# Chapter 2005: The Ancient War
The crowd's bodies continuously shifted restlessly. Those genius figures all stared at Lin Feng on the Saint Dao Platform, taking deep breaths. They never expected that the only person to step onto the Saint Dao Platform today and sit on the Saint Emperor Throne would be Lin Feng—not the more famous genius figures from the Eighteen Heavenly Main Cities, nor the King Body powerhouses.
"What are they doing?" Someone noticed the people of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. These beauties were actually kneeling on one knee, facing the direction of the Saint Dao Platform. What did this Saint Emperor Throne mean to the Holy Spirit Dynasty? Was there some secret hidden within it? And today, the Holy Spirit Dynasty had opened the Saint Dao Platform, inviting the genius figures who had descended upon Qi Tian Holy Capital to ascend it—was there deeper meaning behind this?
Terrifying pressure spread out, blanketing the entire void. Within this immortal realm, many powerful figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the emptiness. Each of these individuals had auras surging to the extreme, and the momentum in their eyes was enough to make one's heart tremble.
One of them swept his gaze over the crowd and said calmly, "Today, my Holy Spirit Dynasty invited all you geniuses to come and observe. This ends here. You may all leave now."
Expelling guests?
The crowd's expressions flickered, revealing surprised looks. Lin Feng had sat on the Saint Emperor Throne, and the Holy Spirit Dynasty was now expelling guests, telling them to leave. Among them, there were still many who had not yet tried to ascend the Saint Dao Platform, and they felt quite frustrated. However, to do what Lin Feng had done was probably impossible. Otherwise, the Holy Spirit Dynasty would not have made such a big commotion. It was likely that not even generations of the Holy Spirit Dynasty's own people had necessarily achieved this, which was why there was such upheaval.
"Farewell." Since the Holy Spirit Dynasty had spoken so, they glanced once more at Lin Feng on the Saint Emperor Throne, then flickered away and departed.
Piao Xue Princess and the others did not leave immediately. At this moment, Piao Xue looked at the powerful figures in the void and said, "Senior, Lin Feng is a distinguished guest invited by my Tianci Dynasty. We will wait for him here."
"Little girl Piao Xue, you can rest assured. My Holy Spirit Dynasty would not stoop to seizing someone invited by your Tianci Dynasty. We will naturally let him return, but we need to keep him here for a while. You all go back first." The Holy Spirit Dynasty figure knew what Piao Xue was thinking and spoke to her. Piao Xue's expression flickered; she was still somewhat uneasy.
"I'll stay here," Meng Qing said calmly. The Holy Spirit Dynasty powerhouse looked at Meng Qing and asked, "What is your relationship with him?"
"I am his wife. Where Lin Feng is, there I am," Meng Qing said calmly.
"Very well, you may stay then," the powerhouse said calmly.
"Meng Qing, be careful," Hou Qinglin instructed Meng Qing. Meng Qing nodded slightly, and then Piao Xue and Hou Qinglin left together. If the Holy Spirit Dynasty truly intended to do something harmful to Lin Feng, they could not stop it. However, they believed the Holy Spirit Dynasty would not be so shameless, nor would they dare to be.
At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes were slightly closed. The moment he sat on the Saint Emperor Throne, his thoughts traversed through time and space, as if he had arrived in an ancient era.
He transformed into an illusory spirit body, standing in the void of that ancient era. This was an ancient imperial dynasty, with solemn momentum and ancient heaviness. Those ancient buildings that had collapsed but still stood unbowed seemed to manifest the aura of a supreme king. Everywhere was devastated, covered in ruins.
"The Qi Tian Holy Dynasty, with all saints coexisting. They jointly maintained this ancient holy dynasty, generation after generation. With the saints present, the holy dynasty would not fall, standing eternally in the universe." A ethereal voice drifted into Lin Feng's mind, as if recounting an ancient legend. Like the sighing voice that had rung in his mind not long ago, it carried a hint of sorrow, as if feeling some desolation—sorrow for the ancient holy dynasty's decline and destruction.
At this moment before Lin Feng, besides that incomparably ancient holy dynasty, there were also many powerful figures present. They were engaged in a life-and-death struggle. Heaven and earth shattered, the universe trembled. A finger swept away the void, a fist collapsed an entire space. That kind of annihilating power was terrifying to behold.
"What formidable divine abilities. These divine abilities are beyond anything I've ever seen." Lin Feng's heart trembled slightly. He saw an ancient powerhouse throw a punch. This punch seemed to transform into ninety-nine variations, each variation a terrifying killing move. Heaven and earth shattered, and finally, it condensed into one, becoming an unprecedented, timeless divine ability technique that transcended the power of the Dao.
However, Lin Feng could not feel the aura, nor could he hear the terrifying sounds of heaven and earth shattering. He could only watch all of this unfold as an observer.
"All saints coexisted. Although there were constant conflicts, they all maintained the immortality of this ancient holy dynasty. They had a common persistence. Thus, for countless years, the Qi Tian Holy Dynasty stood upon this continent. However, all of this was eventually broken by its appearance. Martial artists all pursued the extreme of martial arts, and saints were no exception. They had not yet reached the final destination. Too many saints passed through those days and years, seeing that they could not break the shackles to become supreme beings. The torment of time made them feel emptiness and pain. They watched their descendants grow generation after generation, as if that was their only comfort."
Lin Feng seemed to be listening to an ancient story, hearing the narration filled with a sense of vicissitude. In his heart, he could not help but feel a sense of loneliness. Ancient saints possessed endless years, almost immortal beings. They experienced generation after generation, watching the world change, yet they themselves could not take that step forward. Indeed, it would feel a kind of desolation.
And what was the 'it' mentioned in the voice? What was it?
"It changed everything. It gave the saints hope, yet it also led them step by step into the abyss of destruction. The contradictions finally intensified to the extreme. The saints no longer trusted each other, until the war of the saints broke out. Everyone attacked each other, no longer trusting in each other's existence, each only wanting to control it in their own hands. This was a battle with no victor. The ancient holy dynasty turned into endless rubble. The lives of the saints finally came to an end. They were no longer lonely, seeming to have found release. However, when they saw the despair and hatred in their descendants, they finally realized they had been wrong."
A sigh sounded in Lin Feng's mind. This ancient story coincided with the rumors from the outside world. After the devastating war, the saints finally repented. They sealed the ruins and hoped that their descendants could once again unite, allowing the holy dynasty to revive. However, their wish ultimately fell through.
"The saints all knew that their repentance could no longer change the dissolution of the holy dynasty. The ancient holy dynasty they had jointly established would head toward destruction. Perhaps only parts of the holy dynasty could be preserved. Therefore, each saint left something for their descendants. Besides the ruins jointly sealed by all the saints, there were also their own ancient ruins. Just like the place you are in now, the Saint Dao Platform. This is the ruin I left for my descendants. I don't know how many years it would take before you would descend and open the ruins."
When Lin Feng heard these words, his heart pounded violently. Ruins. So that was it. No wonder when he ascended the Saint Dao Platform, he felt as if he was facing a truly living saint. It seemed that was indeed the case.
"This Saint Dao Platform was forged from my body, my flesh and blood, my soul. Only by sitting on my saint throne can one open this space, come here, and witness this ancient war of the saints with one's own eyes. You are qualified to witness this war of the saints, because the one who can reach here will become a Saint King in the future. This point, you yourself have never doubted, otherwise you would not have been able to come this far."
"I do not know whether you are my descendant, whether the bloodline of my Holy Spirit Imperial Clan is still preserved. Of course, if the Holy Spirit Dynasty truly no longer exists, and you have come here, it is still your opportunity. I hope that if you have the chance to encounter the bloodline of the Holy Spirit Imperial Clan, you will look after them. If you are of my Holy Spirit Imperial Clan bloodline, that would naturally be even better."
The voice sounded again, causing Lin Feng to sigh inwardly. Qi Tian Holy Capital, those ancient ruins—could they all be ancient ruins left by the saints?
And the condition for opening these ancient ruins might be possessing exceptional talent, the talent to become a saint.
"Alright. This battle will be imprinted into your memory. Contemplate it well. And I will cease to exist." A voice of release sounded out, and then Lin Feng felt the endless ancient battlefield begin to rush into his body. At this moment, Lin Feng's head felt as if it was about to explode, and his body trembled continuously.
Outside, the powerhouses of the Holy Spirit Dynasty witnessed everything before them, their hearts pounding. The ancient war of the saints had been too vast in its impact. Not only had the saints fallen, but many powerful descendants had also died. Some ancient ruins had even been sealed, causing the holy dynasty to decline for a period afterward. It took many years to recover its vitality, but ultimately, it could not recreate the glory of the ancient saints' era. As for this Saint Dao Platform, countless geniuses of their Holy Spirit Dynasty had tried but could not truly gain the recognition of their ancestor. Even if some exceptional figures had stepped onto the Saint Dao Platform, they still could not walk toward that saint throne.
Unexpectedly, today, an outsider had done it!