Chapter 2008: Saint Spirit Creation Divine Art
Lin Feng took Qiu Yuexin away and directly returned to the Tianci Dynasty.
At this moment, within the Martial Soul World, Qiu Yuexin looked at the surrounding scene, her expression stiff. She then looked at Lin Feng in front of her and said, "Where is this?"
"My world," Lin Feng replied calmly.
"What do you intend to do?" The place was vast and empty, with nothing but void all around.
"I know you are not a divine fetus, but merely born from the evolution of a Dao fetus. Therefore, you are not a completely independent individual. Xi Emperor influences you; a part of you is Xi Emperor. As long as your Dao is not extinguished, I will not let you go. Not until all of Xi Emperor's imprints on you are erased and the Emotionless Dao is shattered, only then will you be the true Qiu Yuexin."
Lin Feng spoke slowly. Then, he waved his hand toward the void. Instantly, in the void, the former Heavenly Terrace's Nine Heavens appeared, with eighty-one palaces rising. At the highest point, a palace stood tall—it was the very palace he had once lived in.
Lin Feng's divine thoughts pulsed, and in an instant, strands of indestructible divine light frantically surged toward that place, transforming into threads of memory. On that palace, figures of him and Qiu Yuexin appeared, leaning against each other in intimacy.
Lin Feng turned in another direction and waved his hand again. This time, it was the courtyard they had lived in not long after they first met. Divine thoughts pulsed, and indestructible memories of divine thoughts continuously emerged. There, it recorded the scenes of their battles in the room every time Lin Feng tried to tease Qiu Yuexin. However, it seemed Lin Feng was always defeated, and scene after scene replayed endlessly.
Turning again, Lin Feng waved his hand once more. A heavenly curtain hung in the air, showing Lin Feng, Meng Qing, and Qiu Yuexin riding horses across the horizon, playing in the water, and sharing tender moments in mountain caves—this was Yu Emperor's small world.
He waved his hand yet again, and the scene of Lin Feng charging into the Qiu Clan to slay Xuanyuan and forcefully confronting the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress's marriage proposal appeared.
As Lin Feng continued to wave his hands, scenes of their time together continuously replayed, suspended high in the air, enveloping Qiu Yuexin's body. No matter which direction she looked, familiar scenes would imprint themselves into her mind. Watching, watching, Qiu Yuexin's Emotionless Dao intent began to waver violently, and her body trembled slightly.
"Originally a person of emotion, yet you cultivate the Emotionless Dao. Xi Emperor, you want to cut off Yuexin's emotions, make her forget and extinguish her feelings—how could I let you have your way?" Lin Feng said slowly. The final scene he waved into existence was outside the Guang Han Palace, where Lin Feng was abandoned by heaven, and Qiu Yuexin stabbed him with her sword. Seeing the despair and pain on Lin Feng's face—a piercing heartache—a single tear slowly trickled from the corner of Qiu Yuexin's eye.
"You cried. You are still Yuexin. How can emotion be troubled by emotionlessness?" Lin Feng said softly with a smile, his steps slowly approaching Qiu Yuexin. Qiu Yuexin looked at Lin Feng, as if forgetting to resist, until Lin Feng drew near and directly embraced her. This caused Qiu Yuexin's body to tremble violently, and her Dao heart wavered even more intensely.
"Yuexin, from now on, I will stay by your side every day." Lin Feng's hands reached into Qiu Yuexin's clothes, gliding over her skin. Her touch was icy cold, but his movements were gentle.
"No..." A burst of Emotionless Dao radiated from Qiu Yuexin's body. Lin Feng stepped back, then sealed off this space from the outside world. His steps directly walked out, saying, "Yuexin, hold fast to your original heart. You are you, not Xi Emperor. Erase all the imprints she left on you. Use emotionlessness to cut away emotionlessness."
As his words fell, Lin Feng's figure vanished from this space, leaving only the vast heavenly curtain recording every bit of their shared moments. Qiu Yuexin watched and watched, her body slowly sitting down on the ground. Her gaze fell on the scenes from when they first became acquainted, the confrontations in the room, and a smile gradually appeared in her eyes.
After Lin Feng left this space, he left several clones outside, while he himself arrived at the Snow Moon Kingdom. Within the Azure Lotus, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, his mind entering another space—an ancient battlefield. Lin Feng observed the combat techniques of a Saint. The fist radiance he unleashed seemed to transform into Saint Spirits, seizing the power of heaven and earth's creation. Each Saint Spirit possessed infinite destructive force. They gathered and combined, turning into an immortal, unparalleled divine ability, annihilating the Dao wherever it passed.
"So this is the divine ability attack derived from the Saint Spirit Creation Divine Art. All things in the world are only me, all are Saint Spirits. Martial artists use their own power to condense their own Saint Spirits, seize the power of heaven and earth's creation, then combine them into supreme attacks." Lin Feng murmured to himself. The Saint Spirit Creation Divine Art was created by the ancestral Saint King of the Holy Spirit Dynasty, condensing his lifelong dedication to martial arts and the essence of his martial insights. In the view of this ancient Saint King, everything in martial arts is a Saint Spirit—living beings. If you combine them, condense your own Creation Saint Spirit, and seize the power of creation, you will possess supreme might. And if you can condense millions of Creation Saint Spirits to simultaneously seize the creation of heaven and earth, the entire creation and fortune of heaven and earth will be under your control. Cultivated to the extreme, you can slaughter through the heavens.
Ancient Saint Kings transcended the mundane and entered the saintly. They comprehended their own martial paths, created their own divine abilities and ancient scriptures, and possessed the supreme power to shatter heaven and earth. Lin Feng stepped onto the Saint Dao Platform, sat on the Saint Emperor Throne, and not only witnessed the ancient battle of the saints but also received the Creation Transmission from the Holy Spirit Dynasty's ancestor, inheriting the martial essence of that ancient Saint.
"These ancient Saint Kings are all terrifying." Lin Feng observed the battle before him. The battle of the saints was an absolute treasure for any martial artist. No wonder the Holy Spirit Dynasty was tempted. Probably any Emperor-level powerhouse who knew he possessed the memories of the saints' battle would have some ideas.
Among the saints, there was also a terrifying sword cultivator. His sword, when swung, seemed to make time flow backward. Those supreme divine ability attacks retreated, and only his sword pierced through the heavens, its power terrifying to an astonishing degree. When the other saints faced his sword, they were extremely wary and kept their distance from this ancient saint. This showed how terrifying his sword was—a single slash could shake time and traverse the ages, all powers surpassing the Dao.
Lin Feng observed and comprehended this world-destroying battle, a contemplative look in his eyes. The Saint Spirit Creation Divine Art—if he were to condense a Saint Spirit, what kind of Saint Spirit should it be?
The ancient Saint of the Holy Spirit Dynasty's ancestor possessed thirty-three thousand minor Creation Saint Spirits and one hundred thirty-seven major Saint Spirits. The combined attacks shook the past and present, their terror beyond imagination.
"If I condense a Creation Saint Spirit, I can start from the Sword Dao. Multi-system law power, sword dao divine ability techniques, condense a Sword Saint Spirit, seize the power of creation, and combine them into a true sword dao killing move." Lin Feng murmured in his heart. In the past, when he was at the Venerable Martial Realm, the fusion of profound meanings made the sword dao's power terrifying, capable of taking lives. However, after stepping into the Martial Emperor Realm, different laws were difficult to perfectly fuse. This Saint Spirit Creation Divine Art seemed to provide an opportunity for the sword dao, allowing him to once again unleash the brilliance of the sword.
Beyond this, the power of his various law systems could all be condensed into Saint Spirits—such as a Curse Saint Spirit, a Demon Dao Saint Spirit, a Death Saint Spirit. Then, using the Heavenly Derivation Scripture to evolve them, transforming them into Creation Saint Spirits and combining them into divine ability attacks, would surely possess terrifying power.
In the following days, Lin Feng began a period of seclusion, comprehending the supreme divine ability power inherited from the Saint King.
However, outside, earth-shattering changes were taking place. Geniuses clashed endlessly, and many even came to the Tianci Dynasty seeking to fight Lin Feng. The news that Lin Feng had stepped onto the Saint Dao Platform and sat on the Saint Emperor Throne had already spread. Various geniuses wanted to see if Lin Feng's strength matched his talent, hoping to trample this figure with Saint King potential under their feet to establish their own fame and pave their own path.
At the same time, within the Holy Spirit Dynasty, in an elegant room, light gauze divided the antique, spacious chamber into two sections. A powerhouse of the dynasty stood outside, speaking to the person inside: "You are the most suitable candidate. And I believe that with your excellence, the descendants you bear for our ancient saint clan in the future will also possess talents that shake the world."
"Get lost." A cold voice came from inside. "When I agreed to you back then, I never promised such a thing. Disappear immediately."
"Why must you be like this?" The dynasty powerhouse refused to give up, looking at the graceful figure inside and slowly said, "This person's talent is supreme. He stepped onto our Holy Spirit Dynasty's Saint Dao Platform and sat on the Saint Emperor Throne. No one in our Holy Spirit Dynasty has achieved such a feat in countless years. Moreover, he is handsome in appearance, decisive in action, and firm in Dao intent—a rare good man. In Holy City Central Continent, at the Middle-rank Emperor realm, he defeated the enfeoffed king Ji Shang, and he also gained the favor of the ancient saint, Ten Absolutes Old Immortal. Many women would have no chance even if they dreamed of such a man. He will become an existence like an ancient saint. Becoming his woman would not disgrace you."
"I told you to get lost." The cold voice grew even colder, devoid of any emotion.
"Think it over. In a few days, I will come to ask for your answer again. I look forward to the offspring born from you and Lin Feng." The man said this and slowly walked outside. However, at that moment, the figure behind the curtain suddenly trembled and said, "Wait."
"What, have you changed your mind?" The Holy Spirit Dynasty powerhouse asked.
"What did you say his name is?" The voice inside now carried emotional fluctuation, though it remained icy cold.
"Lin Feng, Lin Feng from the War King Academy in Holy City Central Continent," the old man said.