# Chapter 1157: Struck by Lightning
Closing his eyes, Lin Feng sat solemnly. With a thought, the Celestial Fate Sword whistled as it flew into the terrifying rolling thunder.
"Crack!" A dreadful bolt of lightning directly struck the Celestial Fate Sword. Terrifying electric light instantly coiled around the sword, and at the same time, Lin Feng's body trembled violently, convulsing. At that moment, he felt as if his soul was about to scatter.
"Wow!" Spitting out a mouthful of blood, traces of lightning energy could be seen spreading across Lin Feng's body, crackling with popping sounds.
"Lin Feng!" Meng Qing cried out in alarm. Seeing Lin Feng's face turn pale, her beautiful countenance also instantly became pallid.
"Don't come over." Lin Feng shouted, then said, "Meng Qing, during these hundred days, focus on your cultivation and don't worry about me."
As his words fell, another wave of soul-trembling sensation came over him. His body convulsed continuously, while at the same time, the terrifying life force at his brow coursed through his body, as if constantly nurturing new life, making him feel somewhat more comfortable.
"Lin Feng..." Seeing Lin Feng's body twitching nonstop, blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth, Meng Qing felt a piercing ache in her heart, as if the lightning was striking her own heart.
"I'm cultivating, it's nothing!" Lin Feng revealed a faint smile to Meng Qing, but then a thunderous rumble shook him, and the muscles on his face twitched violently again.
This method of nurturing the sword involved using one's own soul power to temper one's sword. His soul power was integrated into the sword, with countless connections between them. Therefore, he could now easily control the sword with incredible speed. But when the rolling thunder struck down, the sword was damaged, and his soul was also dragged into it, struck by lightning, causing unbearable pain. When the pain ended and this connection was severed, that would be the moment of clarity, when the sword soul successfully condensed—though it was only one of the sword souls.
"Skyless Sword Emperor is no ordinary man!" Lin Feng thought to himself. The Skyless Sword Emperor had spent ten years nurturing his sword. Lin Feng could almost imagine the terrifying pain he had endured, which ultimately led to his glorious battles that allowed him to ascend to the throne. Truly, ten years of sharpening the sword went unnoticed, but one day of fame shook the Eight Wastelands!
It was precisely because this cultivation technique was so terrifying that, although the Skyless Sword Emperor had revealed it, no one in the Sword Pavilion had attempted it. This was a method only a madman would practice, but how many of those who could look down upon heaven and earth had never been mad?
Most people only see the glory of others, but not how much they sacrificed behind the scenes.
The Celestial Fate Sword trembled and hummed continuously under the rolling thunder, even showing signs of cracking. But with each terrifying lightning strike, it persisted. The sword's luster grew increasingly brilliant and dazzling. After shedding its former impurities and undergoing the baptism of thunder, the sword was gradually transforming!
Watching Lin Feng endure such terrible pain, Meng Qing's water-like beautiful eyes were slightly reddened. But occasionally, Lin Feng would give her a comforting smile, casually uttering a few playful words, trying to help Meng Qing relax.
After three days, this pain finally lessened somewhat. Lin Feng seemed to have become numb to the agony. The Celestial Fate Sword was as bright as washed, and the pure starlight and moonlight shining upon it reflected dazzling radiance. The sword had adapted to the lightning attacks, and Lin Feng had also adapted. Although it was still painful, it was no longer as terrifying as at the beginning.
By the seventh day, the pain had further diminished. He could even stand up, straighten his back, and watch the Celestial Fate Sword shoot straight into the clouds, undergoing the baptism of thunder.
Seeing Lin Feng's straight back, Meng Qing finally revealed a brilliant smile. Then Lin Feng turned around and gave her a tender smile, saying, "Focus on your cultivation. Be careful, or I'll catch up to you soon!"
"Mm." Meng Qing nodded, then truly went to the side to begin cultivating. She thought that if she became stronger, perhaps she wouldn't have to let Lin Feng endure so much suffering. Of course, this was just a naive thought from a woman. What Lin Feng needed first was the ability to protect those around him. How could he afford to slack off and not make himself stronger?
When thirty days had passed, the Celestial Fate Sword was already faintly emitting a purple sword glow—the power of lightning.
"It can roughly withstand it now." Lin Feng murmured to himself, then slowly stepped forward, walking toward the terrifying thunder.
"Crack!" When Lin Feng stepped to the edge of the thunder, a terrifying bolt of lightning struck directly at him. Another mouthful of blood spat out, and Lin Feng's body was blasted downward. However, he made no sound, so as not to disturb Meng Qing's cultivation.
"With over six hundred thousand destiny points exchanged for this lightning power, I can't waste it so easily. Since I've baptized the Celestial Fate Sword, it's time to temper my physical body as well!" Lin Feng said with a smile, though traces of blood still remained at the corner of his mouth. Rolling demonic power enveloped his body. The Three Lives Demon Scripture's technique was extremely powerful, containing body-tempering effects within itself. As Lin Feng activated it now, rolling demonic energy flowed wildly, and his entire being seemed to transform into a dark demon god.
He stepped downward, and then another thunderous sound rang out as he was struck down again. This process repeated endlessly. Lin Feng no longer knew how much blood he had spat out, but he could clearly feel his body transforming. Perhaps he could experience the power of lightning together with the Celestial Fate Sword, rather than relying on the sword to comprehend it.
Thus, he continuously endured the legendary being struck by lightning for a full thirty days. He consumed a demonic Bodhi fruit, and demonic light seemed to flow over his physical body, dancing together with the lightning. His steps finally moved a few paces inward, enduring even stronger lightning power.
Of course, Lin Feng was not a sacred artifact. Although protected by demonic techniques and his terrifying destiny, he still dared not step into the center of the lightning. He could only slowly move inward, enduring his limits bit by bit.
In this way, his physical body seemed to contain lightning power. Although he didn't know how much blood he had spat out or how many layers of skin had peeled away, with lightning and destiny power jointly tempering his flesh, bones, and sinews, his physical strength was now incomparably greater than before, having risen to a new level.
What Lin Feng didn't know was that Meng Qing, who had been cultivating nearby, actually had traces of tears that hadn't yet dried on her absolutely beautiful face.
When Lin Feng had endured being struck by lightning for eighty days, he discovered that he had advanced—just like that, he had broken through to the Sixth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. This left Lin Feng with a mixed feeling of laughter and tears. Being struck by lightning over and over, and he actually advanced. It turned out that being struck by lightning did have its benefits.
The hundred days finally passed. During these hundred days, Lin Feng had endured indescribable pain. But what somewhat annoyed Lin Feng was that he actually vaguely wished for more time, to be struck by lightning a bit longer.
When he walked out of the Fate Temple, Lin Feng extended his hand. With a thought, terrifying lightning coiled and raged within his palm, carrying a destructive pressure.
With a strange smile on his lips, Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing, revealing a somewhat simple and honest expression.
"Have you been struck stupid?" Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng with a hint of grievance, as if somewhat sulking. This guy was still grinning foolishly, not knowing how terrifying the pain he had endured was.
"If being struck a few more times could let me advance another level, strengthen my physical body, and comprehend the Seventh Layer of Lightning Will, I wouldn't mind letting it strike me a few more times!" Lin Feng said with a smile. These were all the benefits he had gained. His cultivation had advanced, his physical body had become stronger, and what left Lin Feng even more speechless was that, without realizing it, he had acquired the Seventh Layer of Lightning Will. Such were the benefits of being struck by lightning.
Of course, he understood how this Seventh Layer of Lightning Will had come about. He had already comprehended three types of Will, all quite powerful. Now, with his body being struck by lightning and his soul enduring lightning strikes, how could his comprehension of lightning not be profound? Thus, after being struck for a full hundred days without realizing it, his Lightning Will had reached the Seventh Layer.
But what Lin Feng looked forward to most was the Celestial Fate Sword. Now, the Celestial Fate Sword seemed to have risen another level. Although it had not yet reached the level of a Mid-Grade Sacred Artifact, it probably wouldn't be too far off. What excited Lin Feng even more was that he vaguely felt that his first sword soul had taken shape, showing signs of condensing into a sword soul!
PS: Yesterday, eight chapters were updated. After the fifth chapter, the flowers moved as slowly as a snail, but I still fought until midnight. I got up at six this morning to write, but now the flowers are constantly being closed in on. I'm working hard. I shout loudly, brothers of Martial God, where are you!!!