# Chapter 1310: Heavenly Terrace Ambush
"Lin Ruotian, please pass this message to Senior Brother Ruoxie: the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress has always been despicable. Last time when I fought with Long Teng, they used underhanded tactics. Coupled with the fact that they've lost face several times in front of our Heavenly Terrace, this time their deliberate provocation will surely involve a formidable force. We must be cautious." Lin Feng instructed Lin Ruotian. The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress was now at odds with the Heavenly Terrace, and they had to be on guard.
"Lin Feng, aren't you going?" Lin Ruotian asked.
"I plan to go into seclusion for a few days of cultivation, so I won't be going." Lin Feng smiled and didn't say much. Without using the Skyless Sword, even if he went, he wouldn't be of much help, so he decided not to participate.
"Alright, I'll relay the message to Senior Brother Ruoxie!" Lin Ruotian nodded slightly. Lin Feng's words made sense. Although the Northern Wasteland was the Heavenly Terrace's territory, the Heavenly Terrace's foundation was indeed inferior to that of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. After all, the Heavenly Terrace had only been recruiting Martial Emperor's Disciples for a very short time, while the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress had long been a behemoth.
After speaking, Lin Feng stepped onto the Nine Heavens and opened the palace door on the Ninth Heaven. Instantly, a dense immortal aura rushed toward him. At this moment, the Dao lotuses in the great hall had turned into pure snow-white. Meng Qing sat cross-legged among them, like a celestial maiden from the Nine Heavens. Her flawless face had not a single blemish, and a dreamlike, exquisite sacred immortal aura swirled around her, beautiful and untouchable.
"She's still cultivating!" Lin Feng smiled. Meng Qing had been in seclusion for quite some time this time. However, she seemed to be on the verge of breaking through to the Sovereign Martial Realm. As a Snow Linglong, a Snow Immortal, her cultivation talent was naturally terrifying. That extremely dense Linglong Sacred Immortal Qi seemed stronger than any other aura, just like the Linglong Sacred Immortal Qi within his own body, which could even suppress the power of desolation.
Lin Feng lifted his steps and quietly left the hall without disturbing Meng Qing. He would wait until Meng Qing broke through the constraints of the Sovereign Martial Realm. At that time, as a Snow Immortal, Meng Qing's combat power would surely be very formidable.
Lin Feng arrived before the misty passage on the Ninth Heaven. Many times before, he had been blocked by his own reflection in the mist and couldn't see what lay inside.
Now, Lin Feng stepped into the mist once again. Yan Di was lying there lazily, indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
After stepping into the mist, Lin Feng indeed saw that illusory figure appear again—it was his own reflection. Moreover, this other version of himself was extremely powerful, with a perfect grasp of the Heaven and Earth Momentum, able to amplify his pure attack power many times over.
But Lin Feng was no longer the same as before. He took a step forward, and instantly, a surging momentum rolled forward, rushing toward the other self. The Heaven and Earth Momentum pressed down on the opponent, extremely strong. However, the opponent, almost identical to him, also took a step, as if the entire world trembled. Lin Feng felt his blood churn, as if his internal organs were shaking.
That step caused Heaven and Earth to resonate, pushing the surging momentum to its peak—ten times Lin Feng's own momentum, incredibly powerful.
"Break!" Lin Feng slashed out with his sword. How terrifying was the fusion of profound meaning sword techniques? It was far more than ten times his own power. The other self launched an attack almost simultaneously. However, the sword energy tore through the void, and the illusory figure was directly sliced apart by Lin Feng. With a whoosh, the mist dispersed. He had passed!
"If I relied solely on pure power, I couldn't defeat the version of myself that used Heaven and Earth Momentum to amplify his strength tenfold. But by using profound meaning attacks, I can easily cut him down. Clearly, he's more than ten times stronger than my base self." Lin Feng muttered to himself. The paths and buildings ahead seemed clearer, but still somewhat hazy.
Lin Feng stepped forward, but as if triggering something, light flashed, and the mist reappeared. In front of Lin Feng, another version of himself appeared. This made Lin Feng's eyes freeze in confusion. After destroying one, another had appeared.
"Boom!" Lin Feng strode forward directly toward the opponent, his momentum fierce, like a sharp sword, unstoppable and indestructible.
"Boom, crack!" The other self also took a step, and instantly, a buzzing tremor shook the void, as if every space trembled. Lin Feng felt his blood surge violently, blood rushing upward, almost spitting blood from that step, as if even his soul was shaken by the opponent's step.
Looking up, Lin Feng felt this resonance of Heaven and Earth, which seemed to have turned into a tangible sound. He could almost feel the trembling of every space.
"Can I reach this level?" A look of shock appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. It was too terrifying. Where was the limit of Heaven and Earth Momentum? The previous self had tenfold momentum; this one had a hundredfold momentum.
"If I could borrow a hundredfold momentum, I wouldn't even need to use divine ability power. I could directly blast to death someone at the Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm!" Lin Feng muttered to himself. A hundredfold momentum was too terrifying.
When he fused two profound meanings into a divine ability attack, the power was roughly five times stronger; fusing three profound meanings could be understood as combining the two-profound-meaning divine ability with another profound meaning, effectively multiplying by another five times. The theoretical power should be twenty-five times, but in reality, the more profound meanings fused, the harder it was, and the fusion wasn't as perfect as with two. The actual power was only about twenty times. Fusing four profound meanings into a divine ability was even more powerful. Theoretically, it should have been a hundred and twenty-five times, but in reality, it only reached about sixty to seventy times.
This meant that even with his current divine ability attack fusing four profound meanings, combined with the Celestial Fate Sword itself, he still couldn't reach a hundredfold—unless he further perfected it to achieve perfect synergy.
If Lin Feng could do what the other self did—just punch out and blast to death someone at the Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm—how formidable would that be?
"Kill!" A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. He charged forward without hesitation. The sword energy on his body annihilated Heaven and Earth, rolling out as he unleashed his strongest sword strike fusing four profound meanings, as if cutting a rift in the void. This sword fused three profound meanings into the embrace of wind, and Lin Feng named it Death Wind Kill!
But at that moment, the other self also moved. A punch rolled out, the surging momentum seemingly mobilizing every wisp of Heaven and Earth power, carrying a hundredfold attack power as it blasted forth. The sword light was annihilated, shattered by the punch. At the same time, the terrifying momentum made Lin Feng's body tremble incessantly, as if every cell was shaken.
That punch, even a towering mountain peak would collapse. Lin Feng found it hard to imagine that an illusion of himself could achieve this.
"Unless I fuse another profound meaning, I can't defeat this illusion!" Lin Feng murmured. This illusion, however, provided him with an excellent training opponent.
But even though Lin Feng knew he couldn't defeat the illusion, his body still charged forward without hesitation.
A hundredfold momentum. On the Ninth Heaven, first there was tenfold momentum, then a hundredfold momentum. If he defeated this hundredfold-momentum version of himself, would there be a thousandfold momentum?
The rumbling sounds of battle echoed in the mist. Lin Feng began using the illusion to temper his sword techniques, while also consolidating his use of demonic power, constantly trying new sword techniques, hoping to make the techniques he created more and more perfect.
Yan Di, lying lazily, opened one eye and glanced toward the mist, thinking to himself: "This Martial Emperor of the Heavenly Terrace has put a lot of effort into this. Going through this tempering will definitely deepen a cultivator's understanding of the martial Dao. Using the power of the Dao to set up such means to train his disciples."
Lin Feng, fighting his own illusion, was completely unaware of the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. On this day, figures descended upon the Heavenly Terrace with a whoosh. The leader was none other than the former number one disciple of the Sovereign Martial Realm, now a personal disciple of the Martial Emperor, Ruoxie. But Ruoxie was covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, carrying a cold, murderous aura.
Not only Ruoxie, but the returning Martial Emperor's Disciples behind him were also drenched in blood, horrifying to behold. Even those at the Heavenly Martial Realm had all had one arm severed, hanging bloody and glaring.
"What happened!"
"Senior Brother Ruoxie!"
The Heavenly Terrace now had many disciples. Seeing their fellow disciples returning bathed in blood, their hearts trembled, and they quickly stepped forward to inquire.
"Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, despicable!" Lin Ruotian's eyes were icy cold. One of his arms had been severed, bloody and terrifying. His eyes were filled with bloodlight.
"Ruoxie!" A figure soared through the air. It was Tian Chi Monk. He asked, "How did this happen? Didn't you bring the Void Sail with you?"
"Third Senior Brother, we were ambushed by a joint attack from the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan. The Yang Clan never intended to relocate. The moment we stepped into the Yang residence, the void closed, and the venerables from both the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan struck ruthlessly, killing only those at the Sovereign Martial Realm and severing the arms of those at the Heavenly Martial Realm. By the time I broke through the void and fled with the Void Sail, this was the result. Otherwise, not a single Sovereign Martial cultivator would have returned!"
Ruoxie's face was ashen. The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress seemed to know they were coming. They had set everything up and waited for them. The moment they all stepped into the Yang residence, all the experts appeared simultaneously and struck directly.
"Senior Brother, there must be a traitor in the Heavenly Terrace!" Lin Ruotian's eyes were icy. The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan had been waiting for that exact moment, calculating the time of their arrival.
"A traitor!" Tian Chi Monk's gaze also turned cold. He then asked, "Have the people from the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan left?"
"No. When I fled, they said they were waiting for the Heavenly Terrace to come for battle at any time. All Sovereign Martial cultivators would be killed, and Heavenly Martial cultivators would have their arms severed. I suspect that wasn't even their full strength. The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress deployed a terrifying lineup!" Ruoxie said with a grim expression.
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