Chapter 2018: Saint Skull
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"Also, that skullcap can actually exist under the sword qi and hasn't decayed either. Could it be the skullcap of an ancient saint?" someone said, causing the crowd's hearts to tighten. Even if it wasn't an ancient saint's skullcap, it must definitely be the skull of an extremely terrifyingly powerful expert to remain unbroken under such sword qi.
"Since this sword qi can't be dispersed, we have to start from the ground. Dig out the skullcap first."
The crowd thought silently to themselves as some people began to move. One attack after another tore the earth around the sword curtain into a vacuum. The ground where the crowd stood grew lower and lower, and soon they were standing below the sword curtain, having blasted away a large area of earth.
"Come out!" A person suddenly sucked with his palm, and instantly the skullcap emitted a humming sound. At that moment, the undying sword intent seemed about to explode, transforming into streaks of sword light that tore through the void. In that instant, the crowd felt an illusion, as if they were watching the sword intent pierce their own bodies, with time itself seeming to freeze.
"Careful!" Lin Feng shouted, charging forward to try and push Meng Qing down beside him, but it was too late. Their movements seemed to slow down. The sword light descended in an instant, and with a sizzling sound, it pierced through Lin Feng's shoulder blade, sending a spray of blood flying.
The void seemed to freeze. Everyone fell silent, feeling an oppressive pressure.
"Huff..." Finally, Lin Feng let out a long breath. It felt like an eternity had passed. Blood still trickled from his shoulder blade wound, but fortunately, it didn't spread through his entire body. Not just him—every genius present had been struck by the sword qi, unable to avoid it, though all in different parts of their bodies.
"This undying sword qi is as thin as a thread, naturally existing without the explosive power to kill. Otherwise, everyone would be dead without a doubt." Drifting Snow Princess also felt a lingering fear. She hadn't expected such a terrifying change from moving the skull. Now, their gazes all turned to the skullcap. It had also changed, floating in the void as strands of intent emanated and scattered down. Though the crowd stood far away, they could still feel the intent within—sword intent, along with that illusion of time.
"This skullcap might be even more precious than a Dao Seal." A thought arose in the crowd's minds, and sharp glints flashed in their eyes as they stared at the skullcap, which continued to release strands of sword intent.
"It might really be a saint's skull, containing a trace of thought from an ancient saint king."
"Even if it's just an intent, as long as it contains the martial arts of an ancient saint, it would be an ultimate treasure."
The crowd thought to themselves, their gazes gradually growing heated. However, they glanced at each other warily. Besides desire, there was also a hint of caution. With so many geniuses present, snatching the skullcap in plain sight would be no easy task.
"Since this skullcap might be an ancient saint's skull, containing a trace of the saint's will, taking it won't be easy either." Hou Qinglin said softly. Lin Feng nodded. The sword intent within the skullcap still lingered, undispersed even as a skeleton, showing how powerful its might was.
The crowd remained silent for a long time before someone finally moved. A figure suddenly shot through the air, charging toward the skullcap like a violent hurricane sweeping through space. Strangely, no one competed with him as he stepped forward. Those calm, silent eyes were terrifying.
"This person's speed is formidable, but making a move alone in front of so many people—isn't he just asking for death?" Lin Feng thought to himself. The hurricane instantly swept toward the skullcap. The moment it touched the skullcap, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted. Everyone clearly felt that powerful will—the saint's will was undying; who could move his skull?
Time seemed to freeze. Space stopped moving. In that moment, everyone clearly sensed a terrifying intent—an ancient expert forming a sword seal, fingers like a flower, sword like a willow. Yet time was reversing, and only that sword continued forward, full of the beauty of time. Though this sword wasn't substantial, it deeply imprinted itself in the crowd's hearts, leaving a brand.
"Chi..."
A faint sound like a mosquito's buzz rang out, and then the crowd saw the hurricane stop. The genius who had been riding the hurricane forward froze in place, his figure reappearing. But his body was now covered in strands of sword intent. No sword light, no sharp blade—just that sword intent, like the Grim Reaper, had claimed his life. That intent seemed to pierce every pore of his body.
"Kashya Sword." Lin Feng murmured softly, causing many gazes to suddenly turn to him.
"Kashya Sword?" The princes and princesses of the dynasties felt a tremor in their hearts. Among the ancient saints of the distant past, there was a terrifying existence at the level of an ancient saint king—a sword cultivator. The sword path he specialized in was the Kashya Sword.
Kashya was taken from the Buddhist ancient scriptures. Kashya Buddha was the Buddha of the past. And that sword just now seemed to create a sense of time distortion. The Kashya Sword—one slash severed time, extinguished the ages. In the records, even the ancient saints of old were unwilling to face this saint king who excelled in sword techniques. The Kashya Sword was precisely the sword art that saint king specialized in.
"You actually know the Kashya Sword?" Drifting Snow Princess looked at Lin Feng and asked.
"I'm also a sword cultivator. I've heard of it." Lin Feng smiled, not telling the truth. His connection to the ancient saint king inheritance of the Holy Spirit Dynasty was too significant. Some old monsters might set their sights on him. The Holy Spirit Dynasty had even demanded he leave behind the Holy Spirit Dynasty's bloodline; otherwise, who knew how they would deal with him.
Seeing the person killed by the skullcap's sword intent, the crowd became wary again. Their steps crept toward the skullcap, but they were extremely cautious. They faced not only the surrounding geniuses but also the skullcap's own sword intent killing power—an intent capable of killing people.
Beside Yan Huang, Wang Jian slapped his body, and suddenly a massive golden alms bowl appeared in the void, radiating boundless light as if indestructible. At the same time, a suit of armor appeared on Wang Jian's body, wrapping him entirely like a war god. He stepped forward slowly, and the golden alms bowl before him also moved toward the skullcap ahead.
"It's Wang Jian. This man specializes in the Dao of weapons. His strength is extremely formidable, like the king of ten thousand weapons. He can condense invisible blades and is very powerful, and he can also command weapons." The crowd thought. Clad in armor, Wang Jian held a floating light shield in his left hand and a massive golden spear in his right, with giant swords shimmering with flowing light beneath his feet. He was fully armed.
But from another direction, another person stepped forward—Zhuo Qing. A terrifying golden radiance burst from his body, and a golden storm slowly rose behind him, rampaging through the void. An overwhelming pressure seemed capable of crushing and annihilating all enemies. This man was a Gold Element Origin King Body, an Indestructible Diamond King Body. Like Wang Jian, he also wore a suit of armor, as if forged from pure gold.
A figure drifted over from afar, ethereal like an immortal, walking on ripples. The void before her seemed twisted and distorted. A terrifying pressure emanated from her—it was none other than Gu Yaoxian.
Chu Chunqiu had also arrived. He stepped forward, ancient kings bearing down on his back, swallowing the heavens and covering the void like the ancient kings of old. No one dared underestimate Chu Chunqiu's strength. Whether in talent or combat power, he had already proven himself. In the Emperor's List Dao Seeking at Holy City Central Continent, his displayed combat power was astonishing. Later, at the Holy Spirit Dynasty, he ascended the Sacred Dao Platform and was tested as the second strongest in talent after Lin Feng, possessing saint potential. However, his cultivation level differed from Lin Feng's. Lin Feng ranked first in talent but was only a mid-rank emperor, making his combat power questionable. Chu Chunqiu ranked second in talent and was a high-rank emperor, skilled in devouring power. Coupled with the deterrent effect of the former Chu King and the Madman of the Chu family, the crowd's wariness of Chu Chunqiu exceeded their wariness of Lin Feng.
Not only had they made obvious moves, but others were also stirring. Mad Ox, Ying Mo, the strong expert from the He family, and Yan Huang—none were willing to be sidelined. Each released powerful auras, their steps moving toward the skullcap. This was the first treasure they had discovered in the ruins that likely bore the shadow of an ancient figure, and it might very well be the skull of the fallen Kashya Saint King, containing his will. Weren't the people of the various dynasties from Qi Tian Holy Capital here precisely for the relics left by saints?
A trace of aura emanated from Lin Feng. He was also ready to make a move. These people didn't regard him as highly as they did Chu Chunqiu, which was actually a good thing. Of course, he knew that if he managed to obtain the skullcap, he would likely become the target of everyone. But even so, when the time came to contend, he had to seize it!
The ancient saint's skullcap—he was determined to have it. Not to mention the sword dao will within that might be useful to him, there was also that illusion of time. If he gave it to Ruoxie to comprehend, it would be immensely beneficial. The power Ruoxie specialized in was already heading down an extraordinary path—the power of time. Once infused with the intent of time, it would be supremely terrifying!