The Feng Zun Journey
Carrying Baby

Swoshis!

He raised the Fantian Emperor Sword, its blade that was as black as ink, became even smoother after being coated in the energy fluctuations coming from the breath of the Pan Gu Sword.

Feng Zun swung his sword casually downwards.

Clangs!

The seven-inch blade and the Fantian Emperor Sword clashed, causing chaotic destructive energy fluctuations, spreading out starting from the point of impact. 

Bang out!

Wherever the aura spread, it made the void fall into chaos, causing air turbulence to surge further and causing a series of explosions.

The atmosphere of heaven and earth changed, as if it had lost its light. 

In the eyes of the distant martial artists, the sky seemed to collapse from the impact of these two powerful forces. 

Everything fell into chaos, and everything fell apart.

It is no exaggeration to say that the heavens and the earth are about to collapse right under them!

This scene is too scary. 

The entire mountainous region of the Unreturn Forest shook violently. 

Countless rocks, trees, and plants were shattered, turning into a thick fog of dust that churned filled the air.

Cracks!

The flaming seven-inch sword shattered bit by bit.

The demonic baby held onto his head, his expression suffering greatly like he was going through a heavy blow. 

A desperate scream came out from his lips, “No, this is impossible! How could an early immortal cultivator like you, be able to block the power of the Peak Immortal God?”

The devil baby looked extremely frustrated. 

His entire body convulsed, and a desperate scream shook the heavens and earth.

After his seven-inch blade was completely destroyed...

A slash!

The baby suddenly became stiff, and spewed out a mouthful of gold-colored blood.

“Feng Zun! You ruined my plan! This great one will return, and when that day comes, I will slaughter everything in front of me, I will skin you alive, pluck out your dantian, burn your bones, and spread your ashes to hell!" 

Shouted the demon baby. 

Aversion and hatred were clearly painted all over his face.

As his voice still echoed through the air, he staggered backwards and fell from the sky.

"Is it really like that? Then, I'll look forward to it, ”

Feng Zun laughed. 

He then reached out into the air, and pulled the baby into his hand before he fell to the ground.

The baby's life force was weak, and his face was pale. He curled up into a ball, even the cloak that had previously condensed from blood, had turned into mist and disappeared. 

Feng Zun had never held a baby before, even he had never imagined such a thing. 

When he lifted the neck of the demon baby, he saw the plain face of the baby wrinkled in pain. 

He felt holding it in such a manner as if it was inappropriate, so he used the curve of his arm to support the entire body of the baby. 

Eventually, the baby becomes relaxed in his arms, he even moves and tries to get closer to her, this is an instinctive behavior for the baby.

Feng Zun's face froze, everything about this, looking strange to him. 

He exerts his spiritual senses and enters into the consciousness of the baby.

Before long, he soon discovered that the Apex Realm Imperial Consciousness, which had previously controlled the baby had disappeared completely.

To his surprise, the consciousness of the baby itself had not been completely destroyed. 

The rest of his consciousness was still stubborn and remained in his veins, like a tenacious weed.

“Most likely, it was because he had an innate talent in the form of the Blood God Demon..It was fitting that the baby's consciousness was not completely eliminated, by the will of the Imperial Apex Realm cultivator though.”.

Every cultivator would usually have an innate talent or a distinctive talent. 

Some of these talents or talents, could appear through their bloodline, or from within their bones. There were also those that were intentionally sealed inside their bodies. Everything was different, and their levels of strength varied greatly.

The Blood Talent of a Demon God could be among the best, and was very distinctive.

A demon baby who possessed this talent, would have the innate ability to devour spirits and purify blood.

This type of talent lay in the bloodline, and those who possessed it were natural body forging cultivators.

If they were to follow the path of body forging cultivation, and continue to dig up the potential strength of their bodies, then they would definitely become an unparalleled tyrannical body forging. 

They could then prove the Dao Path with the strength of their bodies, even becoming an Immortal God was still in a possibility!

Of course, the crux of the matter was that this baby had the talent of the Blood God Demon, who had managed to keep his consciousness up until now.

Except for removing every last drop of his blood, and crushing it into nothingness, there was no way to completely eliminate the innate consciousness of this child.

This was why this demon baby was still alive.

Suddenly, Feng Zun heard a clattering sound and felt moisture, which spread across the front of his robe. 

When Feng Zun saw this, the corner of his lips twitched.

The demonic baby in his arms had wetted, making his front robe drenched….

The little boy smiled and fell into a deep sleep, seemingly very satisfied.

He had to admit, that this demon baby now looked no different from any other baby anywhere. 

His body was delicate, looking like a statue carved from jade, he looked innocent and innocent, no more signs of strangeness or evil.

Feng Zun stared coldly at the baby in his arms, but he did not say anything, he just felt very unfamiliar with this.

He was never a father, let alone a baby. 

So, surely he never imagined, that there would be a baby peeing and wetting his robe as it is today.

A strange and faint feeling welled up in his heart.

For many years of her life, she had never held a baby before. 

In the end, he sighed, then took out a set of clothes from his storage ring. 

It was his robe, so he just wore it to the baby as much as he could, like he was wrapping a vegetable barn.  

As soon as the baby was wrapped, he carried her with his left arm, then gazed into the distance.

It was dusk, and the sun was as red as blood.

Li Shanglin and the other martial artists stood in the distance, like clay statues.

There was no doubt that the fight they had just witnessed, had shaken their hearts and minds.

Feng Zun shook his head, he turned around, and shot towards the underground world at the bottom of the abyss. 

Shortly after, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

There was still one thing he had to do as long as he was here, he had to save Weng Chatai and Qing Lin.

Meanwhile, in the distance.

When Feng Zun had left, Li Shanglin and the others reacted as if waking up from a dream. 

They looked at each other, all confused and in a daze.

Some of them still feel that they are dreaming, and still think that this is not real.

...

The twenty-fourth day of the eleventh lunar month.

Feng Zun traveled alone to the mountains of the unreturn wilderness, destroying the terrifying Heaven Demon Prison Formation, killing hundreds of heretical cultivators, slashing the head of Immortal peak cultivator Su Ying, he said, and annihilate the Consciousness of the Imperial Apex Realm, which resides within the body of the demonic baby!

The hundreds of martial artists who witnessed this were too shocked and astonished, to be speechless.