chsdbacks Chapter 465 I Tried to Refine a Pill, but I Accidentally Created a Small Moon
Chapter 465 I Tried to Refine a Pill, but I Accidentally Created a Small Moon
Not a single person dared breathe too loudly. Daoist Soul Reaper let out a slow, raspy laugh from above.
"Heh..." The sound echoed like bones grinding together.
"You can smell it?"
His massive black robe fluttered as endless ghostly faces formed behind him, each one screaming in agony.
"Then you should also be able to smell your own death."
BOOOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens trembled.
A pillar of death qi descended from the sky like a collapsing world, crushing everything in its path.
The ground beneath Clear Moon City cracked violently, spreading spiderweb fractures across miles. Entire buildings collapsed instantly.
Yet... Right at the center of that destruction, Lin Feng did not move. Not even half a step.
The terrifying black energy split apart before reaching him, like water parting around an immovable mountain. Some cultivators screamed. Others froze completely.
Yuan Bao, still seated in his chair, slowly set down his teacup.
"Well..." he muttered.
"Now it’s starting." Lin Feng tilted his head slightly, as though mildly disappointed.
"This is why I skipped breakfast."
He sighed.
"Always so impatient."
"Alright then, let’s wrap this up quickly. I still have to teach my class. I don’t want to be late."
Lin Feng’s voice was calm, almost casual, as though the world-shaking catastrophe above him was nothing more than a slight inconvenience interrupting his morning schedule.
He rolled his shoulders lazily, then raised his gaze toward the sky where Daoist Soul Reaper hovered amidst endless death qi.
"Give me your strongest move," Lin Feng said. "After that, I’ll have you meet your maker."
The words were light. So light that for a brief moment, the entire battlefield fell into an unnatural silence. Even the howling wind seemed to hesitate.
"IMPUDENT!!!" Daoist Soul Reaper’s roar shattered the stillness like a thunderclap tearing through reality itself.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens quaked violently.
Countless ghostly faces twisted in rage behind him, screaming as endless streams of death qi erupted outward like an ocean overturning the sky.
"I will bury you together with this entire city!" he bellowed. "After that, I will refine every soul here into my eternal nourishment!" His skeletal arms spread wide.
The world darkened instantly. Above Clear Moon City, the sky itself began to collapse inward. Not metaphorically. Literally.
Space twisted, folded, and compressed as Daoist Soul Reaper gathered everything into a single point above him.
The entire atmosphere turned heavy, suffocating, as though existence itself was being crushed into a singularity of annihilation. A gigantic sphere of blackness formed.
It was not simply darkness. It was refined death qi, resentment, curse energy, and countless shattered souls compressed together into a single apocalyptic construct.
It expanded rapidly until it covered the entire sky. From the ground, it looked like a second universe had replaced the heavens... one made entirely of extinction.
Millions of wailing spirits could be seen trapped inside its surface, their faces pressing outward in agony, their mouths open in eternal screams.
The pressure dropped. Then surged. Then dropped again. Each fluctuation caused entire blocks of Clear Moon City to collapse.
Cracks spread across the earth like living veins.
Mortals screamed as their bodies were forced to the ground. Some fainted again instantly.
Others cried while clutching their heads, unable to even comprehend what they were witnessing.
"This... this is the end..."
"We’re all going to die..."
"No one can survive this..."
Even cultivators who had once considered themselves powerful now felt like insects under a falling mountain. At the center of it all, Lin Feng stood alone.
His robes fluttered gently in the wind of destruction.
The terrifying pressure that could crush Nascent Soul cultivators like ants passed over him as though he were standing in a calm breeze.
He looked up at the descending sphere. A black sun of death. A culmination of countless massacres. A technique that should have erased everything it touched.
Lin Feng tilted his head slightly.
"A bit dramatic."
He sighed.
"I really should’ve eaten first."
Far above, Daoist Soul Reaper’s eyes burned with killing intent.
"Die!!!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! The black sphere descended. Faster than light. Heavier than mountains.
It tore through the sky as it fell, dragging reality itself downward with it. The world beneath it warped and cracked as if space were being rewritten.
Everything it passed through disintegrated. Buildings vanished. Ground collapsed. Even sound itself was swallowed.
"Master Lin Feng!!!"
Countless people screamed in despair. Yet Lin Feng did not move. Not even slightly. The massive sphere reached him in an instant. Lin Feng slowly raised a single finger.
Just one. Lightly. Casually. As though he were tapping a floating leaf.
"Ding." A soft, almost cheerful sound echoed across the battlefield. For a fraction of a second, nothing changed. The world inverted. The massive sphere of death qi stopped.
It hung in the air above Lin Feng’s fingertip like a frozen nightmare. Daoist Soul Reaper’s pupils contracted violently.
"What...?"
A split second later...
Crack.
A faint sound. Then the sphere began to collapse. But not outward. Not exploding. Inward.
It folded into itself like a reversed tide, spiraling violently toward Lin Feng’s fingertip.
"What is happening?!" Daoist Soul Reaper’s voice finally broke. The colossal sphere twisted faster and faster.
Millions of souls inside it screamed as their existence was forcibly stripped apart.
Layers of death qi that had taken him thousands of years to refine were erased in moments, compressed into an impossible point of absorption.
"No... NO!!" Daoist Soul Reaper roared and tried to reinforce it. But it was useless.
His connection to the technique was being severed as if something beyond cultivation itself was overriding it. Like a higher authority erasing a lower law.
The sphere shrank. Ten thousand meters. One thousand. One hundred. Ten. One.
Then...
Ding.
It vanished. Not shattered. Not dispersed. Gone. As though it had never existed. The sky returned to normal.
Sunlight faintly peeked through the clouds again, as if reality itself was uncertain whether the battle had ever happened.
Silence fell. A heavy, absolute silence. Lin Feng slowly lowered his hand.