Who on earth are you

"Impossible!"

"You're just a mere mortal! How could you withstand even thirty percent of my formation's power?!"

The shadowy demon widened its eyes in shock, unable to believe what it was seeing.

It couldn't comprehend how its supposedly invincible demonic formation had failed to affect Yi Feng in the slightest. Even at thirty percent power, it should have at least provoked some reaction!

Forget possession—it couldn't even pull out his soul!

Something was seriously wrong here!

Only then did Yi Feng realize—

This bastard wasn’t even trying!

"Hey, buddy."

"You're trying to possess me, aren’t you? This is a life-or-death matter! Could you at least take it seriously?"

"Damn it!"

"I’ve put in so much effort trying to die! Every single time, I gave it my all. And here you are, handed a golden opportunity to possess me, and you’re half-assing it?!"

"Some people just don’t know how good they have it!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Yi Feng scolded, "Put some effort into it, will you? Thirty percent is barely a tickle! Where’s all that big talk from earlier? ‘The terrifying demonic formation’—what a joke!"

The demonic shadow froze at the insult, its eyes narrowing with malice.

"Fine, fine!"

"You’re clearly no ordinary human, to withstand thirty percent of my power with just your soul. You’ve earned the right to boast!"

"Now, I’ll go all out. Let’s see what you have left to brag about!"

As soon as the words left its mouth, the demonic shadow gathered all its dark mist, merging into it before surging straight into Yi Feng’s consciousness.

The forest edge seemed to clear slightly, but the air flickered ominously, demonic energy scattering everywhere, shaking even Lu Caiwei’s mind!

Yi Feng, however, felt nothing.

He stood there blankly, as if sleepwalking.

Outwardly, he and Lu Caiwei simply stared at each other, the scene eerily calm.

But in reality—

A deadly battle was raging within his consciousness!

The demonic shadow raced through the vast expanse of Yi Feng’s mind, shrouded in rolling black mist.

Its goal? To seize control of Yi Feng’s consciousness, rip out his soul, and claim his body as its own—completing the possession ritual!

This was no simple feat.

Even with the demonic heritage at its disposal, possessing a human body was no trivial matter. The shadow meticulously scoured every corner of Yi Feng’s consciousness, spreading its dark mist to claim territory.

But as it flew deeper—

What should have been a straightforward task turned bizarre.

The consciousness seemed endless. No matter how far it traveled, there was no horizon in sight.

This… wasn’t right.

Humans were lowly creatures with inherent limitations. How could a human’s consciousness be this vast?!

The demonic shadow slowed, growing cautious.

Then—

It froze mid-flight.

In the distance, at the edge of its vision…

A river of stars shimmered into view, like a stretch of the Milky Way!

"Fck…"

The demonic shadow couldn’t help but curse aloud.

A human’s consciousness… contained a galaxy?!

This was…

Absolutely insane!

How the hell was it supposed to conquer a consciousness this massive?!

Before it could even finish cursing—

The starlight in the distance flared brighter, multiplying endlessly. The narrow river of stars expanded, stretching into an infinite cosmos!

That wasn’t a galaxy.

It was a universe.

The demonic shadow’s eyes bulged in disbelief, paralyzed mid-air.

"HOLY—!"

Before it could even process the sight—

The starlight exploded outward a billion-fold, each speck of light transforming into a blazing sun!

"BOOM!!!"

Countless celestial bodies surged forward, swallowing the shadow whole. Its agonized screams echoed through Yi Feng’s consciousness!

"WHOOSH!"

A streak of black mist burst out of Yi Feng’s body!

When it reappeared—

It was barely visible, its form translucent and flickering, sprawled on the ground in a pitiful state. Whatever had happened inside, it had left the demonic shadow on the brink of death!

Yi Feng blinked in confusion.

"That was fast."

Noticing no real changes, he scratched his head, puzzled.

"So… is the possession done? Or… not?"

At his words—

The demonic shadow shuddered, lifting its head with trembling eyes.

"You…"

"What the hell are you?!"

"I am a trueborn demon! How could I not even traverse your consciousness?! Even with my clan’s grand formation, I couldn’t possess you! What are you?!"

Its voice shook with terror, leaving Lu Caiwei stunned.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying this demonic shadow was. It could elevate one’s cultivation to the Heavenly Rank with a mere wave of its hand. Even the Seventy-Two Islands were nothing but trash in its eyes!

This was a trueborn demon!

Yet, it couldn’t even touch Yi Feng—and was now speaking of him with such reverence…

Just what was Yi Feng?!

Something even more terrifying than a demon?!

How was that possible?!

Her dreams of becoming a supreme powerhouse shattered in an instant. The demonic shadow’s horrified words tore apart the last remnants of her conviction.

Compared to their shock—

Yi Feng’s reaction was far more subdued.

He glanced down coldly, his eyes filled with nothing but disappointment.

"So… you’re useless too."

He’d suspected as much. Even demons might not be able to help him achieve his goal of dying. Disappointments like this were nothing new.

All that effort… just another letdown.

Whatever.

Time to avenge Lu Shuyao and end this.

Yi Feng let go of his last shred of hope, his gaze turning icy.

In an instant—

The very air around him grew colder, a bone-chilling aura spreading for miles, dwarfing even the so-called demonic formation in sheer terror.

With just one look—

The demonic shadow lost all will to fight.

A primal fear unlike anything it had ever known sent it fleeing desperately, its misty form scattering like smoke. Even as its essence weakened, it didn’t dare stop.

This kind of escape technique could evade even the most powerful human experts!

Unfortunately—

Yi Feng saw right through it.

Before the shadow could flee more than a few feet, he spotted its faint black silhouette.

One hand reached out—and suddenly, it was right in front of him.

The demonic shadow had barely taken a few steps when it felt an invisible force lock it in place. A hand descended like a collapsing sky, the sheer pressure leaving it no room to escape. It froze mid-air, petrified.

When Yi Feng’s fingers closed around it—

It couldn’t even struggle.

"Gah—!"

The shadow’s eyes bulged, its entire form trembling uncontrollably.

By the time it regained its senses—

It was already back where it started.

Held aloft like a helpless chick!

Staring into those star-like eyes, the demonic shadow’s gaze flickered wildly. But when it saw the cold killing intent in Yi Feng’s gaze, it actually seemed… relieved.

After a few shaky breaths, it let out a hoarse, mocking laugh.

"Keh keh…"

"So you want to kill me."

Its voice steadied, as if death was nothing compared to the true horror it had just faced.

Seeing Yi Feng remain silent, the shadow’s grin widened, its confidence returning.

"That’s impossible…"

"This one is of pure demonic lineage, now reduced to a spectral spirit. Even if you kill me, as long as a wisp of my spirit remains, I can reform my body after a few thousand years."

"You are indeed stronger than I anticipated, but even someone as formidable as you cannot truly destroy me!"

"I am immortal and indestructible! Hahaha!!!"

Yi Feng stared coldly at the demonic shadow, remaining silent.

Holding the weightless entity in his hand, he found it hard to believe that something so fragile—barely more than a breath could scatter—claimed to be indestructible.

At least put some effort into your lies.

He had struggled endlessly to achieve immortality himself, yet this weak, trashy shadow boasted of being an eternal existence?

If it were truly that impressive,

why would it rely on a woman for survival and even scheme against him?

An immortal being wouldn’t have such pitiful cultivation!

Anyone with half a brain could tell this guy was full of nonsense.

Yi Feng watched coldly for a few moments before experimentally tightening his grip.

As expected.

The shadow crumbled like cotton, its weakness undeniable. With just a bit of pressure, nearly a third of it shattered and fell to the ground.

Even on the brink of annihilation,

the shadow remained unfazed.

"Heh, useless. Such methods mean nothing to—"

Yi Feng wasn’t a fool. He wouldn’t be fooled so easily.

He kept squeezing.

Within seconds, the shadow couldn’t hold on any longer.

"Gah!"

"This can’t be! This is impossible!"

"What are you—?!"

Its earlier arrogance twisted into terror as it stared at the black fragments scattered on the ground, eyes nearly bulging out of its skull.

Yi Feng’s expression remained indifferent as his grip tightened further.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the shadow exploded into mist,

scattering like dust across the earth before vanishing without a trace in the wind…

Witnessing the horrifying scene unfold,

Lu Caiwei collapsed to the ground, her worldview shattered.

Now, she seemed to regain a shred of humanity, her pale face streaked with tears as she trembled and begged pathetically, as if true fear had finally awakened in her.

"N-no… don’t kill me, please don’t kill me!"

Shaking uncontrollably, she fell to her knees, pleading like a madwoman.

Yi Feng felt no pity. His voice was icy.

"Blood must be repaid with blood."

A single emotionless phrase.

His greatsword slid slowly from its sheath. As he passed her, a cold glint flashed—human blood splattered the earth. Lu Caiwei felt only a chill at her throat before the blade returned to its scabbard.

Thump…

A dull sound followed as the once-promising genius, now lost to demonic ways, breathed her last.

In the stunned silence,

a lone figure strode away, sword in hand, his silhouette stretching endlessly under the sunlight. Whether it was the man’s jade-like grace or the brilliance of spring itself, the two gradually merged into one, fading into the distant horizon…