Chapter 229: Sword of the Rising Sun
"Great-Uncle!"
The figure in purple slightly bowed to the person who had appeared, his expression respectful, but his eyes flickered with cold light. His great-uncle was a Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse. Now that he had arrived, Lin Feng was as good as dead.
The person who appeared did not look very old, yet the purple-robed man addressed him as great-uncle. The crowd was not surprised by this. On the path of martial arts, the higher one's cultivation, the longer one's lifespan, and naturally, one appeared younger. Some exceptionally powerful individuals could even reverse aging and maintain eternal youth, forever appearing to be in their prime.
There were also rumors on the Nine Heavens Continent that at the pinnacle of martial arts, one could achieve immortality and eternal life, a prospect that countless people yearned for and pursued.
Martial arts were the eternal theme of the continent.
"You still have the nerve to call me great-uncle!"
The Purple Mansion Ancestor snorted coldly. The bodies lying on the ground were the elites of his Purple Mansion, including his own descendants. Now, they were all dead.
All that remained was Zixia, a woman. The Purple Mansion was on the verge of extinction.
"I am guilty."
The purple-robed man dared not refute. As the head of the Purple Mansion, allowing such a calamity to befall his clan was an unforgivable fault. Even his own son had been killed.
"I will settle accounts with you later. But for now..."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor said coldly, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
"You are so young, already at the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. You should have had a bright future. But today, you are destined to die here."
As he spoke, a tangible killing intent emanated from his body, sending chills through the surrounding crowd.
"Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. So Lin Feng has the strength of the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Impressive. And with that strength, he was able to force back Zi Ying, who is at the peak of the Spirit Martial Realm, with a single sword strike. Amazing."
The crowd silently praised him. They had never seen anyone as young as Lin Feng reach the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm before.
"Is that so? We'll have to see about that."
Lin Feng said indifferently, his voice still calm, without a trace of fluctuation. He was indeed at the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. That day, after reaching the Unity of Heaven and Man, his cultivation had directly jumped from the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm to the Eighth Layer.
Before reaching the Unity of Heaven and Man, Lin Feng could already challenge those above his level with various techniques. Now, with the Unity of Heaven and Man, even at the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, it was not difficult for him to deal with ordinary Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivators. If not for Zi Ying's peculiar methods, Lin Feng would have already killed him.
"So arrogant."
The crowd watched the two figures confronting each other on the long corridor and let out a long breath. Lin Feng was actually going to fight a Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse.
"Courting death. I'll make you understand that a Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse is not someone a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator can touch."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor waved his sleeve, and instantly, sand and gravel flew on the corridor. An invisible hurricane formed, howling through the air.
"A Mysterious Martial Realm cultivator possesses true essence. True essence is formed from a massive concentration of heaven and earth's spiritual energy. The power of true essence can easily crush a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator into dust. This is a gap in realm that cannot be bridged."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor raised his hand, palm facing upward. Purple true essence energy pulsed in his hand, like a purple orb, dazzling and brilliant.
Moreover, the radiance of this true essence was not merely for show. It was a tangible concentration of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, filled with destructive power.
Lin Feng took a step forward, his sword slanted in his hand, reflecting sharp, cold light. He showed no fear.
"I just happened to comprehend a sword technique today. I'll use your true essence to test it."
Lin Feng said calmly. The crowd's gazes froze. Comprehending a sword technique. As expected of a genius. His insight was truly remarkable.
"Using me to test your sword?" A strange smile curled at the corner of the Purple Mansion Ancestor's mouth. He had never heard of a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator daring to use a Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse to test their sword. Usually, they would only ask for guidance.
He had to admit, Lin Feng was incredibly arrogant.
"Then go ahead and try."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor's palm trembled, and the true essence orb in his palm pulsed before being flung out. The purple orb was filled with overbearing destructive power, capable of annihilating everything.
Even the crowd below the corridor could clearly feel the terrifying, condensed destructive intent within that purple true essence orb.
"Sword of the Rising Sun!"
Lin Feng raised his hand, swift and fierce, but in the eyes of the crowd, it seemed slow, the trajectory clear.
This sword was like the rising sun, slowly ascending into the sky, filled with boundless vitality and surging energy.
The crowd even had an illusion. Lin Feng's sword seemed like a red sun, slowly rising. The Sword of the Rising Sun, the Sword of the Red Sun.
"So beautiful. Like the rising red sun." Zi Ling felt a sense of dreaminess and murmured softly, "Sister, this is the sword technique Lin Feng created himself. Watching the red sun rise in the morning, he created this sword technique."
She vaguely remembered that in the early morning, she had watched the sunrise with Lin Feng. She had lamented that although the scenery was beautiful, the person was not the one. She had said that Lin Feng was not the person she wanted to watch the sunrise with. But at this moment, she felt a trace of nostalgia.
As if that kind of time would never come again.
"A self-created sword technique."
Zi Yi's body trembled. How many peerless geniuses cultivated the martial skills and techniques of their predecessors? How many could create their own sword techniques? And one so dazzling, giving people an immersive feeling. This was true sword comprehension. Only through sudden enlightenment could one display such artistic conception.
The purple light collided with the sword of the red sun. Blinding light stung the eyes of the crowd. Destructive force raged through the space, as if it took a long time to subside.
Lin Feng's figure reappeared. Still in white robes, alone with his sword, reckless and unrestrained.
"Sword of the Rising Sun. I truly cannot bear to kill you. Unfortunately, you killed the people of my Purple Mansion. You must die."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor sighed. Although he was a Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse, he understood that his own talent was nothing special. His cultivation had stagnated here. Lin Feng was a true genius. Give Lin Feng a few years, and he would surpass him. The Mysterious Martial Realm was by no means Lin Feng's limit.
Some people cherished talent, others envied it. The Purple Mansion Ancestor had never seen a genius like Lin Feng. His own descendants were far inferior. He had always hoped for a talented descendant, but he had never found one. Now, he had found one, but he was not his descendant. He was the enemy of his Purple Mansion.
The Purple Mansion Ancestor really wanted to slap Zi Ying. To have such a person before him and not befriend him, but instead make an enemy of him, was too foolish. It was simply unforgivable.
"Make your move." Lin Feng said indifferently.
"Fine. Die."
The Purple Mansion Ancestor said calmly. He took a step, and his figure instantly appeared before Lin Feng. A palm strike, infused with purple true essence, directly slashed toward Lin Feng.
The crowd's hearts tightened. Lin Feng was about to clash with a powerful Mysterious Martial Realm existence.
"Sword of Radiant Light."
A low chant escaped Lin Feng's lips. An incomparably dazzling light burst forth from his sword, filled with explosive power. This sword was like the radiance of the scorching sun at its zenith, violent, powerful, illuminating everything. It was the Sword of the Scorching Sun.
"Chi, chi..."
The sound of space being torn apart echoed, along with wisps of deathly gray energy entwined on the sword. This sword was Lin Feng's realization, also incorporating the artistic conception of the Annihilation Sword.
This sword was as dazzling as the scorching sun, as fast as light.
"Boom!"
A terrifying aura swept out. The Sword of the Scorching Sun approached. The Purple Mansion Ancestor retreated. The powerful Mysterious Martial Realm existence actually retreated before Lin Feng. Although it was only a small step to the side.
"Shadow Kill!"
Lin Feng's sword did not stop. He used the Cross Shadow Kill Technique. His body suddenly disappeared, transforming into a shadow, as if he had vanished entirely.
In the past, when Lin Feng had traveled a thousand miles to rescue Duan Xinye, he had used the second move of the Cross Shadow Kill Technique, Shadow Kill. But at that time, he had been unable to achieve a completely formless shadow. Now, having entered the Unity of Heaven and Man, when he executed Shadow Kill, his entire being seemed to disappear, leaving only destructive power.
"Purple Extremity!"
Feeling this formless destructive power, the Purple Mansion Ancestor's expression turned ugly. He shouted, and a wild purple light appeared. True essence of purple light bloomed in the air.
"Chi, chi..."
A sword pierced into the true essence. The Purple Mansion Ancestor's expression shifted slightly. His body moved like a phantom, instantly disappearing, landing directly below the corridor. He had retreated again. The Purple Mansion Ancestor had been forced back by Lin Feng once more, this time directly forced down to the corridor.
However, there was no trace of pride on Lin Feng's face. He did not pursue. Instead, he turned his gaze and fixed it on Zi Ying, icy cold and filled with killing intent.
This single glance caused Zi Ying's expression to change drastically, his heart trembling violently.
Lin Feng's body moved again, without any hesitation.