Lin Feng's consciousness snapped back to the real world as if forcibly pulled from a bottomless abyss. An intense dizziness struck his head, and he gasped for breath as if his lungs had just been deprived of air for centuries. His palm detached from the cold surface of the giant crystal ball in that folded dimension hall.Around him, the silent gray atmosphere still enveloped the Ghost Crow Sect's headquarters. Cai Rong stood a few steps beside him, observing with a thin, triumphant smile.However, Lin Feng paid no attention to Cai Rong. His breath was ragged, and his eyes, now flashing pure silver, radiated immense anger and anguish. His soul was shaken after witnessing the end of that vision, the moments before the four blades pierced the back of the Martial Emperor."Mulan... come out now!" Lin Feng hissed. His voice was low, but trembled violently with emotion overflowing from his dantian.A glimmer of silver light flickered beside him. Qiao Mulan's spirit form materialized slowly

Lin Feng's steps stopped right at the gate of the folded dimension, which was beginning to tremble gently. Although he had just sworn to tear down the false temples in the sky, one big question still lingered in his mind. If Zhan Tianshu was so powerful, and if his original cultivation method was so pure, why did his heirs, including himself, have to endure such extraordinary difficulty just to absorb natural Qi?Lin Feng turned to Qiao Mulan, who was still floating beside him with a face shrouded in sorrowful mist."Mulan, there is something that does not make sense," Lin Feng said, his voice echoing in the cold stone corridor. "You said Zhan Tianshu created cultivation so that humans could become strong independently. But look at me, look at how tormented I was for years at the Cloud Sword Sect. My dantian rejected Qi, my body felt like it was burning every time I meditated. If this is the emperor's legacy, why does it feel like a curse? I know natural Qi has been contaminated, but

Black smoke still billowed thickly from the giant crater that had just been struck by the heavenly punishment lightning. The surrounding ground had turned into black glass due to the extreme heat, reflecting the remnants of purple electric sparks still crackling in the air. In the midst of that emptiness, the Black Disaster sword stood upright, embedded in the cracked earth.Suddenly, a mass of golden clouds in the sky parted with a graceful yet pressured sound. A pillar of golden light descended slowly, carrying a man dressed in white armor with wings of light. His face was so symmetrical it felt unnatural, and his eyes had no pupils, only cold golden light."Anomaly detected. Purification must be completed immediately," the man's voice echoed without emotion, its vibrations causing the rocks in the crater to shatter into dust."Lin Feng! Wake up! A Sky Emissary has descended!" Qiao Mulan's voice shouted in panic within Lin Feng's consciousness.From beneath the pile of scorched rock

Lin Feng walked along the streets of the still bustling trading city, but his presence now felt different. Although he wore a thick hooded robe to cover his body, the cold aura radiating from his increasingly transparent hands made those around him instinctively step aside. They did not know who he was, but their animal instincts warned them that the figure passing by was no longer fully human.He arrived at the headquarters of the Sun Association. Without much talk, he passed the guards who had momentarily frozen stiff from the mental pressure Lin Feng emitted. Lin Feng went straight to Branch Head Han's private room.CRACK!The door opened without a knock. Branch Head Han, who was examining a stack of parchment scrolls, jolted, nearly dropping his teacup. He looked up and saw Lin Feng standing there with an aura far more terrifying than their first meeting."Master Lin... you have returned so soon?" Branch Head Han tried to compose himself, though his hands trembled slightly. "I hea

The darkness that had swallowed the Final Valley slowly receded, leaving behind a horrifying sight. The thousands of cultivators from the holy factions who had filled the valley were now gone, leaving only piles of black ash flying away in the cold wind. The ground they had stepped on was scorched, stripped of all nutrients and life energy. In the center of that empty crater, Lin Feng stood upright, still carrying Zhang Hao's lifeless body.His Black Disaster sword was embedded in the ground, its blade still emitting thin black vapor. Lin Feng stared at the pile of ash before him, the remains of Grand Elder Zhao who had been so arrogant. Yet, there was no glimmer of victory in his eyes. No satisfaction."Strange..." Lin Feng whispered. His voice sounded very calm, flat, and clear, like the sound of metal ringing in the silent night."Lin Feng... can you hear me?" Qiao Mulan's voice trembled greatly as she appeared in her spirit form beside him.Lin Feng turned slowly. His gaze was emp