Chapter 1200: Qiu Yuexin's Mutation
On the Heavenly Terrace, tranquility was soon restored. Because only one batch of Martial Emperor's Disciples had been recruited, the vast Heavenly Terrace still felt somewhat desolate. Everyone had gone into seclusion, cultivating quietly. This was especially true for those who had gained some benefits in the City of Fate; they took this opportunity to use the resources of the Nine Heavens to charge towards higher realms.
The various senior brothers of the Heavenly Terrace did not inquire much about the matters of the City of Fate. The senior brothers would not interfere in personal cultivation. Everything had to be grasped and fought for by oneself. Those personal disciples and Venerable One's disciples also had their own affairs and needed to continuously grow stronger.
On this day, Meng Qing remained in Lin Feng's palace in the Nine Heavens to cultivate. There were traces of the Dao there, making it very suitable for her. She planned to go into seclusion for a while and make a good push towards a higher realm.
As for Lin Feng, on this day, he was draped in a long robe, stepped onto a greatsword, and left the Heavenly Terrace, heading all the way north... Following in the footsteps of his predecessors, he sought his own Sword Dao, a Sword Dao that belonged exclusively to him, Lin Feng.
On this day, the Eight Wastelands suddenly became very quiet. After the City of Fate, the major powers seemed to have ceased all activities, remaining silent, with no news emerging. The prophecy of the Prophet from that day at the City of Fate had still not been spread. Perhaps only those monstrous geniuses and the elders of the great powers knew of it, but they obviously would not go around boasting about it.
Ten days later, someone saw a massive mountain peak in the Northern Wasteland burst into raging flames. The entire mountain was ablaze, the flames soaring into the sky, destroying everything, a stirring sight.
Some said they had seen a young expert cultivating at the mountain's summit. A dazzling sword hung across the void, absorbing the fire of the sun. The young man could even draw the sunlight, and the sun's pattern was branded onto his body. It was precisely because of his cultivation that this great conflagration had been ignited.
A month later, at the famous Eye of the Storm in the Northern Wasteland, someone saw a young man, about twenty years old, sitting cross-legged. Within the storm that could tear apart even low-rank Venerable Ones, he danced with his sword. One sword stroke after another, the movements were very slow, even without any technique, as if done casually, following his heart. Yet each sword stroke seemed to merge with the hurricane at the Eye of the Storm, tracing beautiful trajectories.
However, when the crowd heard the news and rushed to the Eye of the Storm, they found the man was already gone. Only the endless gale continued to rage there, hissing and roaring, incredibly terrifying, making people dare not approach. Even ordinary Venerable Ones would not easily set foot there, and a Venerable One was already considered a formidable figure, capable of joining a major power.
Three months later, at a corpse burial ground near the Wasteland Sea, the evil wind was strong, and few people ventured there.
This place was filled with too many corpses; it was a burial ground. These were people who had been eroded by the Wasteland Sea and could not survive, so they were buried here.
At this moment, a middle-aged figure passed by this place and glanced at the corpse burial ground. In that instant, his heart trembled violently. Two undead figures seemed to have come back to life, walking towards him. When they saw him, they crashed to the ground.
"Gulp!" The middle-aged man was a strong cultivator at the First Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, but seeing this scene, he still couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling his mouth go dry. His face was slightly pale. Resurrecting the dead?
"Drip, drop... drip, drop..." The sound of footsteps came slowly. A young man with somewhat disheveled hair but a very clean face, appearing to be only about twenty years old, slowly walked out from within.
The young man seemed to sense his presence and glanced over. That glance held no ripple, as calm as water, but it made the middle-aged man's heart tremble slightly.
Then, he saw the young man's body rise into the air and fly away.
"Which power does this terrifying genius belong to?" The middle-aged Venerable One's heart trembled. He then stepped into the corpse burial ground. His eyes instantly went wide, and his face turned pale.
"Corpse Curse..." He spat out two words, then his body flickered as he quickly fled the place, as if afraid of encountering something terrible.
The young man naturally paid no attention to his reaction. He continued his journey north. The aura of the Wasteland Sea gradually drifted over, landing on the young man. Unlike others who would avoid it like a venomous snake, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, as if looking forward to the aura of the Wasteland.
Finally, the rolling, churning, destructive Wasteland Sea came into the young man's view. At the edge of the Wasteland Sea, there were a few scattered ships, but they were not as majestic as those specially used for transporting people. They seemed to be for personal use, for seeking treasures in the Wasteland Sea, a very rare and risky venture.
At this moment, a whooshing sound rolled out from above. The people at the edge of the Wasteland Sea looked up. Then they saw a young man directly stepping into the Wasteland Sea. Even more shocking, they were horrified to discover that the young man walked far out into the Wasteland Sea and then began to descend towards its surface.
A faint "plop" sound was heard. Without causing too big a wave, the young man was swallowed by the Wasteland Sea, causing the onlookers to show strange expressions.
Was this... suicide?
"A perfectly fine young man, why would he commit suicide?" an old man sighed. The young man seemed very young, a brief glance putting him at around twenty years old. His strength seemed considerable, probably a talented youth. Why would he be so desperate as to throw himself into the Wasteland Sea?
"Probably suffered a major setback, or was heartbroken over love. Otherwise, such an outstanding youth's martial heart should be very resilient. Only love can hurt the most," a burly man next to him shook his head, unable to understand. So young, why do this?
"Old man, look, he seems to be floating up. He wasn't swallowed by the Wasteland Sea?" At that moment, one person showed a horrified expression, staring into the distance. The young man seemed to be floating on the Wasteland Sea, drifting with the current. Sometimes he was lifted by the waves of the Wasteland Sea, sometimes buried and swallowed, yet he was not destroyed!
"Impossible! Even a low-rank Venerable One who dares to enter the Wasteland Sea would be swallowed instantly, leaving no bones behind. How is this possible?" The wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to jump, a huge wave surging in his heart.
"Could it be... he's not here to commit suicide?"
"Old man, there seems to be a sword beside him, floating with him in the Wasteland Sea."
At this moment, the burly man's body trembled again. The young man in the distance was lifted by another wave, and no matter where he drifted, a sword seemed to follow him silently, standing quietly in the Wasteland Sea.
"Quick, quick! Go invite the Lord to come and see!" The old man was deeply shaken. This was too incredible. The young man was not seeking death; the Wasteland Sea could not corrode his body. Since he wasn't seeking death, what was he doing lying in the Wasteland Sea? Cultivating? Comprehending?
The burly man left instantly, running to invite a strong cultivator. But at that moment, the young man's figure drifted with the current, carried away by the terrifying Wasteland Sea, gradually disappearing, appearing and disappearing. In the end, the old man completely lost sight of the young man, and his heart filled with panic.
"What's going on?" After a while, a Venerable One arrived. He was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a burly physique, bare-chested, and asked the old man.
"Lord, I think I saw someone... cultivating inside the Wasteland Sea!" The old man's lips trembled slightly, still in shock.
"What cultivation level?"
"High-level Heavenly Martial Realm!"
"Impossible. A Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator entering the Wasteland Sea will surely die, leaving no bones behind."
"But I saw it with my own eyes," the old man insisted urgently.
"I'll go take a look!" The Lord took a step and headed towards the Wasteland Sea, but where could he find the figure? After walking a short distance, the Lord returned and shook his head. "The Wasteland Sea is too terrifying. I dare not go deep either. If I encounter a storm wave and get swept in, I would die without a burial place. What you said, I still don't believe it. A Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator, absolutely impossible."
The old man's face flushed slightly, but he remained silent, unable to speak. The terrifying waves of the Wasteland Sea had probably carried the drifting young man far away, perhaps a hundred miles, perhaps a thousand!
Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed since the end of the City of Fate. Genius experts began to end their seclusion one after another and re-enter the world.
In the Northern Wasteland, two events were particularly eye-catching. One of them was the genius girl of the Qiu Clan, Qiu Yuexin. Half a year ago, she seemed to have broken some kind of shackle, and her cultivation began to advance by leaps and bounds. In half a year, her cultivation broke through continuously, directly reaching the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm and charging towards the Venerable Realm. This caused turmoil among the aristocratic families of the Northern Wasteland. It seemed another monstrous woman was about to emerge into the world.
No one knew what exactly had happened to Qiu Yuexin.
Some said Qiu Yuexin had obtained an immense opportunity in the City of Fate, suddenly receiving an epiphany, awakening her martial spirit, and her cultivation advanced a thousand miles a day.
Others said Qiu Yuexin herself possessed a terrifying physique, which had only just awakened, leading to her rise!
As for the other event, Xuanyuan Potian of the Xuanyuan Clan fought his way all the way to the Heavenly Terrace, challenging any Heavenly Martial Realm expert of the Heavenly Terrace, to wash away the humiliation of the Heavenly Terrace not accepting him in the past. He wanted to prove himself to the Heavenly Terrace and also prove Xuanyuan Potian's talent to the Northern Wasteland. The Heavenly Terrace actually had no one to fight him!
Some said it was because the number one Heavenly Martial Realm disciple of the Heavenly Terrace, Lin Feng, was not there. Otherwise, he would surely be able to fight Xuanyuan Potian. But Xuanyuan Potian only left one sentence: He came here to slay Lin Feng!
However, the higher-ups of the Heavenly Terrace seemed completely unconcerned, making no moves. But the face of the Heavenly Terrace was indeed not looking good.
For a time, these two events gripped the hearts of countless people in the Northern Wasteland!
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