Chapter 2375 - 2376: Hatred and Love

Yang Fei's Primordial Spirit Body sat cross-legged in the void, but at this moment suddenly opened his eyes.

"Roar!"

A thunderous roar emanated from his throat.

Thousands upon thousands of thunderbolts drilled into Yang Fei's body and exploded simultaneously.

In an instant, Yang Fei's entire being was filled with the Power of thunder and lightning, every cell and every organ suffused with it.

A pain, unbearable and a hundred times worse than being cut by a thousand blades, surged through him.

However, at the same time, his cells rapidly divided and grew, acquiring strength a hundredfold.

His Primordial Spirit Body gradually established a blood-like union with the Heaven and Earth.

Yang Fei's soul was panting heavily, screaming with delight.

He could feel the excruciating pain of being torn apart, but he could also feel boundless power flooding in.

It was as if all realms lay beneath his feet.

Cultivators had long tirelessly absorbed the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, which was once as slippery and elusive as loaches, unwilling to cooperate.

But now, this Heaven and Earth Vital Energy obediently returned to the Primordial Spirit Body of Yang Fei, like rivers to the sea.

All of this required no force or cultivation, everything seemed as natural as water flowing downstream.

Yang Fei could even touch the Great Dao Rules crisscrossing the cosmic universe.

It was these rules that constituted such a vast universe.

Gravity, acceleration, relativity...

These scientific principles, representing the pinnacle of human civilization, were merely the most basic elements of the Great Dao Rules.

But as an Earthling, Yang Fei's understanding was the most profound.

The rest of the Great Dao Rules remained quite vague and obscure.

Yang Fei knew this was something his next efforts would allow him to comprehend.

Thunder continued roaring and raging, with Yang Fei sitting upright amidst the vortex of thousands of thunderbolts, like an old monk in meditation, his face expressionless.

In the center of the thunder vortex, lightning had fused to such a degree that it had formed something resembling liquid, and Yang Fei was bathing in this liquid thunder.

Innumerable thunder energies, utmost yang and rigidity, surged into Yang Fei's body.

His Body of Yin God was filled with this utmost yang and rigid energy, with every cell dividing and transforming.

Xue Mingtai, An Zichen, and others were startled by the sudden roar of thunder, raised their heads in shock, and watched silently.

Even the tide-like Demon Race creatures were so frightened by the enormous, majestic thunder power in the air that they halted in their tracks.

Xue Mingtai stared blankly at Yang Fei in mid-air.

Amid the vast thunder vortex, he seemed like a great Buddha sitting cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, with dignified majesty.

"Heavens, has Brother Fei forged a Solar Deity?"

Xue Mingtai gasped, somewhat unable to believe it.

Once the Body of the Sun God is forged, it would endure for thousands of years, already no different from the immortals in the legendary cultivation world.

An Zichen gazed at Yang Fei in the thunder vortex, her eyes glistening.

As proud and peerless as she was, even she couldn't help but be stirred by the current Yang Fei.

Such a powerful man was the only one in An Zichen's heart who could compare with her father.

All cultivators, including all demons, were completely alarmed by this scene that appeared out of nowhere.

The battlefield that had been filled with battle cries suddenly became eerily silent.

In front of a massive black hole, a Demon General, face blue and vicious, looked at Yang Fei in the void, dumbfounded.

The Demon General had seven banners behind him, much like the warriors in Peking Opera.

His face full of shock, a hint of vigilance appeared in his eyes, faintly unconvinced.

"I never imagined, in such a low plane, there would be a cultivator capable of forging a Body of the Sun God. This human is truly remarkable."

Behind the Demon General, Chen Xingzhu, draped in a red cloak, wore thin black fabric that barely covered her chest and lower waist, her nine fox tails slightly swaying.

On her smooth white forehead, a red headband adorned with a black diamond-shaped jewel.

In the jewel, a faint black sun symbol could be seen.

Chen Xingzhu stared at Yang Fei in the void thousands of meters away, her expression inscrutable whether it was fondness or hatred.

Her eyes, clear as water, were filled with a mix of fascination and contradiction.

The Demon General, seeing Chen Xingzhu silent, turned to glance at her, slightly frowning.

"What, do you like this guy?"

Chen Xingzhu suddenly snapped back. Her white teeth bit into her lower lip, a deep blood mark appearing.

"Lord Wu Zhiqi above, during my time on Earth, it was this man who drove me to the brink of despair, with no way out, if not for Lord Wu Zhiqi taking me in."

"My hatred for him is irreconcilable, longing to eat his flesh, peel his skin, how could I like him?"

Wu Zhiqi squinted, scrutinizing Chen Xingzhu's expression, as if trying to see through her.

Slap!

Wu Zhiqi suddenly struck, smacking Chen Xingzhu hard across the face, sending her flying over ten meters away.

"You're lying, my Demon Heart tells me, you greatly admire this man, even deeply in love!"

Chen Xingzhu climbed up from afar, half her face fiery red, swollen beyond recognition, her long hair scattering down.

She gritted her teeth, stubbornly looking at Wu Zhiqi.

"I did not deceive Lord Wu Zhiqi. He was the one who killed my father and my husband."

Wu Zhiqi extended a hand, an invisible force pulling Chen Xingzhu before him.

His black-furred claws gripped Chen Xingzhu's throat, a sinister grin on his face.

"You can't deceive me, your women's feelings have nothing to do with hatred."

"Human love is inherently a baffling thing, rootless just like human hatred."

He said this, his jagged mouth opening wide, laughing heartily.

"But, the more you are like this, the more I like you."

"Tonight, once I've conquered Helen Palace, I will favor you."

"I will make you watch his corpse, while I take you hard until death!"

After Wu Zhiqi finished, he gently placed Chen Xingzhu on the ground, even lovingly using his claw to smooth her hair, his face full of doting affection.

"However, my Little Wild Cat, before I conquer the palace, you better not cause trouble, otherwise, I'll kill you."

Chen Xingzhu stood motionless in front of him, unable to resist glancing again at Yang Fei, who was being baptized by thunder in the void.

Wu Zhiqi sneered coldly, his face full of disdain.

"Don't worry, it's just a Solar Deity, so little divine skills. How could it kill my Immortal Body?"

Saying this, Wu Zhiqi made a gesture behind him.

Twenty Demon Soldiers brought forward a black thick-backed cleaver.

The weapon was pitch-black, emitting waves of black mist.

Within the black mist, countless ghosts seemed to scream, their voices piercing and shrill.

A fiery red unicorn, engulfed in blazing flames, galloped over from afar.

The unicorn stood before Wu Zhiqi, roaring like a tiger.

Wu Zhiqi laughed heartily, mounted the unicorn, then charged forward.

Amidst the billowing smoke and fire, Wu Zhiqi's arrogant voice could be heard.

"I will now go kill your beloved man, just wait for me."