands, realizing his entire body was now composed of Chaos Mist. The sight was peculiar, though he found solace in the fact that his strength remained intact.

"Look!"

"Sect Master Ye is awake."

"Why is his whole body shrouded in mist?"

"Is he trying to avoid showing his true form?"

The onlookers noticed the awakened Ye Feng and saw him walking on the ground. Their gazes were flooded with curiosity.

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s mouth twitched.

Avoid showing his true form?

Was this his choice?

Clearly, he had exploded into fragments of Chaos Mist. It wasn’t as though he was intentionally trying to act mysterious!

Ye Feng wanted to cry but had no tears to shed.

As he wandered the Myriad Clans Continent, he extended his hand, observing how his arm was entirely composed of Chaos Mist and devoid of any detectable Laws.

However...

With a thought, a trace of the Power of Space emerged in his palm. Soon after, other Laws gradually surfaced, indicating that nothing had disappeared.

In essence, all of his power had merged into a chaotic state akin to the dawn of creation.

"I see!"

"This is the first step onto an entirely new path."

"Right now, I am like a universe at the birth of chaos, shrouded in mist. Only by gaining further enlightenment can I carve out a new world within myself, perhaps even forge an entire cosmos!"

Ye Feng thought to himself.

He finally understood his condition.

The next moment.

His figure vanished.

In the Misty Boundary.

The entire realm had collapsed, leaving only three fragments corresponding to the Tianlan Prefecture Domain, the Divine Sect Prefecture, and the Ancient Prefecture Domain. These three fragments hovered in the depths of the Chaos Mist like a tripod of power.

At the center of the three prefectures, the Realm Anchoring Stele floated, radiating an immense aura.

Nearby in the void.

Hundreds of Immortal War Generals remained suspended, as if they were the stele’s most loyal guardians.

"The Misty Boundary has turned into chaos."

Ye Feng murmured.

Fortunately, the Tianlan Prefecture Domain, the Ancient Prefecture Domain, and the Divine Sect Prefecture still existed, though veiled by the Chaos Mist. The inhabitants of the prefectures temporarily could not leave their respective domains, effectively isolating them into three independent worlds.

Soon after.

Ye Feng returned to the Myriad Clans Continent.

Still maintaining his humanoid Chaos Mist form, he walked up to the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain and gazed at the ancient coffins there.

"Come, let’s spar!"

Ye Feng declared loudly.

However, the leaders of the Myriad Clans remained silent.

They were afraid.

The current Ye Feng was no longer someone they could contend against. Unless one of the top one hundred Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans emerged and unleashed Hundred Tribulations Realm power, they would stand no chance against him.

"If you won’t come out, then forget it."

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the ground and resumed cultivating the fourth volume of the Time Codex.