Lin Feng woke up on the cold stone floor.His body wouldn't move and his arms felt like lead. His legs were also numb. His entire skin was pale white, drained is energy and, he gave off the appearance of a corpse.Around him, the arena was empty. The beasts were all gone, all seven of them.He remembered everything that happened before he passed out.The Frost Bear's paw. The others closing in on him. He had raised his blade with barely no strength left. Just raw desperation.And something had snapped in him.His indigo core had exploded with dark light. The Primordial Devil technique Xian had taught him activated on its own. He had moved like a demon. Sword cutting through beast after beast, not thinking till he cut down the last spirit beast.Then the darkness took him.He had pushed past his limit. Way past his looked, and his body had paid the price.Now he was awake.Lin Feng tried to sit up. His muscles screamed. Every breath hurt. His meridians were dry and empty. His golden co

Lin Feng stood at the entrance of level three.His body felt different. Not only did his body feel lighter but stronger, the explosive energy in his body becoming five times stronger. He could feel despair crawling beneath his skin but it didn't threaten him anymore like it did initially. It felt like it was a part of him now. This development excited him a whole lot.He hadn't broken through to Dao Vein Realm yet. But he could tell there was only a thin barrier between him and the new realm.His muscles were denser and his bones felt like steel. The energy from level two had tempered his body in ways he didn't fully understand.Nodding in contentment, he stepped through the door leading to level 3.---Level three was an arena like the first, but it was larger. The floor was darker. The air was thick and rich with Dao energy. The heaven and earth energy here was twice richer than the energy in level 2.While taking note of his new environment, totally awed, figures appeared. There we

The divine sword rested in Lin Feng's hands.Its blade no longer glowed with hostile light. Its halo had faded. The weapon felt calm and peaceful, no longer resisting.He had won.The tower acknowledged his victory. Energy rushed into his body from all directions and his wounds closed. His meridians were once again filled to it's limit, and his ribs knitted themselves back together.With his cores circulating the dao energy around his body he was currently at peak state.The sword pulsed against his palm. A beam of light escaped from the sword, entering his head before he could react. The moment he realized what it was, he immediately loosened up. The sword gave him part of its memory, making a connection with his soul. From the sword's memories, Lin Feng realized how to totally refine and make himself it's master.Lin Feng didn't hesitate. He released his consciousness into the blade, and the sword accepted him. A bond was formed and solidified between them. The divine sword was no

The highest point of the tower was not what Lin Feng expected.He stepped through the final door and found himself in a chamber that stretched beyond sight. Golden light filled the space, warmer than the glow from the lower floors. Shelves lined every wall, carved from wood that had not decayed over probably countless millennia.On those shelves sat different rare treasures.Lin Feng's breath caught.There were pellets, herbs, cores, and even crystals that pulsed with energy he couldn't name. He also saw a bunch of artifacts that hummed with power even in stillness and scrolls that had a strange energy.But the center of the room held the true wonders.A dragon skull which was massive. The bone were as white as snow, and even in death, it exuded pressure that made Lin Feng's knees weak. A single touch could temper his body beyond imagination.A phoenix feather, still burning with eternal flame.A serpent's eye, preserved in crystal, watching nothing and everything.And in the corner,

A hundred thousand Dao cores.Lin Feng stared at the storage ring in his hand as he walked away from the guild. Although he had captured over two criminals in one day, one hundred thousand dao cores is still a far cry from the amount he needs. If only he could go after five of them at once.He stopped near a wooden pillar, leaning against it.Voices drifted from a nearby table. Three men in worn armor sat together, drinking. There were tired lines across their faces."The cult is getting bolder," one of them said. He had a scar across his nose and a bandage wrapped around his left hand. "Three of my men went after a bounty last week. Only one came back.""The demon cult?" another asked."Who else? The criminal was hiding in one of their safe houses. My men walked right into a trap."The third man slammed his cup on the table. "I lost my brother to those bastards. Two years ago. I still haven't found the one who killed him.""We should do something. Hunt them down. Make them pay.""A