Chapter 467: Chapter 467 My Spirit Animal is Too Fat for This Cage, and Now We’re Both Stuck

This old Daoist Soul Reaper’s existence would have already been erased completely, leaving no ashes, no remnant soul, not even a memory that could be recalled by heaven itself.

A moment later... The space twisted violently. Reality folded like a crumpled sheet of paper. And in the next instant, everything snapped back into place. They had returned.

Right outside Clear Moon City. The battlefield that had nearly become ruins stood in eerie contrast to the chaos that had just occurred beyond the void.

"Thud!" A heavy, smoking body crashed onto the ground.

Daoist Soul Reaper lay there twitching, his once terrifying aura completely gone.

His robes were burned away in patches, his skeletal frame cracked in several places, and blackened death qi leaked out of him uncontrollably like a leaking vessel.

His breathing if it could even be called that was ragged and unstable. He slowly lifted his head. And froze. Lin Feng stood right in front of him.

Calm. Clean. Not a single trace of battle on his body.

Hands clasped behind his back as always, his expression was as relaxed as someone observing a mild inconvenience on the roadside.

To Daoist Soul Reaper, this sight was more horrifying than any torture he had ever endured in his long existence. Because it meant one thing...

From beginning to end, Lin Feng had never been serious. A thought struck him, cold and suffocating.

If this is him while not trying... then what is he when he is serious?

For the first time in his countless years of cultivation, Daoist Soul Reaper felt something crack inside his Dao heart.

Fear. Not fear of death. But fear of absolute, irreversible defeat.

Far away, Ming Hua stood frozen on the flying vessel, her lips slightly parted.

Even she, someone who had lived for nearly a million years, could not process what she was seeing. Daoist Soul Reaper... Reduced to this state...

In less than a few breaths. And he had been trying to flee just moments ago like a hunted beast. The world no longer felt familiar.

Meanwhile, Yuan Bao casually took a sip of tea in the distance.

"...Huh." He nodded slowly as if satisfied.

"Yep. That looks about right." No one knew whether he was commenting on Daoist Soul Reaper’s condition... or Lin Feng’s daily routine.

Lin Feng finally spoke again. His voice was calm, almost gentle.

"Please repent your sins in silence." No anger. No emotion. Just a statement of fact.

Then... He raised two fingers. A soft sound echoed.

"Poof." The ground beneath Daoist Soul Reaper suddenly changed.

It was no longer soil. No longer earth. It became something else entirely.

A void-like darkness opened beneath him, like reality itself had turned into a mouth waiting patiently. Daoist Soul Reaper’s eyes widened in terror.

"What is this?!" He tried to rise. To flee. To burn his life essence. To escape anything... anything at all. But nothing worked. His body refused to obey him.

Not because of suppression. But because the world itself had stopped acknowledging his resistance as valid.

"NO! I am Daoist Soul Reaper! I cannot die here! I cannot..." His voice broke. The void beneath him pulsed once. And the pulling force intensified.

It was not violent in a physical sense. It was absolute. Like gravity had become a divine law targeting only him.

"Stop!!! I can offer treasures! Ancient inheritances! Forbidden techniques!!!" His voice echoed desperately across the space. But Lin Feng did not even blink.

He simply watched. Like someone waiting for a process to finish. The void beneath Daoist Soul Reaper expanded slightly.

Cracks of darkness spread outward like ink bleeding into paper. His body began to sink.

Slowly at first. Then faster.

"No... no... I cannot die like this..." His voice grew weaker as he descended. His fingers clawed at the air, tearing through nothingness, trying to grasp anything real.

But there was nothing to hold onto. Only emptiness. Only silence. Only inevitability. Above him, Lin Feng’s expression remained unchanged.

As if sealing ants into a jar. As if ending a minor disturbance. Not a battle between peak cultivators. Not a clash that could shake continents. Just... cleanup.

Daoist Soul Reaper’s vision blurred as the darkness swallowed him higher and higher.

The last thing he saw was Lin Feng looking down calmly, as if watching him sink into a pond. No hatred. No satisfaction. No emotion at all. Just completion.

Then... The world closed.

"Swallow." The void beneath him snapped shut like a mouth finishing its meal. Nothing remained. As if Daoist Soul Reaper had never existed in this world at all.

A heavy silence settled over Clear Moon City. The wind stopped. The clouds stabilized.

Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to hesitate before resuming its flow. For a long moment, nobody spoke.

Then somewhere in the distance, a cultivator whispered shakily...

"...It’s over?"

Yuan Bao set down his teacup.

"...Yep."

Ming Hua slowly exhaled, her hands slightly trembling. And Lin Feng? He simply dusted off his sleeve slightly.

"I’m going to be late for class."

An hour later, Daoist Soul Reaper slowly regained consciousness. At first, all he felt was pain. Not ordinary pain.

It was a deep, suffocating agony embedded into every fragment of his existence, as though his body, soul, cultivation, and even his Dao heart had all been crushed together and stitched back incorrectly.

"Drip." Something wet landed on his cheek.

A moment later...

"Drip."

Again. Daoist Soul Reaper’s eyelids twitched faintly. His consciousness slowly returned.

"...Mgh..." He forced his eyes open. And instantly regretted it. An enormous face filled his entire vision. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A very fat man was leaning directly over him, staring down with wide sparkling eyes while saliva continuously dripped from the corner of his mouth onto Daoist Soul Reaper’s face.

"Drip."

"Drip."

The fat man did not even bother wiping it. Instead, he looked fascinated. Like a child discovering a rare insect.

"...?!" Daoist Soul Reaper’s pupils shrank violently. His instincts screamed in danger.

He immediately tried to move away... But froze.