Peerless Martial Soul Chapter 6032: Shatter the Divine Gate!

In this place, the constraints of time and space appear to have vanished entirely.

A tiny dark speck materialized before him. As it began a slow rotation, vibrant, multicolored hues radiated from its center.

Rapidly, the black dot expanded, transforming into a swirling vortex.

It was a void of absolute, abyssal darkness.

In the vicinity of this whirlpool, time stood still and the fabric of space began to unravel.

Every ray of light and every scrap of matter was devoured by the vortex.

Deep within that maw, an inexplicable and primal dread seemed to pulse.

Even the distant stars orbiting this phenomenon began to tremble and fracture into pieces.

It appeared as though they were being dragged into the abyss.

Witnessing this, Mo Chan’s realization was instantaneous, and he screamed in utter disbelief: "The Broken Divine Gate! You actually intend to open the Broken Divine Gate!"

At that moment, the spherical starlight, which had been manifested from the blood wind, wrapped around Chen Feng and surged toward the vortex at a frantic pace.

Its voice echoed with intense triumph as it laughed boisterously: "As a star soul of the universe, my knowledge is vast. If you dare to look down on me, then prepare to witness the devastating price you will pay!"

The demonic cicada flickered, blurring as he gave chase with incredible speed.

“You are throwing your life away! If you cross the threshold of the Broken Divine Gate, death is certain!”

Xue Feng’s wild laughter rang out as he replied, “I never intended to survive!”

In the following heartbeat, just as the demonic cicada lunged toward the gateway.

The aura of starlight surrounding Chen Feng had already pulled him deep into the swirling vortex.

In that final instant, Chen Feng cast a lingering look behind him.

He saw the demonic cicada, his kin, his friends, and the very universe itself.

His gaze was tranquil, devoid of any visible agitation.

Yet, Mo Chan could clearly see a blazing fire of hatred burning within those calm eyes.

Then, Chen Feng was gone.

The demonic cicada was consumed by rage, leaping frantically while howling: "I was just a breath away!"

He had been a mere second from seizing the star souls of Chen Feng and the Great Sirius!

Regrettably, a tiny error had led to a catastrophic failure.

Staring at the Broken Divine Gate before him, he ultimately lacked the courage to step through.

The Broken Divine Gate serves as a bridge between various realms of the Dao, leading to unknown and bizarre dimensions beyond.

Even though he possessed great power within this specific Dao realm.

The more formidable one is in their home world, the more peril they face within the Broken Divine Gate.

Should one enter, even if they were fortunate enough to survive the passage.

Upon arriving in a different Dao world, they would be rejected by its laws and instantly crushed out of existence.

Mo Chan was unwilling to gamble with his own life.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng remained unaware of the events unfolding behind him.

In truth, he felt as though he had transitioned into a space of indescribable wonder.

He could no longer feel the sensation of movement.

To be more accurate, he had lost all sensation of having a body at all.

His physical form seemed to have dissolved into nothingness.

Existing only as a conscious entity, he could only observe his surroundings, powerless to intervene.

The environment was devoid of color, consisting only of a pure, ultimate darkness.

It felt as if the shadows had consumed everything in existence.

Chen Feng could sense countless terrors lurking within that gloom.

As he drifted through a particularly dark patch.

A low, guttural roar suddenly erupted—a sound that was neither beast nor man, yet shared traits of both.

As the sound reached him, Chen Feng felt his very soul begin to splinter.

This force was so overwhelming that resistance was impossible.

Just as his soul reached the breaking point.

The Great Sirius star soul enveloping him suddenly flared with brilliant light.

Instantly, the roar ceased.

Chen Feng’s soul regained its stability.

However, he noticed that the Great Sirius star soul had grown significantly dimmer and had partially dissipated.

Chen Feng fell into deep thought.

He had no way of knowing how long he had traveled through the Broken Divine Gate, but the dangers only intensified as he progressed.

Yet, the star soul of Sirius continued to sacrifice its own essence to neutralize every threat.

Eventually, the once-vibrant sphere of starlight had withered.

It was now nothing more than a translucent film clinging to Chen Feng’s form.

Suddenly, a shaft of light appeared ahead.

It stood in the distance like a beckoning doorway.

In the next breath, Chen Feng’s figure dove straight into the radiance.

At that exact moment, the final remnants of starlight around him shattered, vanishing into the void.

As it faded, a soft, mournful whimper seemed to echo through the air.

The sound made Chen Feng’s entire being shudder as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

That sound was one he knew by heart.

In Xue Feng’s youth, he loved to stay close, nuzzling his head against Chen Feng’s leg.

A contented purr would vibrate in his throat, sounding exactly like this soft whimper.

Chen Feng understood that Xue Feng was truly gone.

Tears streamed down his face as he stared into the darkness, his teeth clenched in resolve: "I swear I will return to save you and bring you back to life!"

The halo before him erupted in light, and chaotic flashes filled his vision, blurring everything.

Then, in a flash, everything turned to pitch blackness.

Chen Feng’s consciousness was instantly suppressed.

It felt as though he had lost both his spirit and the ability to perceive his physical self.

Chen Feng realized he was about to set foot in a new Dao world.

He sealed his mind and gathered his remaining strength, projecting it outward to form a protective cocoon around his body.

He did everything possible to shield himself.

After an unknown passage of time—perhaps a moment, perhaps millennia.

Chen Feng sensed unfamiliar fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air.

His eyes snapped open as he regained consciousness.

The first thing he noticed was the incredibly potent aura surrounding him.

This spiritual energy was everywhere—vast, vibrant, and incredibly active.

Chen Feng felt as though he were submerged in a sea of spiritual energy, a sensation of immense comfort.

After a quick assessment, he whispered to himself: "The spiritual energy here is incredibly dense and active. It has reached the level of immortal power."

"It is certainly not inferior to the Great Thousand Worlds of our Dao Realm; in fact, it may even surpass them."

"It seems the realm I have reached possesses a very high level of power."

This realization brought him a sense of relief.

Without such a high level of power, he would have no path to grow stronger and no hope of achieving his vengeance!

Looking around, he found himself standing atop a mountain peak.

The horizon was filled with endless peaks; he appeared to be in a massive mountain range.

The landscape was dominated by rugged terrain and thick forests.

Faint layers of mist drifted through the trees, blanketing the entire region in a soft haze.

Chen Feng observed the scene, his brow furrowing slightly.

He realized that even with his current cultivation, he could not peer through the fog.

There was clearly a formidable power residing within those mists. However, Chen Feng sensed no immediate threat to his life.