Chapter 1109: Encountering Assassins Again
In the courtyard, terrifying flames blazed among the ruins. On Lin Feng's body, the sun pattern grew increasingly dazzling, radiating light in all directions, intertwining with the sun in the sky.
Extending his hands, Lin Feng held a sun in each palm. Sunlight shone upon his hands as clusters of solar flames shot toward the heavens.
"Huff..." Lin Feng exhaled, and a stream of fire emerged from his breath. The moment his eyes opened, flames flickered within them. At this moment, he was like a man of fire, his entire body bathed in flames.
"Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm!" A hint of a smile appeared in Lin Feng's blazing eyes. He had broken through once again. Although his cultivation level might not be considered high in the vast and boundless Eight Wastelands Realm, considering the time he had spent cultivating, it was something to be proud of.
"It seems this place is no longer suitable to stay." Lin Feng muttered softly. Then, with a step, he shot off into the distance. As expected, after he left, many people soon came to investigate. Staring at the scorched earth on the ground, they wore thoughtful expressions.
After trading for a map in the city and gathering some information about the City of Fate, Lin Feng set off alone. He flew through the air, racing forward until he left the city behind and arrived at a desolate wilderness. Only then did he slow his pace and come to a stop.
Heading to the City of Fate this time required more thorough preparation. Although Lin Feng possessed martial ambition, he would never be arrogant or look down on the world. Every region of the Eight Wastelands Realm was home to billions of living beings. The entire vast Eight Wastelands Realm had a population exceeding ten billion, with territories so boundless that if he were to fly alone, even with his current cultivation, he couldn't circle the Eight Wastelands Realm in ten years. This showed just how vast it was. In such a terrifyingly large region, places of outstanding talent and spiritual energy were certainly not lacking. Especially those who emerged from small worlds, having inherited powerful legacies, could not be underestimated.
At present, he still had two sacred artifacts in his possession that he hadn't refined. He planned to spend a few days refining them.
Finding an uninhabited cave dwelling, Lin Feng sealed it shut. Then, he summoned the space-sealing banner gifted to him by the Yang Clan. This sacred artifact could seal the void and was an extremely powerful sacred artifact. If he were fighting an opponent of the same rank and they tried to flee, once the space-sealing sacred artifact was deployed, they would all have to stay behind.
After Yang Zilan returned to her clan, the Yang Clan had engaged in a great battle with Dragon Island, suffering heavy losses. If Yang Zilan were to report that Lin Feng was still alive, he wondered what expressions the Yang Clan members would wear.
A flash of light appeared, and a void ship materialized before Lin Feng. He quietly sensed it for a moment but quickly gave up and put it away. This void warship, like the space-sealing banner, was a spoil of war from Lin Feng killing a Yang Clan venerable. However, what frustrated Lin Feng was that this void ship was different from those of Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye. He couldn't control it; it seemed only a venerable could manage it.
Leaving it aside, Lin Feng began to refine the space-sealing banner. A day later, although he hadn't fully refined it, he at least had absolute control and could use it easily. However, with his current cultivation level, he couldn't unleash its full power. Sacred artifacts—only by mastering the power of sacred patterns could one best utilize their might.
Next, Lin Feng took out the Curse Scepter. A strange aura spread from it. The Curse Scepter not only contained the power of sacred patterns but also possessed an ethereal curse force. It was a true supreme sacred artifact, of a higher grade than the space-sealing banner and the Celestial Fate Sword. As for the demon sword, Lin Feng didn't know what grade of sacred artifact it was, but its demonic nature was terrifying.
During the process of refining the Curse Scepter, Lin Feng experienced a peculiar sensation, marveling at the strangeness of the world's forces. The Curse Scepter contained incantations that could channel the scepter's power, unleashing terrifying curse energy.
Moreover, these strange incantations were somewhat similar to Buddhist true words or demonic scriptures. Uttering a single word could manifest a Buddha-demon golden body to suppress everything, or a demonic script could cause terrifying demonic power to surge. Curses were similarly a mysterious force. Even without the Curse Scepter, one could still exert great power, though not as terrifying as when wielding it. It was like when Buddhist practitioners used Buddhist artifacts to chant the Six True Words or Nine True Words, which legends said could summon a true Buddha.
Of course, these incantations were not easy to fully comprehend. They were extremely complex, especially powerful curses, which required terrifying soul power and formidable mental strength as support.
Three days later, Lin Feng finally ended this brief seclusion and walked out of the cave dwelling.
Descending into the void, Lin Feng gazed at the vast world and let out a long sigh. He was now in the Southern Wasteland, countless millions of miles away from the Northern Wasteland. Relying on his own flight to return would take an unknown amount of time.
"It seems I must obtain a means of transportation!" Lin Feng muttered to himself. He should have gone to the desolate island near Dragon Island, even though he knew he might not find anyone there.
If the ends of small worlds all had teleportation arrays set up by emperors, as long as they didn't encounter misfortune within those worlds, they could leave. In that case, even if he went back and entered a world, he would be teleported away again, making it no different from not entering. And if a small world had no teleportation array, entering it didn't guarantee he could come out.
So Lin Feng guessed that when a martial emperor refined his own small world, he would inevitably set up a teleportation space, allowing him to precisely return to his lair at any time.
As for the possibility of Youyou, Jun Moxi, and the others meeting with harm in the small world, Lin Feng didn't want to imagine such a scenario. He believed that if the Great Pest could survive, they could too!
As for that Qiongqi fellow, Lin Feng wasn't worried about him at all. Anyone could be trapped, but it would be strange if that shrewd emperor could be confined. Lin Feng even suspected that old immortal was probably close to being able to set up his own teleportation formation.
Night fell. Lin Feng looked up at the stars slowly rising in the void, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief he couldn't put into words. Perhaps it signified that everyone would be safe. Moreover, heading to the City of Fate this time, Lin Feng had a premonition that he would encounter some familiar faces!
"Huff..." Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng stopped thinking too much. He stepped forward, flickering through the wilderness. Unlike the bustling cities, the endless wilderness also contained many large and small factions. Some places had abundant natural energy and were cultivation paradises, while others exuded a sinister aura, making one feel very uncomfortable.
But none of this concerned Lin Feng. He quietly contemplated the silence of the night, realizing that all the various factions, like himself, were just part of the multitude of living beings.
"Sound of fighting?" Lin Feng's gaze looked into the distance ahead. There, the aura was overwhelming, and killing intent permeated the air, incredibly dense. Huge trees were torn apart, mountains were blasted open, shaking the entire space.
Without stopping his flight, Lin Feng approached. Those fighting belonged to two factions. One faction was entirely clad in black robes, all using sharp weapons with lethal power, as if born for killing. Every attack was extremely fierce, aiming to take lives, keeping their opponents constantly on the defensive.
However, the few white-clad figures being besieged were also quite formidable. With a thought, they could command the surrounding plants and trees. Flower petals could kill, vines could bind people. Although there were only seven or eight of them, they managed to hold out against this terrifying killing force. In their midst, a woman seemed severely injured, sitting cross-legged. A holy snow lotus enveloped her, and a peaceful light poured over her body, exuding an ethereal immortal aura. However, the bloodstains on her white robes marred that immortal artistic conception (yijing).
"Xue Biyao!"
Lin Feng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that the Heavenly Martial realm expert from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace would be lured here and besieged. These people were bold to strike at the Sky Dome Immortal Palace. He wondered which faction they belonged to.
The young men from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace protecting Xue Biyao were all at the Seventh or Eighth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. They guarded Xue Biyao, but the situation was precarious. The black-robed men's killing techniques were all life-taking arts, extremely dangerous.
"They don't intend to kill Xue Biyao!" Lin Feng thought as he watched the battle. If those black-robed men wanted to kill Xue Biyao, they could have used their killing techniques simultaneously. The Sky Dome Immortal Palace people could protect themselves, but they might not be able to protect Xue Biyao. Yet they didn't. This was quite intriguing—someone wanted to capture the holy maiden of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace alive.
The black-robed men paid no attention to Lin Feng, an irrelevant person.
The young men from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace naturally saw Lin Feng as well. One of them suddenly shouted, "Junior brother, no need to wait for the right moment! Why not strike and kill them now!"
"Oh?" Lin Feng's expression stiffened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. This man was vicious, trying to drag him into the conflict to divert the enemy's attention.
"Whoosh!"
Sure enough, as soon as those words were spoken, a sound of space being pierced came. A black shadow shot straight at Lin Feng, fast as lightning. In an instant, it arrived beside him. A sword enveloped Lin Feng's entire body. Lin Feng felt that no matter where he dodged, he would fall into the opponent's endless killing moves.
"A sword of death!"
A terrifying crisis descended. Lin Feng's expression stiffened. This man's sword was somewhat similar to the shadow assassin he had encountered in the killing grounds at the bottom of the Wasteland Sea, but seemed even more fearsome. The aura emanating from the opponent made one's scalp tingle. Countless souls had perished under his sword!