Chapter 631: Chapter 617: The Secret Star Descends
Chen Feng had a long dream.
In the dream, he not only saw the sacrifices he had once offered, but also a sea of blood as vast as an ocean. This dream, like a mire, dragged him into the Abyss, almost inescapable.
When he opened his eyes, it was only two in the morning.
"What on earth is happening? Why am I having such a dream? Could it be that I’m just too tired recently?" Lying in bed, Chen Feng had no intention of getting up but instead recalled everything he saw in the dream.
It’s important to understand that dreams primarily arise from human imagination. According to scientific experiments, the brain is still active during dreams, so people who love to dream seem more exhausted than those who don’t.
After Chen Feng became a professional, he rarely dreamt. This was due to the evolution of his powerful Brain Realm, which always prioritized rest. Whenever he slept, he would enter a state of perfect sleep quality.
Chen Feng interpreted the dream as sheer exhaustion, but despite having endured many injuries in the past, he had never encountered anything this bizarre.
The scenes from the dream lingered in his mind like a brand, especially the inexplicable terror that seemed to truly exist, making it impossible for Chen Feng to classify them as mere fantasy.
And the endless sea of blood with corpses drifting on its surface, these images and scenes strung together made Chen Feng feel like he was engulfed in darkness, unable to discern what it all meant.
"Countless corpses floating above the sacrificial altar, what exactly is the essence of the Abyss altar?"
Chen Feng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn’t know where to start. He tried to grasp these chaotic thoughts desperately but felt a weight on his shoulders because it seemed like hundreds of Demon and Martial Cannons were exploding in his mind. A chaotic mess of confusion, endless bewilderment, and unending pain surfaced, almost suffocating him!
Even though he was now awake, he couldn’t forget that terrifying scene in the dream; it was so real, as if experienced first-hand.
And as he calmed down, Chen Feng suddenly discovered that after dreaming of the Abyss altar again, his Spiritual Power not only didn’t suffer harm from being overdrawn but instead experienced some sublimation and growth.
Altar, sacrifice.
These images flickered in Chen Feng’s mind like a giant puzzle. He seemed to have grasped a key, but it was so utterly elusive.
Although he couldn’t explain what had happened, he had a feeling that the altar likely had an inseparable connection with him. If he could unravel this secret, then he might glimpse true power.
That was...
His personal trump card.
What the altar provided, it seemed, wasn’t only the power of the Abyssal Powerhouse; it also seemed to have other effects, pure energy, or perhaps some powerful equipment.
The only thing is, Chen Feng currently couldn’t actively contact the altar. It seemed to appear randomly. Therefore, Chen Feng’s biggest goal now was to maintain normal contact with the altar, and then he could fully rely on it to gain more benefits.
Chen Feng didn’t need to rest anymore. Even though he had a nightmare, after several hours of deep sleep, he had recovered the spiritual energy he needed for the day.
He opened the window, and the cool breeze outside carried away the last bit of fatigue.
The survivors of the Gate of the Gorge had all been transported. Over six months, Chen Feng completed this seemingly impossible feat.
As for that ruined dimension, it was the same as ever, like it would never feel full, continuously devouring the surrounding oxygen and life.
Every so often, Chen Feng would put it in front of the opened rift, and after long-term devouring, at least hundreds of thousands of insects became its nourishment, helping the dimension regenerate life.
These insects would never dream that their so-called invasion would ultimately make them mere fodder for the other side.
Over these six months, Chen Feng infused all his Power of Faith into the damaged dimension. The purified place, unaffected by the raging storm, had expanded to over ten thousand acres, comparable to an island in the ocean. The land could support the survival of two hundred thousand people.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng hadn’t gained full control over it. Apart from opening a crack around himself to help the dimension devour life, he couldn’t send any life into it.
In summary, there’s just too little Power of Faith there. Perhaps because Chen Feng’s realm is too low, he cannot resonate with the dimension...
The dimension has its pride.
Like a dragon, even if it one day loses all its power and falls to the ground, it won’t make friends with a stray dog.
This ruined dimension is the same. It’s lost ninety-nine percent of its vitality, with only a minuscule survival instinct supporting its recovery of Origin through oxygen and life force, yet even so, it cannot tolerate a small character at the Golden Tier becoming the new master of this land.
For Chen Feng to fully gain control of it, he must reach the Legendary Tier or even higher to the Epic Tier!
For him, this is undoubtedly a long-term and challenging goal!
"Swipe!"
Just as Chen Feng was thinking about how to ascend to a higher tier, a blinding white light suddenly lit up the sky!
Like daylight!
Chen Feng immediately looked up at the horizon, only to see a white light suddenly brightening somewhere in the distance, as dazzling as the sun, filled with piercing brilliance, and it contained holy power!
Following this, as the light reached its peak, a brilliant star streaked across the sky like a meteor falling down.
Although it was just an instant, it still left a powerful shock, a shock beyond words!
Chen Feng leaped out of bed and flew to the window.
He had always been watching the direction of its fall, his expression unprecedentedly focused.
That’s because...
The direction where this meteor, radiating holy energy, fell was nearby!
The meteor radiated an unparalleled Light Power. Chen Feng’s High Priest under his command, Li Siyu, wielded the Light Power, but even that reverend Priestly figure was as insignificant as a child compared to this energy, totally incomparable.
What is this?
A catastrophe or a significant opportunity?
But regardless, Chen Feng felt the need to explore it.
This is an age of calamity, where any oversight could cause a series of chain reactions.
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