Chapter 1132: Sword Slave
No one had anticipated this turn of events. While everyone was engaged in a frenzied battle, a mysterious force produced a powerful Sacred Artifact, directly swallowed Lin Feng, and then stepped into a pre-arranged teleportation Sacred Mark Formation, leaving the area. They had come specifically for Lin Feng. They waited until all the experts from the Heavenly Terrace had made their moves before delivering the final blow, striking successfully and leaving in an instant.
"It's them!" The crowd recalled the mysterious force that had threatened the Sky Dome Immortal Palace that day. They had long coveted Lin Feng, and had clearly been preparing for this. Moreover, this force had even dared to threaten the Sky Dome Immortal Palace. The power they displayed today was indeed terrifying, causing everyone to have fought a pointless battle. The protagonist, Lin Feng, had been kidnapped, and those who died had died in vain, their efforts serving as a wedding dress for others.
No one knew who had captured Lin Feng. However, after this battle, Lin Feng would surely become known to all. Defeating the Saintess of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace at the same cultivation level was already a commendable achievement. Perhaps, if he did not die, his name would appear in the prophecies of the Fate City's Prophet.
Also, there was Lin Feng's wife, the fairy-like transformed beast. She was so beautiful, fully capable of rivaling the Four Great Beauties of the Eight Wastelands Realm, and even seemed to surpass them, flawless and perfect. At this moment, her black hair flew wildly, a holy immortal aura enveloped her entire body. The icy frost intent made people feel jealous of Lin Feng, and the tears at the corners of her eyes were heartbreaking, making one want to wipe them away for her.
"Buzz!" A brilliant holy immortal light enveloped Meng Qing's body. The medicinal effect grew stronger and stronger, seemingly stimulating a peculiar power within her, dreamlike and flawless.
"What kind of demon beast is she?" Many murmured to themselves, speculating in their hearts. They had never heard of a demon as ethereal as an immortal.
Even Feng Xuan and Xue Biyao were momentarily dazed. They faintly felt that another figure as dazzling as themselves was about to be born. Not only did she possess a world-toppling beauty, but she would also have terrifying talent. This must be a very noble race from the demon realm; otherwise, how could she have obtained the power of a holy immortal?
As for some of the older generation, their eyes flickered with sharpness, especially some experts from the Sky Dome Immortal Palace. They thought of a certain type of demon clan.
"This is somewhat troublesome!" Qiongqi's massive eyes flickered continuously. He estimated that Meng Qing's identity had been recognized by those with ulterior motives. It was inevitable that some would try to make a move on Meng Qing in the future.
"The power of the holy immortal has been stimulated by the sacred medicine's power. It would be good if it could awaken her ancient memories."
Qiongqi's thoughts raced. He wondered how that brat Lin Feng was doing. But that kid had always been lucky and didn't seem like someone destined for a short life.
The experts of the Heavenly Terrace were now all guarding Lin Feng's location, their eyes coldly sweeping over the surrounding crowd. The Ascetic Monk pressed his palms together, chanted a Buddha's name, and said, "Some major forces participated in today's events. If anything happens to my Heavenly Terrace's number one Heavenly Martial disciple, we will settle this account. If he is unharmed, and if any Venerable from other forces dares to make a move in the future, the Heavenly Terrace will not remain silent!"
"Hmph!" Some experts snorted coldly and then tore through the void and left. Now that Lin Feng had been kidnapped, staying was meaningless. If they tried to snatch the woman now, the people of the Heavenly Terrace would likely go berserk, and the cost would outweigh the gain.
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As for Lin Feng at this moment, after being swallowed by darkness, when he saw light again, he found himself in a vast, desolate garden. Around him, Venerable Martial experts surrounded him on all sides, making escape impossible.
Scanning the crowd, Lin Feng's expression flickered incessantly. He asked, "Who are you people? Why have you captured me?"
No one paid him any attention. A few people flickered and left, disappearing in the blink of an eye, while the others just guarded him from all directions, all silent. But he was absolutely certain he couldn't escape.
Lin Feng's thoughts raced as he considered how to get out of this damned place. Why had they gone to such great lengths to capture him?
However, Lin Feng discovered that he had no way to leave. Any one of the people guarding him was someone he couldn't handle.
Soon, the few who had left returned. They merely glanced indifferently at Lin Feng and then said, "Follow me!"
As his words fell, the surrounding experts instantly converged around Lin Feng, locking onto him with their auras, leaving him no choice but to obey.
The speaker turned and led the way. Lin Feng knew he had no room to resist, so he lifted his foot and followed. These people neither killed him nor seemed to covet his Sacred Artifacts. He also wanted to know what they truly wanted.
Passing through this desolate area, Lin Feng saw many buildings appear in the distance. His eyes immediately stiffened, and his body trembled slightly.
"It's them!"
Lin Feng had been here not long ago!
But why? Why had they captured him? Lin Feng was puzzled.
Following them further, Lin Feng arrived at a familiar place again. Looking at the land that had weathered countless years, he faintly sensed something was wrong.
At this moment, Lin Feng was at the Sword Pavilion; and before him was the Sword Pavilion's Sword Grave!
"Is it because I triggered the sword of the Skyless Sword Emperor?" Lin Feng's gaze flickered uncertainly. What was the Sword Pavilion plotting?
At this moment, Jian Wubei was also outside the Sword Grave. Seeing the experts of his clan leading Lin Feng over, his expression was quite complicated.
"Wubei, is the sacrifice ready?" The expert in front of Lin Feng asked Jian Wubei.
"The blood sacrifice has been completed, but, Grand Uncle..." Jian Wubei looked at the expert, a reluctant expression in his eyes.
"Wubei, I know you wish to rely on your own strength to recreate the glory of our ancestors. I also look forward to you continuing to grow and finding the ancestor's legacy. However, you must understand that our Sword Pavilion is declining with each generation, and our power is constantly being weakened. If not for some relics left by our ancestors, our Sword Pavilion would probably have ceased to exist long ago. Therefore, besides relying on ourselves, we also need the aid of divine weapons. The ancestor's divine weapon has been dormant for too long; it's time for it to emerge. We need to borrow its power to restore the Sword Pavilion's glory!"
The expert's eyes flashed with a sharp sword gleam, filled with a strong sense of anticipation.
"But Grand Uncle, we might not be able to control it. Why take such a risk?" Jian Wubei said again.
"Enough. No more talk. The divine weapon is the sharp tool of our ancestor, the Skyless Sword Emperor. Now that it has been blood-sacrificed by our clan members, it cannot possibly escape our control." The man's voice carried a hint of stubborn obsession. The Sword Pavilion could no longer decline. Now, that imperial force in Sword City had already bullied them to the point of oppression. If this continued, the Sword Pavilion would eventually be destroyed.
"Open the Sword Grave!"
A furious shout rang out. The Sword Grave opened, and instantly, a terrifying Sword Dao intent surged out wildly, along with an extremely strong blood aura. Just now, the Sword Pavilion clan members had performed a blood sacrifice, offering blood to the ancestor's divine weapon.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Lin Feng's expression turned extremely cold, sharp light shooting from his eyes. He wanted to retreat, but experts immediately blocked him, refusing to let him leave.
The figure ahead slowly turned around. Jian Wubei's Grand Uncle looked at Lin Feng, his gaze sharp: "We will allow you to become a peerless sword cultivator in a short time, giving you the chance to kill all those who dare to make a move against you!"
"Haste makes waste. I don't need such an opportunity." Lin Feng stared at the other party. He vaguely knew what they intended to do.
"Hmph, you have no choice. Becoming a member of our clan and a peerless sword cultivator is your honor. Enter the Sword Grave!" The man said coldly, his expression oppressive, leaving no room for Lin Feng to refuse.
"Can I have a few days to think it over?" Lin Feng said stiffly.
"Enter immediately!" The expert's eyes revealed a terrifying look. Instantly, Lin Feng felt as if he was enveloped in a curtain of swords, as if he could be killed by a sword at any moment.
Lin Feng's expression was extremely rigid. He had no choice. The other party could kill him at any moment. But once he entered the Sword Grave, he knew what it might mean. Perhaps he would become a Sword Slave!
The Sword Pavilion wanted him to become a vessel to contain the divine weapon of the Skyless Sword Emperor. The sword soul would take over, and he would be the Sword Slave. From then on, he would no longer be himself, but a sword. Even if he became a peerless expert, what use would it be!
"Why me?" Lin Feng asked coldly.
"Because the divine weapon chose you. This is your honor!" The other party replied coldly again, then shouted, "Enter!"