All Chapters of Cultivator of the Shattered Heavens: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81 The Invisible Wound
The journey south took three days. Three days of floating through clouds stained with the memory of battle, aboard Old Chen's rickety flying vessel that groaned with every gust of wind like an old man complaining about his joints. The ship was small—barely large enough for four people and the old merchant's collection of salvaged artefacts that clanked and rattled in wooden crates. But it was stable, and after the chaos of Neverthaw's collapse, stability was a luxury none of them dared complain about. Lin Feng sat at the bow, legs crossed, eyes closed. To anyone watching, he appeared to be meditating—recovering from the ordeal, gathering his strength. But inside his mind, a storm raged. The voices had started two hours after they escaped. "The leyline patterns are shifting..." "He doesn't understand. He cannot understand." "We should tell him. Warn him. The Chaos... they remember." Whispers. Not words, exactly, but impressions—fragments of thought from beings who had been dead f
Chapter 82 Return to the Battlefield
The sun bled orange and crimson over the jagged peaks of the Verdant Vine Mountains, painting the sky in hues that matched the chaos below. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the forest, his newly enhanced eyes—now flecked with traces of silver from the Architects' blessing—scanning the familiar yet horrifyingly transformed landscape.The sect he had left weeks ago was unrecognisable.Where once stood proud wooden gates and watchtowers manned by bored disciples, now rose crude barricades of sharpened stakes and piled rubble. The outer walls, once immaculate white stone, were scarred with black burn marks and gaping holes. Fires burned in irregular patterns across the complex—not the orderly cookfires of a functioning sect, but the desperate signal fires of a settlement under siege.And the patrols. There were so many more patrols.Quick Analysis (Deconstruction Eye):· Defensive Layout: Improvised. 47 watch points, rotating shifts every 2 hours.· Troop Count Estimate: Approx. 300 active d
Chapter 83 Trial of the Traitor
The roof tiles were cold beneath Lin Feng's fingertips, gritty with centuries of accumulated dust and the droppings of spirit birds that had long since abandoned this place. Through a crack no wider than his thumb, he could see everything—the raised dais where Grand Elder sat like a stone effigy, the rows of lesser elders flanking him like carrion birds waiting for a meal, and in the centre of it all, two kneeling figures that made his heart clench with a fury so pure it threatened to burn through his carefully constructed calm.Chen.And Yun Xue.They were both chained—not with ordinary iron, but with Spirit Binding Shackles, their surfaces etched with formations that glowed a sickly green. Lin Feng's Deconstruction Eye, enhanced by the gauntlet hidden beneath his sleeve, fed him information in a constant stream.[Analysis: Spirit Binding Shackles]· Type: Restraint Artefact (Low-Grade Mortal)· Function: Suppresses Qi flow in bound
Chapter 84: A Fragile Ceasefire
Chaos erupted in the hall like a storm breaking through a dam.One moment, the Grand Elder was raising his hand to pronounce judgment on Chen and Yun Xue. The next, the heavy doors of the Aula Persidangan crashed open, and a scout stumbled in—robes torn, face pale as death, eyes wide with a terror that silenced the room more effectively than any command."Grand Elder!" the scout screamed, his voice cracking. "From Crimson Scratch! The Chaos Beings... they're starting to emerge! Border towns are under attack! Hundreds dead already! Thousands fleeing!"The words hung in the air like poison.Then the hall exploded."Chaos Beings? That's impossible! The seals have held for five hundred years!""We need to mobilize! All forces, immediately!""My family is in Eastgrove—that's on the border! I have to go!"Elder Ming, who had been gloating moments before, now stood frozen, his face cycling through confusion, disbelief,
Chapter 85 Expedition into the Red Hell
Three days. That was all the time they had to prepare for what might very well be their last journey.Lin Feng stood at the edge of the makeshift camp, watching the sunrise paint the sky in shades of amber and rose. Behind him, the remnants of Verdant Vine Sect stirred to life—warriors checking their weapons, medics organising supplies, scouts marking maps with trembling hands. A hundred of them. The best of what remained. And beside them, volunteers from sects he had never heard of until a week ago: Frostvale, Misty Peaks, even a small contingent from the distant Iron Sand Sect.All united by fear. All looking to him.Me, Lin Feng thought, the absurdity of it almost making him laugh. A former slave. A fugitive. And now they expect me to lead them into hell."Stop brooding. It doesn't suit you."Yue Ling appeared beside him, her silver fox mask pushed up to reveal sharp eyes that missed nothing. She had changed since Neverthaw—they all ha
Chapter 86: The Labyrinth of Flesh and Metal
The Crimson Scratch was not merely a crack in the earth. It was a descent into madness.The moment Lin Feng's group crossed the threshold where the red-tinged light gave way to something deeper, the world redefined itself. The walls were not stone, not earth, but a horrifying fusion of organic tissue and corroded metal, intertwined like lovers in a tomb. Veins—thick, pulsing, and filled with viscous red liquid—throbbed against plates of rusted iron. The ground beneath their feet was spongy, yielding with each step like walking on a giant's corpse.The air was thick, hot, and humid, carrying a smell that was both clinical and charnel—the sharp tang of antiseptic mixed with the sweet, metallic stench of a slaughterhouse. It clung to the back of the throat, making every breath a conscious effort."Aiya! What is this place?" cried a young cultivator from the Misty Peaks contingent, his voice trembling. He stumbled back, his foot sinking slightly into the flesh
Chapter 87 The Mother's Heart
The Shard in Lin Feng's chest pulsed with an intensity that bordered on agony. Not the sharp, stabbing pain of an injury, but something deeper—a resonant ache that seemed to vibrate through every meridian, every bone, every memory he possessed. It was as if the Shard was recognising something. Calling out to something.And then he understood.The creature deep within Crimson Scratch was not a Chaos Being.It was one of them. One of the Architects.Buried when the defence system collapsed thousands of years ago, she had not died—not completely. Trapped between life and death, her body had fused with the chaotic energies of the Fracture, her flesh warping into something monstrous, her consciousness fragmenting into a nightmare of pain and isolation. For millennia she had lain here, slowly being consumed by the very energy she had once helped to control.And the Shard Lin Feng carried—the complete one, the heart of Neverthaw Observatory—was
Chapter 88 The Impossible Choice
CulThe monster's breath was a hurricane of rotting flesh and ancient sorrow.Lin Feng stood at the edge of the abyss—not a physical abyss, but one of the soul. Before him, the colossal form of the fallen Architect towered, its body a grotesque fusion of decaying organic matter and corroded metal. Flesh and machinery had grown together over millennia, pulsing with the same sickly red light that had poisoned the Crimson Scratch for centuries. And in the centre of that horror, buried deep within the chest cavity like a heart entombed in rotting ribs, pulsed the faint, desperate glow of what remained of its original consciousness.My child... you came... you brought my heart... return it... return it...The voice wasn't sound. It was pure psychic agony, drilling directly into Lin Feng's mind. The merged Shard in his chest responded, not with fear, but with a grief so profound it brought tears to his eyes—tears that belonged to the Architects, not to him.<
Chapter 89 Operation
The silence within the Crimson Scratch was a living thing—a heavy, pulsating absence of sound that pressed against Lin Feng's eardrums like underwater pressure. Around him, the walls of flesh and metal continued their rhythmic breathing, expanding and contracting with the slow, agonised respiration of the buried Architect. The air was thick with the smell of decay and ancient iron, so dense it felt like he was breathing through cloth.Lin Feng sat cross-legged before the mountain of flesh that was the monster's core body. His hands, bare and trembling slightly, pressed against the pulsating, diseased surface. It was warm, feverish, and slick with some kind of spiritual fluid that glowed faintly red. The moment his skin made contact, a jolt of pure agony shot through him—not his own, but an echo of the Architect's millennia of suffering.Deconstruction Eye activated at its highest level, pushed beyond its normal limits by the urgency of the moment and the silent sup
Chapter 90 "The Departure of a Mother"
The crystal sphere shattered. It was not a violent explosion, but a release—a sigh held for ten thousand years, finally let go. The sound was soft, like wind chimes in a distant memory, yet it resonated through every fibre of Lin Feng's being. Blue light, pure and gentle as a summer sky, bloomed from the point of impact and spread outward in concentric waves, washing over the crimson-stained walls of the Scratch like a tide of forgiveness. Lin Feng watched, barely able to keep his eyes open, as the light touched everything. The fleshy, pulsating walls that had throbbed with corrupted energy began to dry, their sickly red hue fading to grey, then crumbling into harmless dust. The Fracture-Hounds that had been circling them, waiting for the moment to strike, froze mid-step. Their multiple red eyes flickered, dimmed, and then... changed. The red faded to a warm, earthy brown. One of them, the largest, blinked slowly, looked at its own paws as if seeing the