Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1897: Chapter 1898: Ling Feng’s Mother!

Fire light flickered, candle shadows danced on the stone wall, stretching strange and mysterious patterns, like evil ghosts lurking in the Netherworld.

"Uh..."

A low moan, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes, his mind blank, feeling the sting from his eyes, gradually recalling everything he least wanted to remember in his life.

The tears of blood at the corners of his eyes had dried, crusted on his cheeks. Upon close inspection, one would find a faint trace of golden light in his originally black pupils, glowing with soul-capturing brilliance under the firelight.

Ling Feng pressed his temples firmly, refocusing everything in front of him.

He was in a cave, only remembering that day he personally killed his grandfather and then activated the so-called Golden Emperor’s Eye.

The power of that divine eye made him faint, and after that, he remembered nothing.

In the middle of the cave, there was a bonfire, Ling Feng looked in the direction of the fire only to discover a mysterious figure dressed in a black robe, standing with hands behind him, looking up as if observing something, his silhouette imparting a deep sense of age.

"You’re awake?"

Before Ling Feng could ask, the man in the black robe turned around, with a ghost mask on his face, exactly the same as the one worn by Ling Kun.

"You, you are!"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes, wishing that all he had experienced prior was just a dream.

He would rather never see his grandfather again than have to kill him with his own hands.

"I’m not him."

The voice was somewhat cold, indeed, although the silhouette was somewhat similar, the feeling this robed man gave Ling Feng was completely different.

"Then who are you!"

In Ling Feng’s eyes, anger flashed suddenly, implying that the one who planned all of this was this robed man, the one who designed for Ling Kun to die by his hand!

Ling Feng clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly due to anger.

"Haven’t you already guessed?"

The man’s gaze, as calm as water, looked at Ling Feng and said lightly: "Back in the Tianlan Sea Domain, I denied your suspicions, but now, I must tell you, I am Ling Hanyang! Ling Kun’s death was arranged by me."

Ling Hanyang!

Ling Feng trembled all over, his own grandfather, Medical Saint Ling Hanyang!

He indeed wasn’t dead!

If it weren’t for everything that happened before, the reunion of grandfather and grandson might have been a very warm scene.

But now, one side is his blood grandfather, the other is the grandfather who raised him.

Ling Feng’s heart was extremely conflicted, he couldn’t even calmly face this old man, calling him grandpa.

"Why!"

Ling Feng gripped his fists tightly, filled with rage but unsure how to vent it.

"You may hold hatred in your heart toward me."

Ling Hanyang slowly took off his mask, it was the first time Ling Feng saw his blood relative.

Or rather, his blood-related relative, apart from himself, of all the Heavenly Dao Clan members.

That kind of same-root aura could not be mistaken.

Ling Hanyang looked deeply at Ling Feng and said slowly: "But you should understand why, it’s your destiny! You are not an ordinary member of the Heavenly Dao Clan, some things only you can accomplish! So, even if you hate me for a lifetime, there are things I must do."

"So, you’ll sacrifice others, you’ll harm my companions, and make me personally kill the grandfather who raised me!"

Ling Feng nearly yelled out, confronting Ling Hanyang’s terrifying aura, not knowing where his strength came from to make such a roar.

Ling Hanyang’s expression never changed, not even showing a bit of guilt.

He slowly approached Ling Feng, looking down upon him, "There are some things you need to know."

"I don’t want to know!"

Ling Feng stared angrily at Ling Hanyang, "Why can’t you trust me! I know what the Heavenly Dao Clan bears, but I can solve it my way, there’s no need for a golden Emperor’s Eye, I can, I can do it!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists so tightly that, due to excessive excitement, his nails deeply pierced his palms, blood dripping, yet he felt nothing.

"Don’t you want to know about your parents too?"

Ling Hanyang looked at Ling Feng indifferently, his tone still cold.

It seemed that the person in front of him wasn’t his grandson, but just a passerby.

Ling Feng was slightly stunned, parents?

From his birth, he never had the concept of parents.

Other children had parents, but he only had a grandfather.

Yet, deep in his heart, he had always longed to know, what kind of people were his parents?

Where were they?

"Follow me."

Ling Hanyang reached out his hand to grab Ling Feng’s shoulder, a gleam of light flashed through his eyes.

In the next moment, Ling Feng felt as if the scenery had shifted, when his vision cleared again, they were already above a large lake.

The entire world was a vast lake, and at the center seemed to be a gigantic tree.

That tree towered into the clouds, seemingly reaching the Nine Heavens.

Ling Feng’s expression was slightly stunned, what kind of heaven-penetrating means was this, was this elder truly the legendary Medical Saint Ling Hanyang, who only mastered medical skills?

But as things had come to this, what reason did he have to deceive him?

If he wished, with just a finger’s twitch, Ling Feng would be like fish on a chopping board, vulnerable to slaughter.

"Go!" Ling Hanyang pointed to the giant tree at the center of the lake, his expression indifferent: "There, you will understand everything you want to know."

Ling Feng looked at Ling Hanyang, this blood-relative of his, who was so detached at the moment.

He was very close, within reach, yet seemed so far, out of touch.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and stepped on the rippling lake surface, walking towards the giant tree at the lake’s heart.

Swoosh!

A gentle breeze passed by, splitting the water’s surface suddenly.

Accompanied by the luxuriant tree crown gently swaying, emitting dream-like radiance, dazzling to the eyes.

Swish!

An indescribable radiance instantly enveloped Ling Feng.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew across Ling Feng’s cheeks.

Ling Feng trembled slightly, incredulously turning back.

The instant the wind brushed his cheek, Ling Feng felt an unspeakable warmth, reminiscent of some vague feeling from childhood.

Ling Feng could no longer trace where this feeling originated.

Curious, he looked closely, and under the ancient divine tree, a graceful female figure stood.

Formed by the light of the tree, her outline was blurred, only defining her as a graceful lady.

"Fenger..."

A gentle call, seemed to stir up some extremely vague memories from before Ling Feng turned three.

It seemed that very early on, there was a woman who called him that way too.

That kind of familial affection embedded in his blood stirred Ling Feng’s heart.

Could it be the long-lost...

Mother?

"Mother..."

Ling Feng instinctively uttered the call, purely his heart’s response.