# Chapter 2064: Sword in the Lake
After killing Ji Shang, Lin Feng returned to War King Academy. At this moment, Yun Qingyan stared at Lin Feng like she was looking at a monster, sizing him up as she said weakly, "I really don't know how you cultivate."
"After dying once, I naturally became a bit stronger." Lin Feng touched Yun Qingyan's head, looking at the familiar figure before him. A trace of a smile finally bloomed on his cold brows.
"You dare touch the senior sister's head." Yun Qingyan glared at Lin Feng, jumping away, feeling extremely aggrieved. This guy seemed to be getting bolder and bolder.
Tian Chi walked over to Lin Feng, patted his shoulder—everything was understood without words.
"It's good that you're back." Hou Qinglin smiled slightly and said, "Now, the rise of Heavenly Terrace is unstoppable. We were just waiting for you to return so we could plan for the future. How should Heavenly Terrace proceed from here? Should we establish a sect, or create an ancient clan?"
Hou Qinglin's words were not exaggerated. With the terrifying potential of Heavenly Terrace as it was now, in a few years, it would surely be able to stand tall in Holy City Central Continent. Lin Feng had the potential to become a saint, and becoming a Saint Emperor was only a matter of time. As for him, Tian Chi, Ruoxie, and the others, they all had various ancient scriptures to cultivate, plus the Heavenly Derivation Scripture to enhance their talents. In the future, they would at least step into the Heavenly Emperor realm. Creating an ancient clan would be an easy task.
"Second Senior Brother, we have many enemies now, so it's not appropriate to be too ostentatious. Let's slow down a bit. When Heavenly Terrace stands in Holy City Central Continent, we must make sure no force can shake us." Lin Feng said in a low voice.
"En. Lin Feng, I also have good news to tell you. Look who's here." Just then, a figure walked out from the hall ahead. Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly, and he showed excitement. Those familiar figures, after so many years apart, he was finally seeing them again.
"Master, Mu Bei, Qing Tian."
The newcomers were none other than Yu Huang, Mu Bei, and Mo Qingtian. During the days Lin Feng had left Holy City Central Continent, they had come and found Heavenly Terrace at War King Academy.
"Lin Feng, this old man feels a bit ashamed. But seeing all of you achieving such success, I feel gratified." Yu Huang looked at Lin Feng and the disciples. His cultivation was still at the Mid-rank Emperor realm, but his disciples had all surpassed him, each one stronger than he was.
"Lin Feng, I just heard Second Senior Brother and the others discussing that you can already kill genius Great Emperors. It seems we've fallen far behind." Mo Qingtian laughed as he stepped forward, patting Lin Feng's shoulder. He didn't expect that after more than ten years apart, the gap between them and Lin Feng had grown so wide. Like Mu Bei and Yu Huang, his cultivation was also at the Mid-rank Emperor realm, while Lin Feng could already kill emperors. Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and the others were all terrifyingly powerful too.
It seemed that many things had happened to all of them over the years.
"Cultivation doesn't need to be rushed. The gap opened over more than ten years will gradually close with time. Master, Qing Tian, our Heavenly Terrace is finally gathering together. I just wonder how Master Mu Chen is doing now." Lin Feng said with emotion. In Lin Feng's martial arts life, Mu Chen was definitely one of the most important people who had influenced him.
"That guy Mu Chen has better talent than I do. I believe he won't fare too badly after coming to the Great World. We'll meet again in the future." Yu Huang said with a smile. Lin Feng nodded slightly: "Master, please sit. I have many good ancient scriptures. Come and choose the ones that suit you."
Yu Huang and the others naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony with Lin Feng. The bond between the two masters and eleven personal disciples of Heavenly Terrace in the past could not be described with words. They had fought their way from the Small World, carving out a great path. After more than ten years of separation, they were reuniting. Although they lamented the changes of time, that deep bond remained unbroken.
For the eleven personal disciples of Heavenly Terrace, they had always been brothers. And the two masters were like parents, eternal elders. These days, Lin Feng and his fellow disciples gathered together, talking about what had happened over the years, all filled with infinite emotion. The Qingxiao Land was too vast. Yu Huang and the others had an extremely difficult journey, nearly losing their lives many times. But fortunately, their luck seemed good, and they had finally made it through to Holy City Central Continent.
On this day, within Lin Feng's Martial Soul World, the saint's skull floated in the void. Strands of sword intent, sharp as needles, continuously stabbed out—the undispersed sword intent of an ancient saint, still present even after countless years.
Lin Feng tried to approach the skull step by step. The bloodline within him seemed to roar, and a terrifying vortex appeared around his entire body, madly devouring the sword intent. That devouring power was like a giant beast swallowing heaven and earth, causing the void to roar.
This was a devouring power born from the fusion of various law forces. Since his revival, Lin Feng felt that he was only a hair's breadth away from forming his own unique Dao. However, even though his Dao was not yet complete, he could already achieve transformation and fusion between laws. This was why, when he fought Ji Shang, people saw that each of his punches seemed to contain terrifying law power, capable of suppressing imperial laws—truly astonishing.
This effect was infinitely close to Green Lotus Commander's Green Lotus Dao. However, for Lin Feng, he felt that he had not truly achieved his Dao. His Dao would not be the Green Lotus Dao, but something unique.
Before Lin Feng, a devouring holy spirit seemed to appear, madly swallowing the sword intent into its body. Meanwhile, Lin Feng's footsteps moved step by step closer to beneath the skull. At the same time, ancient characters floated around Lin Feng, elevating his essence, energy, and spirit, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to resonate.
Finally, Lin Feng arrived directly beneath the skull and sat cross-legged. The holy spirit appeared above his head, devouring the sword intent, comprehending the meaning of the saint.
This was a wondrous sword—the Kasyapa Sword, the Sword of the Past. Lin Feng felt a sword strike coming, as if time was chaotic. He could not escape, could not avoid. He waited for that sword to descend upon him—one sword, cutting through the years, disrupting time.
"This is the Kasyapa Sword. In the past, Ancient Saint Kasyapa relied on this sword to roam freely among ancient saints. Any ancient saint had to be extremely cautious." Lin Feng muttered to himself, recalling the scene of that battle.
Now, Lin Feng began to deduce using the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, placing himself under this sword. In the vast, endless space, he stood in the void. Suddenly, a sword came from beyond the heavens, twisting the void. He retreated, but the sword advanced. At this moment, Lin Feng had the illusion that he was not retreating, but advancing—advancing toward the sword. This was chaos. The Kasyapa Sword, the Sword of the Past—this sword could not be avoided.
"Pfft!" Lin Feng grunted, instantly withdrawing from that state, his face pale. But he still sat there quietly, comprehending the power of this sword. At the same time, he continuously repeated the deduction with the Heavenly Derivation Scripture, hoping to grasp a thread of the sword's essence. Of course, Lin Feng did not expect to truly be able to use that sword. That sword transcended the Great Dao; it was the sword of an ancient saint, like the Desolate Ancient Town Heaven Saint Art. All he could do was unleash a fraction of its power—perhaps one ten-millionth.
Lin Feng meditated for a long time before ending this seclusion. Then he went to find Jing Shou, who was now responsible for Heavenly Terrace's shadow forces. In the past, Jing Shou had joined Heavenly Terrace to train assassins for the sect. Later, the entire shadow force was put under Jing Shou's charge. Those who could enter War King Academy all had extraordinary talent, and many were willing to join Heavenly Terrace because everyone could see how terrifyingly those who joined Heavenly Terrace improved. It was a sect that truly developed everyone's strength and potential, unlike what Ji Gate had been. Now, on the three lists of the Hidden King List, Heavenly Terrace disciples occupied a terrifyingly large portion. And on the Heavenly King-Sealing List, the top positions were all people from Heavenly Terrace.
Everyone saw this phenomenon. It was hard for the influence not to spread. Many people entering War King Academy first wanted to join Heavenly Terrace.
"How are the intelligence reports?" In the Shadow Hall, Lin Feng asked Jing Shou.
"These pieces of information should be useful to you." Jing Shou handed a jade slip to Lin Feng. Lin Feng extended his divine sense into it, reading the information inside, then nodded slightly: "Keep watching, never relax. The scale of the Shadow Hall can still expand. I'll organize some powerful ancient scriptures later for developing the Shadow Hall."
"Alright." Jing Shou nodded slightly.
"I'll go now." Lin Feng said and left this place. Meanwhile, on the River-Gazing Pleasure Boat, Pei Yu, the new genius of the Pei Clan, had invited some friends to gather here today. Leaning on the railing, they gazed at the scenery in the lake. The pleasure boat was filled with beauties like clouds, with singing and dancing. Pei Yu, the genius of the Pei Clan, chatted freely with everyone about martial arts, feeling quite pleased.
"Brother Pei Yu, a while ago Lin Feng killed Ji Shang, shaking the Holy City. Everyone says a new era has arrived. I think Brother Pei Yu, with your supreme talent, will surely shine in this era too."
"Now, geniuses are rising together in Holy City Central Continent. Chu Chunqiu and Lin Feng are the two dominant figures, with no one able to contend with them. Add in the Battle Monk and others from the Emperor's List of the past, and I still need to train." Pei Yu said modestly. In fact, in recent years, many in Holy City Central Continent had witnessed his rise, and he was hailed as someone who might surpass Pei Donglai of the past.
Everyone chatted happily. At this moment, in the distance, a person walked on the water. This person wore tight white clothes, carrying an ancient sword on his back. As he strolled, there was an indescribable elegance.
"Look over there."
"Walking on the waves, as if merged with heaven and earth, perfectly natural. This person's strength must be terrifying."
"Pei Yu." Just then, a rolling voice came from afar. Pei Yu was startled, then stood up and asked, "I am Pei Yu. May I ask who you are, sir?"
Suddenly, a terrifying sword aura seemed to tear through the river and lake, rushing toward the large pleasure boat. A cracking sound rang out, and the pleasure boat directly shattered. Overwhelming sword intent surged toward them. The crowd's expressions changed drastically as they stared at the man, shouting, "How dare you!"
The man continued strolling on the lake. At that moment, a sword light appeared. A cold gleam cut through heaven and earth, leaving a trace in the void. Pei Yu roared explosively, shaking the pleasure boat to pieces, but then there was no more trace of him. The crowd saw Pei Yu in the void split into two by a single sword strike, and their hearts all twitched violently.
Looking again at the man in the distance on the lake, he still carried the ancient sword on his back, strolling away, incomparably elegant.
One sword—cut down Pei Yu!