# Chapter 1100: Great Derivation Saint Art
"Supreme Sacred Artifact, little one, you really did benefit from this emperor's light, and yet you dare to use it to curse this emperor," Qiongqi said, his eyes glaring at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng shot Qiongqi a disdainful look. This shameless creature could claim credit for anything good that happened. Of course, Lin Feng himself understood that without Qiongqi, he wouldn't have been so successful. Those two undead souls alone would have been enough to give him trouble.
Lin Feng refined the Curse Scepter. Even before fully refining it, he could already command it and use its curse power. Once he completely refined it, its power would surely be even greater.
"What are you doing!" Qiongqi was speechless at Lin Feng's actions. He was utterly dumbfounded by this guy today—he was actually planning to refine the scepter right here.
"Uncultured. This emperor is truly embarrassed to be with you. I've already dealt with the death thoughts of this Martial Emperor's physical body. The imperial throne he sat on is also a treasure, with Dao patterns carved into it. A seat often occupied by an emperor—if you sit on it, your enlightenment will improve considerably. And this azure light palace, all treasures."
Qiongqi sighed, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes: "Didn't you say there were other small worlds? After we clean this one out, let's go check out the other small worlds!"
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After hearing Qiongqi's words, Lin Feng realized that compared to this creature, he was still too naive, too upright. He was thinking about refining the Curse Scepter, while Qiongqi was thinking about moving the entire small world away, and after that, moving on to other small worlds...
Of course, this time Lin Feng deeply believed that Qiongqi's idea was correct, very correct. So he very decisively put away the Curse Scepter and walked toward the Martial Emperor's physical body.
"This Martial Emperor's physical body is mine." With a flash of light, Qiongqi stored the body away, giving Lin Feng a contemptuous look: "I'll leave you the Martial Emperor's throne."
"This old undying one." Lin Feng's expression stiffened. This bastard actually wanted to covet the Martial Emperor's body. The shameless creature was probably still thinking about occupying a Martial Emperor's body.
"Lent to you temporarily," Lin Feng said to Qiongqi, making Qiongqi's fierce eyes stare at him. This bastard kid actually dared to say he was lending it to him temporarily.
Walking to the Martial Emperor's Mysterious Jade Throne, Lin Feng sat down. Instantly, he felt a mysterious force. Heaven and earth seemed to become much clearer. This power was very wondrous, just as Qiongqi had said—an emperor's throne was carved with Dao principles. Sitting on it to cultivate could be faster and could also enhance enlightenment.
"Hmm?" At that moment, Lin Feng looked up at the top of the palace. Strands of patterns were continuously flowing. Lin Feng's eyes seemed able to see through illusions, to see the peerless techniques hidden within.
"Damn!" Lin Feng was speechless. It really was just as Qiongqi had said—everything here was treasure everywhere. Within this entire Enlightenment Notes, there was the sealed Supreme Sacred Artifact Curse Scepter, and the writing itself contained Dao power, as well as the Martial Emperor's physical body, and the throne he was sitting on now—all treasures. He hadn't expected that by casually glancing at the top of the palace, he would discover another sealed peerless divine ability.
His illusion-penetrating gaze fixed on the top of the palace. Lin Feng's eyes gradually began to sink in. Sometimes he saw a heaven-shattering giant hand pressing down toward him, about to blast him to destruction; sometimes this giant hand transformed into a sword technique, about to assassinate him; the sword transformed into a long spear, the spear into a divine fist, the divine fist into a Five Finger Mountain, pressing down on him until he could hardly breathe.
"Hoo..." Lin Feng's expression stiffened. He let out a long breath. It was that sinking feeling again. His entire mind seemed to be sinking into it. Sweat soaked his clothes. That attack manifested various divine abilities, appearing vividly before his eyes as if aimed at him, blasting toward him, shaking his heart.
"What a powerful offensive life-taking great art!" Lin Feng was shocked in his heart. At the top of the palace, strands of patterns gathered together, seemingly condensing into several large characters, vigorous and powerful, filled with a sense of infinite power.
"Great Derivation Saint Art!"
Lin Feng's expression trembled. Great Derivation Saint Art—this should be the name of this powerful offensive life-taking great art. This reminded Lin Feng of Yuan Fei's Great Derivation Staff Technique. Qiu Yuexin had said that the Great Ape Emperor had passed down to Yuan Fei the eighty-one forms of the Great Derivation Staff Technique, with infinite power, capable of manifesting any attack method. This Great Derivation Saint Art seemed very similar to the Great Derivation Staff Technique. It was a terrifying derivative killing divine ability, and even the name had some similarities.
"The Great Derivation Saint Art is a divine ability from ancient times, passed down for who knows how many years. The Great Derivation Staff Technique should be a powerful method born later, perhaps created by some powerful Ape Emperor ancestor who, through observing the Great Derivation Saint Art, created the Great Derivation Staff Technique suitable for demon apes to use."
Lin Feng guessed in his heart. Of course, whether it was true or false couldn't be verified, but at least he understood that both the Great Derivation Saint Art and the Great Derivation Staff Technique were infinitely powerful, extremely terrifying, capable of manifesting any powerful attack method.
Sitting quietly on the throne, Lin Feng seemed to sink into the cultivation of the Great Derivation Saint Art, unable to extricate himself. He watched as that terrifying divine ability manifested various kinds of dreadful attacks from heaven and earth, ever-changing, with infinite methods. Each manifested attack method was powerful and terrifying, yet all different, extremely frightening, truly worthy of being called an offensive great art.
After contemplating for a long time, Lin Feng still felt he couldn't fully grasp all its mysteries. To become proficient in this terrifying offensive saint art in a short time was simply impossible. Even a Venerable couldn't do it. He was only able to best experience this powerful method by relying on the throne.
Qiongqi and the two phantom figures had obviously also noticed Lin Feng's current state and didn't disturb him. They looked up at the top of the palace but found they couldn't see through the illusions. They could only see sacred patterns and Dao power flowing within, mysterious and profound, but they couldn't penetrate it, couldn't do what Lin Feng did—see through it and reveal the Great Derivation Saint Art for cultivation.
"This guy, what's going on with him!" Even Qiongqi couldn't see through Lin Feng now. He had been able to summon the Curse Scepter, and now he seemed to see divine abilities that Qiongqi couldn't see, gradually sinking into them and cultivating with his eyes closed. Lin Feng's situation had exceeded his expectations.
"Kill!" At that moment, two terrifying lights shot from Lin Feng's eyes. Then, he suddenly pounced toward Qiongqi, raising his hand and sending out a terrifying palm attack.
"Boom!" Caught off guard, Qiongqi was sent flying by Lin Feng, immediately roaring angrily: "Damned bastard, how dare you ambush this emperor!"
As he spoke, his body instantly pounced forward, fast as lightning, his entire form seeming to turn into a blurry shadow, making it impossible for Lin Feng to see which body was real.
"So fast!" Lin Feng's mind moved. His palm trembled slightly, and instantly his palm print seemed to transform into a giant mountain, vast and enormous, about to suppress all those shadows. Rumbling sounds continued as Qiongqi crashed into the mountain-like giant seal, sent flying once again.
"This emperor is angry!" Qiongqi roared, just about to go berserk when he saw Lin Feng had already withdrawn his divine ability, smiling at him with a brilliant grin on his face.
"Pseudo-Emperor, I was just verifying the power of the divine ability I just cultivated. You are so magnanimous and have been instructing me in cultivation, surely you won't bother with someone like me," Lin Feng said to Qiongqi with a smile, making Qiongqi's huge eyes twitch.
"Of course. What kind of person is this emperor? How could I bother with a brat like you? Besides, you're right. This emperor has been taking you through the Nine Heavens Continent, instructing you in cultivation, so naturally I won't blame you for testing your divine ability. Next time you cultivate some new divine ability, you can continue to try it on me!"
The great emperor was extremely proud, seemingly disdainful to argue with Lin Feng.
"But, what divine ability did you just use? It was clearly a huge palm print, then suddenly turned into a mountain seal technique."
"Great Derivation Saint Art. I comprehended and cultivated it from the top of this palace. If I were strong enough, I could manifest countless kinds of powerful attack forces in a single strike, mutually generating and overcoming each other, with infinite power. Unfortunately, my current ability is still far from enough."
Lin Feng spoke, making Qiongqi's mouth twitch. No justice. This bastard's luck was simply too heaven-defying. The Great Derivation Saint Art—such a terrifying offensive power, and he had actually cultivated and obtained it. From now on, he could manifest all kinds of powerful forces from heaven and earth to attack, with infinite power. So the Great Derivation Saint Art originated from ancient times, with an extremely long history. In later generations, who knew how many divine abilities had been derived from it. Just the ones Qiongqi knew of numbered no less than a hundred.
He hadn't expected that today, the original divine ability technique of the Great Derivation Saint Art would be obtained by Lin Feng, and he had cultivated it.
"Indeed, all treasures. Kid, quickly figure out how to take this entire palace away," Qiongqi urged, making Lin Feng feel like banging his head against a wall!
Lin Feng stood up, placing his hand on the throne, preparing to collect it. However, he found that the throne seemed embedded in the ground, impossible to move even a bit.
"Get up!" Lin Feng roared angrily. Powerful force enveloped the entire throne. He used the Great Derivation Saint Art, manifesting an enormous hand that grabbed the throne, trying to pull it up.
"Rumble!" A terrifying force spread out. The ground trembled. The throne was forcefully pulled up by Lin Feng. But at that moment, brilliant radiance suddenly burst forth, enveloping Lin Feng within the light.
This dazzling light was actually filled with terrifying Void Power!