Chapter 1097: Martial Emperor Corpse
"What era is it?" The phantom murmured softly, its gaze appearing somewhat dazed. It had forgotten, forgotten how many years had passed, as if spanning countless epochs. It only knew it had been a very, very long time.
"I don't know how far that era is from today. I only know that in the past, the ancient Heavenly Court waged war against the Demon Clan due to the fall of the Heavenly Emperor. That war dragged in countless forces. The entire continent was boiling. The heavens and earth seemed about to be shattered, the regions seemed about to be torn open, as if an endless river of hell had been breached. We were buried within it."
It was too long ago, so long that even his memories were blurry, but he still remembered that apocalyptic scene. It was too terrifying.
"Ancient Heavenly Court!" Qiongqi's heart twitched violently. Damn, it was actually the era of the ancient Heavenly Court. How terrifying. He thought he was an old monster, but in front of this guy, he could only be considered a junior among juniors. He didn't know how many generations separated them. But then again, who could compare to him, the great emperor? Even experts from ancient times would have to become servants of him, the great Yan Emperor.
"Do you know about the ancient Heavenly Court?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi. The Heavenly Court, what was it?
"I've seen records in ancient texts, but only a fragment. The rest of the marks were erased. I don't know if they disappeared in the river of history or were deliberately removed. I only know that it was one of the most terrifying forces on the Nine Heavens Continent hundreds of thousands of years ago. It seems the great war of the ancient era originated from the ancient Heavenly Court." Qiongqi had lost his joking demeanor and spoke seriously, which somewhat matched what the phantom had said.
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago!" Lin Feng's expression stiffened. No wonder it was called the ancient era.
"What is the river of hell? Could this Wasteland Sea be hell itself?" Lin Feng asked another question. The great war of the ancient era had even breached hell. Could such a terrifying existence as hell truly exist?
"Wasteland Sea?" The phantom was slightly surprised, clearly not knowing what the Wasteland Sea was.
"The place we are in now is the bottom of the Wasteland Sea. This Wasteland Sea was likely born from the ancient war you just mentioned." Lin Feng replied. This was the history of the Wasteland Sea he had heard, but as for the truth, who could know the facts after hundreds of thousands of years? If anyone knew, it would be this soul from the ancient era.
"Why is it called the Wasteland Sea? The great war of the ancient era breached hell. Could the river of hell have eroded this land and evolved into what you call the Wasteland Sea?" The phantom said with a hint of doubt, causing Lin Feng's expression to stiffen. The river of hell eroding the land, evolving into the Wasteland Sea? Wasn't that too horrifying? Did hell truly exist in this world?
"Pseudo-Emperor!" Lin Feng's gaze fell on Qiongqi. Qiongqi's massive eyes flickered as he slowly said, "I don't know the origin of the Wasteland Sea either, but I know of a place connected to hell."
"Where?" Lin Feng was shocked. There was actually a place connected to hell? This had already exceeded the scope of his understanding.
The great war of the ancient era had split the earth and cut open the river of hell. When martial cultivators reached the pinnacle and towered over heaven and earth, could they truly tear open the sky and cut out hell?
"The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the Nine Abyss Twelve Kingdoms. Among them, the Nine Abyss Land is a place of absolute peril. It is said to be connected to hell, with rivers of hell flowing through it. It is a land of annihilation." Qiongqi said calmly, making Lin Feng's expression stiffen. River of hell, land of annihilation.
Nine Abyss. Just hearing the name sent chills down one's spine. Nine Abyss Purgatory. Was this Nine Abyss truly connected to hell?
"And what level of expert was the master of this small world? What was your relationship to him?" Lin Feng asked another question that the other party had not addressed earlier.
"He was an emperor, but only the lowest level, a low-rank emperor. He did not survive the great war of the ancient era. His small world was attacked and shattered, reduced to ruins. I was his servant."
Nowadays, Martial Emperors recruited personal disciples and accepted Martial Emperor's disciples, which was also a method of building their own forces, making their power flourish. They also gave everyone titles, motivating them to cultivate harder. But people from the ancient era were more direct. The strong ruled more nakedly. Emperors directly enslaved the weak as their servants. This phantom expert was a servant of this low-rank emperor.
"Low-rank emperor." Lin Feng murmured to himself. It seemed that after ascending to the supreme imperial throne, there was another level of martial arts hierarchy.
"Are there any relics inside?"
"I'm not sure. At that time, we were attacked by a terrifying expert. The small world was destroyed. In an instant, all people and sacred artifacts were annihilated. I had cultivated a secret technique, and at that moment, I dissolved my soul and sealed it within my sacred artifact, the Square Sky Halberd, barely escaping with my life. This emperor was likely also annihilated. I don't know if any relics were left behind."
The phantom said slowly, causing Lin Feng's heart to tremble. This was an emperor, even if only a low-rank one, still an unparalleled existence to him. But he was killed by a single strike from a supreme expert that destroyed the small world. All the servants and sacred artifacts in the small world were destroyed and shattered, none surviving. This showed the magnificence of that supreme expert. Lin Feng wondered if those top experts had also fallen in this Wasteland Sea.
It seemed that many people had their reasons for coming to the Wasteland Sea to seek treasures. Even the great war of the ancient era, hundreds of thousands of years ago, had left countless relics in the Wasteland Sea. It was just that the Wasteland Sea was too vast and its destructive power too terrifying, so only a fraction of its secrets had been uncovered. Perhaps even great emperors had been buried in this Wasteland Sea.
"After we return, I will grant you a powerful physical body." Lin Feng did not continue asking questions and said to the phantom. In the Jade Emperor Palace, many experts were sealed inside. With his current strength, there were still many he could not handle. It would be perfect to send this phantom in to choose a suitable body. Perhaps in the future, he could cultivate a powerful venerable from the ancient era.
At this moment, Lin Feng even hoped to encounter more souls like this phantom. After all, Qiongqi could use the Soul Binding Sacred Mark Array to bind them all, letting them choose bodies and cultivate a group of experts. Moreover, these were experts from the ancient era, reborn hundreds of thousands of years later. Wasn't that an exciting prospect?
Lin Feng continued deeper into the small world. Just as the phantom had said, everything was destroyed. Lin Feng discovered that the small world not only had palaces but also huge gardens of vegetation, seemingly where spiritual herbs were once planted. But now, they were gone. Without the supply of origin energy, the spiritual medicines had long withered and died.
"A Martial Emperor's small world is truly mysterious. It's like a real world. Inside, the Martial Emperor is the master and can do whatever they want." A surge of infinite anticipation welled up in Lin Feng's heart. One day, when he became a Martial Emperor and condensed his own small world, he could bring all his family with him. He could build palaces and pavilions in the small world, even create a world of his own.
Of course, for now, Lin Feng could only dream. The path of martial arts was arduous, step by step. He still needed to climb unyieldingly, crossing the Heavenly Martial Realm, first entering the ranks of venerables to become a true expert, then proving his Dao to become an emperor, achieving the supreme imperial throne, overlooking a corner of the world, and refining a world of his own.
In the ruins of this small world, Lin Feng indeed encountered another remnant soul. The supreme expert's world-destroying strike had shattered the small world, clearly not caring much about these venerable martial cultivators, regardless of whether they were dead or not. The first remnant soul Lin Feng encountered had dissolved its soul, barely escaping death. After countless years, it had gradually grown stronger, only to find that the world was no longer the same, its bones had rotted, and its soul could not leave, forcing it to wait endlessly.
As for this second remnant soul, it had also cultivated a secret technique to survive, but its fate was the same as the first. It was schemed against by Qiongqi, sacrificed to him, and became his servant.
Lin Feng was secretly delighted. Two remnant souls. As long as he gave them bodies, he could cultivate two powerful venerables from the ancient era. He still hoped for a third, but unfortunately, none appeared.
Of course, Lin Feng also collected some broken sacred artifacts, inwardly cursing the supreme expert who had struck back then. Too ruthless. Not a single intact sacred artifact was left for him. If these two hadn't had secret techniques, they would have died along with the sacred artifacts. The other party's strength made Lin Feng's heart palpitate.
But with so many damaged sacred artifacts, Lin Feng knew he had struck it rich. Even selling them as materials for refining sacred artifacts at an auction would net him a huge profit.
At this moment, Lin Feng arrived at a cyan stone hall. The hall was paved with ancient cyan stones. Even after countless years, they still shone with luster, smooth and flawless, showing their quality. Above the cyan surface, faint patterns seemed to appear and disappear, as if flowing with the charm of the Dao, wondrous and mysterious.
"This was my master's hall. He comprehended the Dao and cultivated here."
Two illusory figures drifted behind Lin Feng, still holding a trace of reverence for their former master's hall.
The hall was open, with a huge five-finger print in the middle, clearly shattered by a palm strike that had blasted the cyan stone hall apart.
"An emperor's hall!" Lin Feng strode inside. The opportunity in this small world lay within this hall.
Qiongqi's eyes gleamed as he followed closely behind Lin Feng. Although his former self was a great emperor, he was now just a wisp of essence soul reborn. Everything had to start over, including cultivation and Dao comprehension. He needed to forge a new Dao of his own and ascend to the supreme peak.
This hall was deep and vast. Although covered in a layer of dust, it could not hide its splendor, shining with strange light. In the distance, there seemed to be a supreme imperial throne, but below the throne lay a corpse.
"A body preserved intact!"
Lin Feng's expression stiffened. If this was a Martial Emperor, even just a corpse, it would be a supreme treasure to him now, enough to drive countless people mad!
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