# Chapter 1458: Arriving at the Sword Grave Again
Third Kill's heart sank with a thud. Gone was the casual elegance he had when he arrived. Now he stood in the distance, gazing at Lin Feng's slowly turning figure, the lines on his face appearing somewhat rigid.
Fourth Kill had died again, along with nine other assassins—all buried. This assassination attempt had failed. So many assassins, sent to kill just one person, and yet they had failed.
Lin Feng's eyes locked onto him, his gaze piercing through the void with a cold gleam, his sword intent threatening to shatter the heavens.
"Buzz!" Third Kill's body retreated, gradually fading into nothingness, and in an instant vanished from Lin Feng's sight. Only drifting clouds remained. Lin Feng did not pursue. Third Kill was different from Fourth Kill—far stronger, and his speed was terrifying. Although Lin Feng could defeat him, killing him would not be easy.
"If Third Kill is already this strong, how powerful must First Kill and Second Kill be?" Lin Feng pondered. First Kill might have reached the astonishing level of a peak powerhouse. Who was the master of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance, to use such overwhelming force to hunt him down? And with this failure, the next storm would surely be even more violent.
"Roar!" The Mad Demon let out a furious howl, its body returning to form as a phantom shadow. Surging demonic energy poured into Lin Feng's body, once again dissolving into nothingness and merging with him, as if a demon lord dwelled within Lin Feng's very being.
With a thought, Lin Feng took out the Jade Emperor Heart and sent a sound transmission to the Watcher. Soon, the Watcher stepped out from within, swept his gaze across the surroundings, nodded slightly to Lin Feng, and then drifted away.
"Wait!" Lin Feng called out, causing the Watcher to halt mid-air.
"Can I see your true face?" Lin Feng asked. But the Watcher only shook his head slightly, his hoarse voice once again sounding: "Farewell!"
With that, his body gradually faded into the void, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never been there at all. This ability was almost identical to that of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance's assassins—in fact, the Watcher's concealment was even stronger. Moreover, they possessed the unique ability to detect the hidden assassins of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance.
"Perhaps the Watchers were born specifically to counter the Emperor-Slaying Alliance, a force dedicated to opposing them," Lin Feng thought as he watched the figure vanish.
Withdrawing his gaze, Lin Feng stepped forward and headed straight toward the Sword Pavilion.
Before Lin Feng even reached the Sword Pavilion, strong experts from the Sword Pavilion came personally to welcome him. News of the battle had already reached the Sword Pavilion, so Sword Grave himself led the experts to greet him. Seeing Lin Feng safe, they breathed a sigh of relief. In their hearts, they were even more astonished at the Young Lord's growth—too terrifying. In just a few short years, he was already showing signs of standing at the peak of the Sovereign Martial Realm. If this continued, within a decade, Lin Feng might dominate all those below the Martial Emperor Realm.
After entering the Sword Pavilion, Lin Feng went directly to the Sword Grave he had ordered sealed. No one raised any questions. In the past, when the Skyless Sword had flown back through the air, it had caused quite a stir, but now things had calmed down. The Skyless Sword had returned to the Sword Grave, and soon everything had settled. The Sword Pavilion had merely stationed guards around the Sword Grave's perimeter.
Lin Feng stepped into the Sword Grave. The old man was still there, quietly holding his broom, sweeping away the dust in the Sword Grave. Not a trace of aura emanated from him. Occasionally, one or two coughs would sound, marking his advanced age.
"Buzz, buzz..." Waves of Skyless energy suddenly spread out, and the swords howled without cease. The Skyless Sword atop the Sword Grave abruptly emitted a ringing sound that echoed throughout the entire Sword Grave.
In the distance, the Sword Pavilion experts heard the Skyless Sword's cry. Sword light shot from their eyes as they gazed toward the Sword Grave. The Young Lord had returned, and the Skyless Sword was letting out a sharp howl.
"Buzz!" The Skyless Sword broke through its sheath and circled around Lin Feng, letting out a true sword chant.
Lin Feng smiled slightly and extended his hand. The Skyless Sword flew over, hovering above his palm before falling into his grasp, still trembling continuously, as if expressing some joy.
"This little fellow seems quite fond of you," the old man said, leaning on his broom as he smiled at Lin Feng. "Not bad. Your aura is surging, your bloodline vitality is vigorous, and your cultivation is at the Sixth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm. What is your combat strength like now?"
"Killing an ordinary Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm cultivator shouldn't be a problem," Lin Feng replied with a smile. Killing an ordinary Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm—with his current abilities, he could probably do it with ease.
"Mm. At the Ninth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm, there are many capable people. Reaching this level already proves one's talent. Since you say it's no problem, your combat strength is beyond doubt. Let me see how your sword is doing," the old man said with a light laugh. Lin Feng focused his mind and summoned the Celestial Fate Sword. Instantly, brilliant light shone, and all kinds of dazzling sword beams pulsed and surged—the sound of wind, rolling thunder, spatial howls, and more.
"Not bad. But it hasn't been nurtured enough yet. Otherwise, this sword alone could kill high-level Sovereign Martial Realm experts," the old man said casually. Lin Feng put the sword away, not surprised by the old man's keen insight. He had long realized that this old man was extraordinary.
"Senior, not long ago, I entered an ancient battlefield. There, it seemed, was the Skyless Sword Intent of the Skyless Sword Emperor."
Lin Feng's eyes held a hint of deeper meaning as he looked at the old man before him.
"The ancient battlefield in the Wasteland Sea? For ten thousand years, the truly outstanding figures of the Eight Wastelands Realm—especially those famous powerhouses who shook the world—have all, like you, stepped into that battlefield. Five thousand years ago, the Skyless Sword Emperor naturally entered it as well. There's nothing strange about that."
The old man smiled. This made Lin Feng understand that from five thousand years ago, or even earlier eras, the ancient rule of the Assembly of Emperors had already existed. Entering the ancient battlefield of the Wasteland Sea to seize Destinies—either to use them to prove one's Dao or to trade them.
"Did you obtain any Destinies?" the Skyless Sword Emperor asked Lin Feng.
"Yes," Lin Feng nodded, then took out an Earth Destiny. Instantly, a yellow-brown light surged upward, and the power of the Earth Law spread out.
"I obtained several Destinies."
"When you reach the point where you can perfectly harmonize with heaven and earth, at the moment of proving your Dao, you can directly imprint the Destiny into your mind. Use the power of the Destiny to comprehend and draw upon the laws of heaven and earth, achieving your own law power. This can increase your chance of proving your Dao by thirty percent," the old man said with a smile. Lin Feng's heart stirred. A thirty percent chance of proving the Dao—how terrifying. This showed how precious Destinies were. Even if someone only had a thirty percent talent for reaching the Martial Emperor Realm, with a Destiny, their chances could rise to over half.
"Of course, if you can do without relying on a Destiny's power and instead fully depend on your own talent to draw the laws of heaven and earth into your body, that would be even better. If you harmonize with the laws of heaven and earth entirely on your own, your control over the laws will be more adept, and the power you unleash will naturally be greater," the old man said, placing his broom on the ground and sitting down.
"I see. Those with good talent will always have an advantage," Lin Feng thought upon hearing the old man's words. If he relied on his own comprehension to grasp the power of Earth Law, it would be more formidable than comprehending it through an Earth Destiny. His control over Earth Law would be stronger, and both his offense and defense would be slightly superior. But becoming an Emperor was a leap to the heavens, inherently difficult. Everyone knew they should rely on themselves to advance, yet most people still found themselves compelled to borrow the power of Destinies.
"The Emperor-Slaying Alliance has come for you, hasn't it?" the old man asked, seeing Lin Feng also sit down on the ground. He smiled again. This old man, who swept the Sword Grave, seemed to know everything.
"Yes. On my way here, I was ambushed by the Emperor-Slaying Alliance. Senior, who are they?" Lin Feng asked, wondering if the old man knew the details of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance.
"Their power may exceed your imagination. In this coming year or so, you may encounter many crises. But I believe you will surely break through the shadows and walk out. For countless geniuses, this is a disaster, but I hope it will become a tempering for you. I walked this path myself back then. The more you experience, the faster you grow. A thousand years ago, wasn't there a man called the Demon Emperor who swept through the shadows with an unstoppable momentum? I hope you will be that kind of figure too—not just limited to becoming a Martial Emperor of the Eight Wastelands Realm. Walk out, and you will know how vast heaven and earth truly are."
A rare smile appeared in the old man's eyes, carrying a hint of recollection. His words stirred the boiling blood within Lin Feng's heart. It wasn't just him who had to go through this—the old man, the Demon Emperor, they had all experienced it. And they had all successfully walked out.
"Walk out, and you will know how vast heaven and earth truly are!" A sharp gleam swirled in Lin Feng's eyes. In his heart, there was a very bold guess. Every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble!
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