The night grew deeper in the border region of the Eastern Empire, yet the warmth from the pure Qi left by Lin Feng in Elder Gao's hut began to spread from mouth to mouth like a chain reaction. Inside a hidden cave that served as a meeting place for a dozen fugitive cultivators, the atmosphere was tense. Several torches burning on the cave walls reflected the shadows of people whose faces were filled with anxiety and suspicion.Lin Feng stood in their midst, still with the hood of his black robe gently draped. Beside him, Branch Head Han held a parchment scroll with a tense expression."I know you have all tasted a bit of the purifying energy brought by Master Lin through Elder Gao," Branch Head Han spoke, trying to break the silence. "We are here to offer shelter and training under this anonymous army. We will move together to bring down—""Bring down the sky? Or bring us down into a pit of death?!" a rough voice cut off Han's sentence.An old man in a torn grey robe and one blind eye

The silence inside the underground meditation chamber, located at the deepest point of the secret base, felt so thick that time itself seemed reluctant to flow there. The cold natural stone walls reflected the remnants of monochrome vapor emanating from Lin Feng's body. Ever since returning from the razed village that afternoon, Lin Feng had locked himself away. He sat cross-legged on a black jade altar, refusing to meet anyone, including Branch Head Han who had brought the latest logistics report.Something was wrong inside him. Lin Feng closed his pair of pupil-less silver eyes, focusing his entire consciousness toward his lower abdomen. Inside his dantian, the center of all his power, the Black-White Core that usually spun at a constant rhythm was now vibrating strangely. That vibration was not painful, but it emitted constant cold wave ripples, forcing his main meridians to continuously contract and expand irregularly."Why does this vibration continue?" Lin Feng murmured slowly in

The thick night blanketed the black mountain range on the outskirts of the Eastern Empire. At the highest peak, hidden by poisonous mist, stood a magnificent nine-tiered hall known as the Central Crow Hall. This was the heart of the Ghost Crow faction, Lin Feng's old ally when he destroyed the energy tower in the capital. However, in this chaotic world, no alliance was eternal. The absolute emptiness Lin Feng had realized in the underground meditation chamber made his divine senses extraordinarily keen and alert to every form of anomaly around him.In one corner of the hall's dark ceiling, isolated by thin Yin-Yang dimensional ripples, Lin Feng crept in silence. His black robe hood blended with the darkness, while his pair of pure silver pupil-less eyes stared straight down. His body hovered weightlessly, not touching any part of the building structure to avoid triggering protective formation alarms. He infiltrated this high-level secret meeting anonymously for only one purpose: to fi

The cold air in the border region grew increasingly piercing as dawn had yet to break. Inside the main cave of the secret underground base, hundreds of fugitive cultivators who now formed Lin Feng's anonymous army stood in neat rows. At the front line, Elder Mo and Elder Gao stood upright in their battle armor, ready to receive further instructions to attack the remnants of the Holy Order. However, as soon as Lin Feng stepped in, hovering one inch above the ground, the atmosphere inside the room suddenly froze.Lin Feng's pair of pure silver pupil-less eyes gleamed sharply from behind the darkness of his robe hood. The monochrome Yin-Yang aura radiating from his transparent body churned erratically, reflecting the great decision he had just locked after infiltrating the Central Crow Hall the night before."Master Lin, the entire fugitive army has assembled," Elder Mo stepped forward, clasping his hands together with deep respect. "Logistics from the Sun Association are ready. We can b

The cold air from the massacre at Black Eclipse Fortress still lingered along the border, but inside the secret office of the Sun Association's headquarters, the atmosphere was no less tense. Sheets of intelligence reports regarding the establishment of the Third Faction by Lin Feng were scattered across the sandalwood table.Branch Head Han stood before the large window, staring at the plumes of smoke beginning to thin on the distant horizon. Behind him, several senior association advisors were busy calculating logistics movements, their faces filled with extreme anxiety."Branch Head Han, Master Lin's actions have indeed cut off the dark faction's supply routes at the border," said one senior advisor, his voice trembling with tension. "However, this is an open declaration of war. We all know how massive the Ghost Crow's main headquarters is if they unleash their full fury.""I know that," Branch Head Han turned slowly, his human face looking worn from lack of