Chapter 348 Power of the Evil Gods Finger

As he sprinted forward, Chen Fei shouted to the floating head of the ancient Saint Ancestor Qu’a,

“What’s so special about this Blood Underworld Formation?”

Surprisingly, the Saint Ancestor was quite cooperative this time.

“The Blood Underworld Formation is a derivative of our Mother Sect’s Guardian Formation. Though it lacks the Guardian Formation’s devastating power, it still retains formidable defensive capabilities. Once activated, it will persist unless there’s no one left maintaining it.”

The Saint Ancestor’s voice even held a trace of pride.

Chen Fei instantly understood the implication.

“So if I kill everyone inside, the formation will collapse?”

Saint Ancestor’s eyes flicked toward the outside world, though from within the Purple Palace he couldn’t see Chen Fei’s face. Still, his expression made his disbelief clear.

Chen Fei didn’t waste any more time and soon stepped into the depths of the cave, entering the area shrouded in blood mist—unmistakably the Blood Underworld Formation.

“Looks like breaking this thing won’t be easy…”

Chen Fei muttered, halting his steps.

Ahead, Amu and his cultists stood confidently within the formation, sneering at him.

Enemies blocked the front, and pursuers loomed behind—Chen Fei was caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Why aren’t you running anymore?”

Nangong Ye caught up, laughing mockingly as he stood beside the cultists.

Chen Fei tilted his head slightly, his gaze calm:

“Defeated dogs bark the loudest.”

The smugness on Nangong Ye’s face froze. He inhaled deeply, gritting his teeth.

“What did you say?”

Chen Fei raised his great blunt-edged sword with a flick:

“Defeated dogs should act like defeated dogs. I’m curious who gave you the courage to yap at me again.”

The tension soared. Today was destined to be a hard battle.

Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes. Chen Fei now felt extremely dangerous to him, though he tried to dismiss it as a bluff.

“You’re just a little Myriad Path cultivator! If I weren’t injured by that freezing energy from the sealed stone pillar, you’d have been dead already.”

Nangong Ye smirked and shook his arms.

“But now that the ice energy has been purged, I’m more than ready to deal with you!”

A Human Dao Realm cultivator like Nangong Ye was no joke.

As his aura crashed down like a tidal wave, Chen Fei took a deep breath. This battle must be finished quickly.

Nangong Ye clearly had the same idea. The moment he sensed Chen Fei’s energy shifting, he attacked without hesitation.

“A mere Myriad Path novice dares stand against me?”

In a flash, he appeared before Chen Fei and raised a hand:

“In my name—Darkness!”

BOOM!

Everything in Chen Fei’s vision vanished. It was like going blind—he couldn’t see a thing.

This was his first time experiencing the powers of a true Human Dao cultivator up close.

Where the Myriad Path stage involved internal fusion and perception of the Dao, Human Dao Realm was true mastery—the power to wield the Dao.

Human Dao was not just drawing on external forces—it was controlling the essence of Dao itself.

Even blind, Chen Fei didn’t panic.

Golden patterns lit up on his forehead, and his massive sword began to hum with power.

He was ready.

“Die!”

Nangong Ye grinned confidently, feeling everything was under his control. With his speed, how could Chen Fei possibly strike him?

After all, comprehension of the Dao and control of the Dao were leagues apart.

Watching him from behind, Peach Blossom Fairy frowned slightly.

Such a talent… It’d be a pity if he died here.

Nangong Ye’s fingertip had already touched Chen Fei’s forehead. He could practically see the scene of Chen Fei’s skull bursting apart, blood splattering—

But in that instant—

Chen Fei looked up.

Though Nangong Ye was certain that Chen Fei had been blinded by his Dao power, the look in his eyes sent a chill through his heart.

Something’s wrong!

A deafening bell toll exploded inside Nangong Ye’s consciousness!

Eyes wide, he reflexively contracted his core, trying to pull away—

TOO LATE.

Chen Fei’s blunt-edged greatsword came crashing down with such force that it tore space like paper.

“Nangong Senior Brother!”

Peach Blossom Fairy cried out, sensing the space twist unnaturally near Nangong Ye’s abdomen.

Nangong Ye’s face twisted in disbelief as his internal energy rushed to shield his core—but the sword’s force was overwhelming.

“Even Human Dao can be cut down!”

Chen Fei raised his hand slowly.

His fingers were covered in dense, sinister runes.

The Finger of the Evil God.

Nangong Ye’s face went pale.

“Y-You… How do you have the power of the Evil God!? That’s impossible!”

Chen Fei’s lips curled into a cold smile as he pressed his glowing finger onto Nangong Ye’s forehead.

This was the true horror of the Void Heaven Cauldron.

After absorbing the Evil God’s finger, Chen Fei could now not only simulate its energy—but reproduce its full destructive power.

The decay, the corruption—this wasn’t something the Human Dao could withstand.

Peach Blossom Fairy waved her hands frantically, trying to save Nangong Ye with her blossoming pink petals, wrapping them around him like a soft whip to pull him back.

After absorbing the Green Snow Lotus, she could rapidly restore vitality—almost like granting someone a second life.

But Chen Fei’s finger still landed first.

Bang!

Nangong Ye’s body trembled violently. Though the petals fed him fresh vitality, his face still turned ashen in an instant. His eyes filled with unwillingness as he stared at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei’s finger was siphoning his energy at a terrifying rate.

Just a moment ago, Chen Fei had been depleted from wielding the massive sword, but now his face glowed red with renewed vitality.

“The Evil God’s Finger… So this is the power of demonic techniques…”

Chen Fei was shaken to his core. The ability to plunder an enemy’s life force so directly was both terrifying and addictive.

But thankfully—

BOOM!

The Void Heaven Cauldron suddenly trembled, and the golden “Dao” mark on its surface erupted with light.

In that blinding moment, Chen Fei’s mind cleared completely.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

He had almost fallen into devilry just now.

This was how demonic cultivation corrupted the heart—rapid gains of power shattered the Dao Heart and slowly turned the cultivator into a slave of desire.

Fortunately, the Void Heaven Cauldron had shaken him back to clarity—just in time.