Peerless Martial Soul Chapter 6027: Devour!
The arrival of the others occurred in a truly bizarre fashion.
Initially, a flicker of dark light manifested, gradually thickening into a shadowy silhouette resembling a wandering soul.
Subsequently, this dark shadow solidified, taking on the form of a tangible human being.
A complete person emerged.
It appeared as though they were being sculpted from nothingness.
To be more accurate, it felt as if they were being pulled back from the clutches of death itself.
Before long, a multitude of figures stood suspended in the firmament.
Chen Feng’s heart raced with a shock that was beyond description.
Many of those present had long since perished.
Others were still among the living.
Regardless, none of them belonged in this realm.
They should have been on the Dragon Vein Continent or within the Small Thousand World.
The plain truth was that their presence in this world was impossible!
Given their level of strength, appearing in such a high-level world should have been fatal.
The sheer pressure of this environment would have crushed them instantly!
As he observed, Chen Feng began to discern a pattern.
Those who first formed from light and shadow before solidifying into flesh were his fallen companions from the past.
Through the terrifying power of this mysterious entity, they had been resurrected.
On the other hand, those whose figures appeared instantly were those who were currently alive in other realms.
They had been forcibly seized by an overwhelming power and teleported directly to this spot!
Numerous figures now populated the void, their numbers nearly equal.
Without warning, the mysterious figure moved.
With a casual wave of his arm, a shimmering screen of light and shadow filled the sky.
The images displayed were none other than Chen Feng’s old acquaintances.
With a simple flick of the mysterious man's fingers, the scene changed.
Within the projection, many of Chen Feng’s old friends began to die in agony, their screams echoing as they perished in an instant.
Each death was more gruesome and wretched than the last.
The sight of this left everyone paralyzed with horror.
Though they were frozen in place, their voices silenced and their bodies restrained by an unseen force, their eyes betrayed their absolute terror.
Chen Feng’s brow furrowed as he demanded coldly, "What is the meaning of this?"
The mysterious man let out a sharp, piercing laugh.
"It means nothing more than I want you to witness the depth of their suffering!"
He continued in a relaxed tone, "These are your old comrades, your beloved, and the people most precious to you!"
"I imagine your heart will not be at ease if you watch them all die right before your eyes!"
His voice carried clearly, reaching the ears of every person present.
The captives reacted with a mix of emotions.
Some were consumed by dread, looking toward Chen Feng with a desperate hope and reverence.
Han Yu’er’s eyes, however, were clouded with intense worry.
She seemed to have grasped the gravity of the situation and struggled to speak.
Regrettably, her frame was locked tight, making any movement impossible.
Chen Feng fixed his gaze on the insect-like entity, hissing through clenched teeth, "Get to the point. Stop wasting my time with this nonsense!"
The mysterious being showed no signs of irritation; instead, he laughed again.
Suddenly, the hazy light surrounding him evaporated, exposing his true form.
He was a towering figure, standing over a hundred meters tall, yet his body was unnervingly thin, resembling a massive, monstrous insect.
Countless eyes covered one half of his body.
Some were shut tight, while others remained wide open.
They glowed in a variety of hues, from blood-red to a deep, piercing blue.
An eerie light radiated from them.
When Chen Feng locked eyes with the creature, an unbearable discomfort washed over him.
It felt as though his every secret was being stripped bare.
Abruptly, the hundreds of eyes on the creature closed in unison, leaving only a single eye open.
It was a vertical red pupil.
A crimson beam of light erupted from it.
The moment that red light focused on Chen Feng, a wave of profound terror and hopelessness crashed over him.
In that heartbeat, it felt as though he was staring directly into the face of death!
"This red light is devastating. It possesses a power far beyond my current ability to resist!"
Yet, the light lacked a true intent to kill.
The power surged violently for a moment before vanishing just as quickly.
Chen Feng understood it for what it was: a warning.
The mysterious entity was flaunting its overwhelming dominance.
It possessed hundreds of eyes, yet most were closed.
Even with just one eye active, Chen Feng was no match for it.
The sheer horror of what would happen if all those eyes opened was difficult to fathom.
The entity spoke with an air of leisure, "Chen Feng, you may refer to me as Mo Chan."
"Mo Chan."
Chen Feng repeated the name slowly, processing it.
Mo Chan said indifferently, "Chen Feng, do not harbor a grudge against me. I am merely a messenger acting on behalf of another, following my instructions."
Chen Feng was struck with realization.
"Mo Chan is already this powerful, yet he is only following orders? Could there be an even more terrifying presence behind him?"
How far did that being's power reach?
Mo Chan seemed to read Chen Feng’s mind and smiled. "The strength of my Master is far beyond your imagination."
"I will say only this: you have no hope of surpassing him in this lifetime."
"Not even through ten thousand reincarnations could you be his equal. You should simply accept your destiny!"
Chen Feng remained remarkably composed, his face showing no sign of agitation.
"And what is this fate you expect me to accept?"
Mo Chan grinned and replied, "Your fate is to be consumed by my Master!"
His blood-red eye locked onto Chen Feng, widening further.
"And not just merely consumed. It must be done without reservation, without a hint of struggle—you must be devoured by my Master willingly!"
These words struck like a bolt of lightning through a dark sky.
In that instant, everything became clear to Chen Feng.
"Why gather my family and friends? Why resurrect the dead and kidnap the living?" "Why seek me out?"
"How does he know my history so intimately?"
The conclusion was undeniable!
Chen Feng stared at Mo Chan and declared sharply, "This is about the projection. He is a projection as well, isn't he?"
Chen Feng surmised this was the only logical explanation.
His adversary was a projection—one of incredibly high rank and power.
Thus, the entity needed to devour him to bolster its own existence.
There must be specific conditions for this process to work.
That was why the entity required him to submit without resistance.
If there was any defiance or lack of will, the act of devouring would likely carry immense risk.
That was the reason his loved ones had been brought here.
They were leverage to ensure his total cooperation.
Witnessing Chen Feng’s deduction, Mo Chan was momentarily stunned.
Then, a note of respect entered his voice.
"As expected of a genius with such a sharp mind. You pieced it together in a heartbeat."
"Indeed, it is all about the projection!"
"Nothing more."