Chapter 368: Heaven and Earth Cataclysm

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Chapter 368: Heaven and Earth Cataclysm

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The sky was torn apart, a rift of darkness splitting the heavens like a gaping wound. From within, a torrent of chaotic energy surged forth, twisting the very fabric of reality. The ground trembled violently, mountains crumbled, and rivers reversed their courses. It was as if the world itself was screaming in agony.

Lin Feng stood atop a desolate peak, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky bled crimson. The air around him crackled with volatile energy, and the wind howled like a dying beast. He clenched his fists, feeling the tremors beneath his feet. "This is no ordinary calamity," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the roaring chaos.

Behind him, Meng Qing floated gracefully, her silver hair whipping in the gale. Her eyes, cold and sharp, scanned the devastation. "The Nine Heavens Continent is breaking apart," she said, her tone calm but laced with urgency. "The ancient seals are failing. Something is awakening."

Lin Feng turned to her, his brow furrowed. "The Immortal Kingdom Trial? Is this related?"

Meng Qing nodded slowly. "The trial was never just a test. It was a prison. And now, the prison walls are crumbling."

A deafening roar echoed from the distance, followed by a pillar of black light that shot into the sky, piercing the clouds. The light pulsed with malevolent energy, and from its core, a voice boomed, ancient and terrible. "The chains of the past are broken! The era of the Nine Abyss returns!"

Lin Feng's heart raced. He recognized that voice—it was the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, or at least a fragment of his will. "He's breaking free," Lin Feng said, his voice hardening. "We need to stop him."

Meng Qing placed a hand on his shoulder. "You cannot face him alone. Not yet. The power of the Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Heavenly Demon Art is still incomplete within you. If you confront him now, you will be consumed."

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. "Then what do we do? Wait for the world to end?"

A flash of light appeared beside them—a figure cloaked in white, his face obscured by a bronze mask. It was the Prophet. "The cataclysm is not the end," he said, his voice echoing as if from a great distance. "It is a beginning. The old order must fall for the new to rise. But there are those who would seize this chaos for their own gain."

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

The Prophet raised a hand, and a vision materialized in the air: a vast battlefield, littered with corpses, and at its center, a throne of bones. Seated upon it was a figure wreathed in shadow, his eyes burning like twin suns. "The Emperor-Slaying Alliance moves in the shadows. They seek to claim the power of the fallen gods and reshape the world in their image."

Meng Qing's expression darkened. "The Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry. I've heard of them. They are ruthless, but their leader remains unknown."

The Prophet nodded. "Their leader is one who has walked the path of the Forbidden Body. He has mastered the Death Curse and the Void Law. If he succeeds in harnessing the power of the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, even the Fate Temple will fall."

Lin Feng's mind raced. He thought of the friends he had made, the enemies he had faced, and the weight of the destiny that pressed upon him. "Where do I find him?"

The Prophet's form began to fade. "The answer lies in the Sky-Gazing Ancient Capital. But beware—the path is lined with traps set by the Four Great Ancient Saint Clans. They too seek to control the outcome of this cataclysm."

Before Lin Feng could ask more, the Prophet vanished, leaving only a faint echo. "Time is short. The Heaven and Earth Cataclysm will not wait."

Lin Feng turned to Meng Qing. "We're going to the Sky-Gazing Ancient Capital."

Meng Qing smiled faintly. "I knew you would say that."

Together, they leaped from the peak, their figures streaking across the ruined landscape like comets. Behind them, the world continued to tear itself apart, but ahead, a new battle awaited—one that would decide the fate of the Nine Heavens Continent.