Looking at the endless darkness ahead, Feng Qingyang's spiritual sense spread out rapidly, sweeping across all directions with precision, like a storm blowing up from the plain, sweeping across all directions madly.
He was in the realm of king, his soul was extremely powerful, and coupled with the Soul Devouring Power he had already fused with, his consciousness was extremely aggressive. His sharp consciousness swept through the Void Flower, turning the place upside down, as if an extremely powerful power was about to descend.
After being swept across, Feng Qingyang understood where he was. This place was located near the center of the battlefield between the two worlds. The cultivators on both sides were fighting each other. There was no splendor of magical powers, nor strangeness of spells.
There was only a primitive close combat. On this battlefield, some monks who focused on cultivating the physical way took advantage and also saved their own lives.
The rumbling sound continued. Even Feng Qingyang had never thought that after returning from the sealed world, he would be able to resist the power of the rules here.
His spiritual consciousness was like an invisible giant hand, reaching down from the void and accurately checking the four directions. The earth was shaking, angry roars came from the void, and even the dark sky was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, as if the weather was about to change.
The three thousand ancient emperors who control the world, and the eight hundred curse masters who seal the world, their battlefield is rather special, located on a wide open plain, but in the center of this plain there is a large river that runs through the entire battlefield between the two worlds.
This river is like a stream, swallowing up the heaven and earth, making it impossible for them to really fight. If they want to fight, they can only find a way to cross the river. However, they have not thought of a solution in a short period of time, so they can only keep their troops in place and wait for the rules to change so that they can use their magical powers.
And just as Feng Qingyang's spiritual sense was sweeping across, the powerful beings on both sides of the river suddenly opened their eyes with serious looks, and almost at the same time stood up again from their meditative state.
Looking up at the sky, the rolling darkness revealed an exceptionally sharp and murderous aura. They were all people standing at the top of the spiritual world, so they understood what this aura was.
However, this spiritual consciousness was too powerful. After sensing them, perhaps out of interest, it actually stayed in the air, so that a giant transparent hand evolved in the sky.
Slowly pressing down, that kind of power is incomparable, no one can resist it, puff puff puff! Almost at the same time, countless ancient emperors and curse masters knelt on one knee. Under this big hand, they were like ants. Even if they resisted with all their strength, they could only barely maintain their last dignity and not fall to the ground.
Even the strongest among the three thousand ancient emperors, who was in the late stage of the Dao Transformation Realm and whose cultivation was comparable to that of a peak semi-saint, immediately felt the pressure emanating from this powerful spiritual consciousness.
Although they were able to resist, they could not actively touch the spiritual consciousness that filled the sky. Some cultivators could not withstand the anger in their hearts and extended their spiritual consciousness to fight against it.
Unexpectedly, at the moment of contact, they spat out a mouthful of blood under the recoil of the spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness that popped out was like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing in an instant. They were pale and retreated one by one. Finally, they sat down on the ground with a listless look. There was anger and viciousness in their timidity.
"It's just a mere trick. With your level of cultivation, how can you suppress it with your spiritual sense?" The semi-saint-level beings hidden in the air suddenly walked out of the void. They can fly in the air and use magical powers.
It seems that any cultivator on the battlefield, unless they are semi-saints, cannot use their magical powers. Perhaps this rule will not last long, but at least, they now have an absolute advantage.
Two semi-saints emerged from the three thousand ancient emperors. Similarly, two old men emerged from the eight hundred curse masters, all of them were semi-saints!
The four of them stared at each other across the river, and the murderous intent in their eyes suddenly collided, causing the temperature of the void in all directions to drop madly. Half an incense stick later, heavy snow began to fall.
"You and I will join forces to break through this giant hand of spiritual consciousness that covers the void..." The old man who stood up on the side of the ancient emperor spoke, and soon, they jointly sacrificed a large seal and flew upside down to the sky.
The two Curse Lords also used their strange magical powers to cause a huge skull to appear in the void, with an unprecedented hideousness, and strangled it madly.
The four semi-saints joined forces, and this kind of powerful true appearance was almost unprecedented and unheard of.
"It's him..." someone muttered, and actually deduced backwards along Feng Qingyang's consciousness and derived his position. At the same time, a huge projection appeared in the void.
This projection blocked out the sky and the sun, like an unfolded scroll. In the scroll, Feng Qingyang stood on the top of a mountain with his eyes closed, his right hand slightly extended, standing horizontally in the void.
"Youngster, do you dare to come to the center of my battlefield?" A semi-saint spoke rudely. Feng Qingyang had a special identity. On the battlefields of these two realms, he did not belong to any faction, but an independent third faction. And he was the only one in this faction.
Therefore, no matter where he goes, he will be killed. This is the rule set by the way of heaven. No matter who he is, he cannot resist. If he wants to survive, he can only kill all those who want to kill him.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play with you for a while." On the distant mountain top, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, his gaze was as sharp as torches, almost melting the void around him.
The arrogant response resounded through the void, echoing throughout the battlefield between the two worlds, turning into a thunderous sound, sweeping across the four directions with no less pressure.
This voice contained Feng Qingyang's will, and the third will of the spiritual world spread out. Everyone who heard this voice knelt on the ground, looking terrified and not daring to do anything.
They knew Feng Qingyang, of course, but so what? When he first became famous in the spirit world, everyone just shook their heads and laughed it off.
But now, after three days of separation, they have to look at each other with new eyes. The person who they once laughed at has become a super powerful person who has the power of life and death over them.
His life and death were not in his own hands with just a thought. The will that spread out with the sound contained the all-consuming power of the soul-devouring power and the power of his third will. It suppressed the half-saint who had spoken, causing his face to turn pale.
With his cultivation level, he could sweep away Feng Qingyang, but his spiritual consciousness and will were completely crushed by Feng Qingyang, who restrained him so tightly that he had no power to fight back at all.
Not only that, but under the targeting, his body quickly retreated backwards, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood before he could barely stabilize his shaking body. He looked terrified and full of disbelief.
"Devouring divine consciousness, what kind of magical power is this?"
"What? Devouring spiritual consciousness?" Everyone trembled when they heard this. The spiritual consciousness that was originally sweeping the void was taken back into the bodies of these cultivators.
Divine consciousness originally emanates from the soul. If one devours the divine consciousness, doesn't that mean one has devoured one's own soul