A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 336: An Inevitable Fate.

With a sharp gasp, Li Feng's eyes snapped open.

"What... kind of future was that?"

He grabbed his chest, a bizarre feeling of detachment and persistent anxiety churning within his heart.

He then looked toward the immortal who had revealed that peculiar vision to him.

As though anticipating his fierce, probing stare, ’Wei Zhenxin’ gave a faint smile.

"That is the future... the end of that senior sister of yours."

Noticing the shock etched on Li Feng’s face, she spoke on with steady calm.

"Or... one of the many possible futures."

She indicated him with a pointed finger.

"It may change depending on your actions from now on."

Immortal Jiuming had already formed her judgment.

Li Feng was clearly an irregularity, his surrounding future unstable and fluid.

While he recovered from the vision, she had discreetly attempted to divine the destinies of additional individuals tied to him.

Each effort produced a subtly altered result.

In one scenario, he lived as an aged man who passed from natural causes without any cultivation progress.

In another, he emerged as a radiant talent of the Azure Moon Sect, ultimately claiming its leadership.

One vision even portrayed him as a demonic cultivator so horrifying that the entire demonic path trembled in fear.

No matter whom she targeted or how often she divined, the outcomes varied wildly... disordered and in constant flux.

Across her vast lifespan, she had never witnessed such an erratic and baffling event.

’...There must be something external interfering with the order of karma surrounding this man...’

Li Feng creased his brow at her explanation, a faint relief washing over him.

"So it’s basically just possibilities? Damn, that really scared me."

"No."

’Wei Zhenxin’ interrupted him firmly, her eyes locked steadily on his.

"For you, they are possibilities. But for that Yue Lan... it is her absolute future."

Her puzzling declaration left Li Feng utterly perplexed.

’Wei Zhenxin’ proceeded with composure.

"What I divined was Yue Lan’s future... not yours."

"...What do you mean?"

Li Feng sensed his mind teetering on the edge of overload.

The further he listened, the deeper his bewilderment grew.

Now he grasped one undeniable truth about immortals... they reveled in excessive obscurity.

They conversed with the assurance of total knowledge, presuming perfect understanding from everyone else, while leaving the audience in total disarray.

Yet abruptly, Wei Zhenxin knitted her brows, peering at her own hand.

"It seems my time has come..."

Turning back to Li Feng, she offered a tender smile.

"I cannot possess this form any longer. While I still have a little time left, I must take my leave."

Her statement left Li Feng gaping in stunned silence, before he bellowed,

"Hey! Don’t go without explaining properly!"

But ’Wei Zhenxin’ simply brushed aside his objection.

She sliced through the vacant air, tearing open a mysterious, rippling fissure in space.

Gradually, she moved toward it.

Right before crossing the threshold, she glanced back at Li Feng and whispered a final caution.

"You should... properly go back to your senior sister."

"Huh?"

With that, Wei Zhenxin faded away, slipping into the rift and stranding Li Feng with far more mysteries than resolutions.

"What exactly is going on...?"

Li Feng remained rooted, his thoughts flooded by surging doubts.

To start, that eerie Yue Lan resembled an entirely alien figure.

Moreover, his future self seemed to have escaped, only returning after two hundred years to claim her life.

The snippet of dialogue he had eavesdropped on all converged back to this secret realm.

But precisely what?

He had already purged the evident dangers, and the secret realm was on the verge of concluding.

No incident should befall Yue Lan with him still present.

Was an undetected factor or foe still at large...?

The instant that idea surfaced, Li Feng's eyes flared wide.

"...No. Maybe there was another threat lurking in the shadows all along."

A cold shiver coursed down his spine from the notion.

Beyond the mere presence of a scheming genius, something else chilled him.

What genuinely disturbed him was acknowledging that this unseen adversary wielded power sufficient to vanquish him... or at least the projected future incarnation from the vision.

Before further rumination, a ferocious burst of energy exploded from Yue Lan’s area.

Li Feng's head jerked in that direction.

For an inexplicable reason, the vision's memory flooded back, frosting his chest with dread.

His heart constricted in apprehension, his countenance gradually turning grim.

Instantly propelling himself ahead, he raced back with utmost haste.

Like a blazing comet ripping through the woods, his silhouette pulverized all obstructions in its wake, and as he neared, the atmosphere grew increasingly dense and malevolent.

That familiar black, sticky fluid was visible all around him, already infiltrating the soil and extending like shadowy veins below the ground.

’What the hell...?’

A horrifying foreboding seized his heart upon witnessing this.

Li Feng unleashed his full power and surged ahead.

He reached the battlefield akin to a plummeting meteor, his form smashing into the earth with devastating might, hurling dust and rubble outward in a massive blast.

While the dust swirled and rose, he dispersed it with a wave of his hand and raised his gaze...

....Just for his eyes to bulge in horror at the spectacle unfolding.

Countless bodies littered the battlefield... both wearing the robes of demonic and righteous cultivators.

A handful remained faintly alive, weak moans escaping their mouths as they twisted in torment, their forms shattered and soaked in gore.

Jian Ruyi, Shui Ruo, and Tie Shan sprawled amid the carnage, gravely wounded.

Their bodies drenched in scarlet while their breathing came in ragged gasps.

None stirred as their gazes locked in one spot, brimming with raw terror.

"Ah... you’re back?"

A chilling yet distorted voice rang out across the gore-drenched field.

"Tch... I wasn’t done preparing our reunion gift."

Li Feng’s eyes bulged the instant he spotted Yan Moxuan... the man who should have perished.

Yet he had transformed... utterly, his physique no longer resembling anything human.

Crimson streaks traced his brawny build like throbbing veins, twisting as they gathered toward his eyes.

A pair of jagged, blood-red horns protruded from his skull, while his flowing black locks had shifted entirely to blood red.

From his back emerged enormous, ragged wings that appeared crafted from clotted blood, with an oppressive, sinister presence enveloping him like impending doom.

Next to him hovered that eerie glow, identical to the one that had descended from above.

But what truly stunned Li Feng... was Yan Moxuan’s fist locked vise-like around Yue Lan’s neck.

"Let her go, you bastard!!"

Li Feng bellowed in rage and triggered [Star Ignition] without a moment’s pause.

A dazzling silver radiance burst forth over his frame as the hundred stars inside him instantly doubled, exploding to a fearsome two hundred.

The nearby terrain creaked beneath the overwhelming force.

Even the atmosphere itself compacted, quaking fiercely as his presence raged unchecked.

Then—

His silhouette vanished in a blur as he charged with overwhelming might, ripping across the battlefield like a bolt of silver thunder.

But abruptly—

The black fluid under the soil burst forth in savage surges, rising to create a dense, colossal barrier that obstructed his advance.

"?!"

Li Feng’s silver form collided brutally into the dark surge, the collision rippling its sticky expanse while it devoured his speed entirely.

Yan Moxuan smirked at the display.

"It seems this woman means a lot to you, huh? That won’t do, Li Feng."

He hoisted Yue Lan upward.

She fought fiercely, her hands scrabbling at the unyielding hold on her throat, yet it refused to yield.

Blood dripped gradually from her mouth’s edge, her gasps fading with every moment.

Yan Moxuan regarded her with icy disdain, as though beholding something trivial and repulsive.

"We geniuses... the truly strong... shouldn’t be hindered by such frailty."

His grasp intensified.

"The strong don’t need these kinds of feelings, Li Feng... so let me help you shed this burden..."

"You dare, bastard!!"

Li Feng thundered, his cry echoing over the battlefield as he slammed into the black fluid with all his might.

Every strike generated fierce tremors through the sticky barrier, yet it stood unyielding.

Worse still, the harder he battled, the tighter the dark matter wrapped around him, adhering like a sentient mire, pulling at his arms and legs, absorbing his drive, denying any passage.

’What the hell is this stuff!?’

Li Feng sensed something off too.

This black fluid... differed from what he’d encountered in that temple.

For a brief instant, a icy grin crossed his features as he readied to deploy his Falling Star Fist against the earth.

But suddenly, he halted.

His eyes scanned the battlefield.

Disciples lay strewn about in critical condition... many hanging by a thread, positioned too near to survive his strike’s blasts.

His jaw clenched at the realization.

All factors conspired against him right then.

Yet hesitation was impossible, and reflection out of the question.

He clenched his teeth and drew solely on brute force.

"Get out of my way!!"

He scraped ahead desperately, silver glow flaring from his body as he battered through the sticky barrier.

Every motion struck with savage fury, wild as a feral beast ripping through a shattering realm.

The thick black surge wailed beneath the crushing force.

And it yielded—piece by piece, the dark fluid tide fractured under his dominant might.

He neared the edge.

One final instant, and he would shatter his bonds...

Yet in the realm of the mighty...

...One heartbeat could drag on like endless ages.

Yan Moxuan utterly disregarded Li Feng’s bellow.

Slowly, he shifted his gaze back to Yue Lan, his face serene, nearly indifferent.

"I wonder why everyone is so obsessed with you..." he murmured, scarcely above a whisper.

"But I don’t need to know."

Yue Lan thrashed feebly within his clutch, her vigor draining away.

Her gaze quivered, yet sharpness remained.

Then—

"...Your death will benefit many."

In a rapid, pitiless thrust, his hand plunged right through Yue Lan’s heart... exactly as Li Feng had done to his own once.

Time appeared to halt while Li Feng's eyes stretched wide in horror at the sight before him.

And still...

In that ultimate second, her eyes sought his.

She... smiled.

Amid the torment...amid the dimming spark in her eyes, she offered a tender smile... as though whispering a vital secret.

Her lips parted, yet no voice arrived.

...Pure quiet.

And then—

A blood-red system alert erupted across his view.

[Ding!]

[Warning!]

[Host’s Favor Target: Yue Lan... has died!]