Chapter 2221: Piles of Bones Like Mountains
In the vast and endless Heavenly River battlefield, Lin Feng's appearance did not cause too great a stir. However, wherever he passed, bones lay in piles. Seeing that Lin Feng intended to cross through relying on his own strength, countless powerful experts came to intercept him, yet one after another, they fell by Lin Feng's hand. All that remained for the onlookers to marvel at was a single, stunning demonic back view.
At this moment, a man stood in the void, his entire body trembling, his gaze fixed on the demonic light that had vanished ahead. He had witnessed Lin Feng's slaughter with his own eyes. A group of Nether King Corps, renowned in his underworld realm, had gone to block Lin Feng. However, not a single one remained; all had died at that man's hands. If this were to spread, it would surely cause a sensation. What kind of power was that? Could it truly be power that a mere Martial Emperor at the peak could possess?
No matter how powerful the figure, Lin Feng needed only a single strike. No one could stop his advance, not even an entire army. In the end, a single glance from him had brought the man a feeling of despair bordering on collapse.
How could such a terrifying figure have appeared from that side?
At this moment, Lin Feng surged forward, his entire body wreathed in a terrifying aura of death. His eyes themselves seemed to have sunk into death, capable of driving anyone to despair with a single look.
Still, people continued to come and intercept him. Lin Feng showed no mercy, directly unleashing the Death Brand to claim their lives. No one could stop his advance.
Seven days later, Lin Feng stood atop a mountain peak. His Death Gaze looked into the distance. He had not expected to arrive at such an inopportune time. The Immortal Kingdom Trial Ground had only recently opened, and if he wanted to leave this place, he would have to wait another year.
Sitting down cross-legged, Lin Feng closed his eyes, as if he were the only person in this world.
At that moment, someone came whistling through the air. Seeing the imprint of light above Lin Feng's head, their eyes froze, and killing intent flickered. This bastard had quite the nerve. Coming from another realm, he actually dared to be so arrogant, appearing here so brazenly and cultivating in the open, as if he looked down on everything and everyone. Too reckless.
However, when they saw the piles of bones on the ground, the crowd hesitated. This man's strength was probably extremely terrifying, very formidable.
The crowd grew larger and larger, all staring at Lin Feng. They set aside their own conflicts and killings, united in their desire to see Lin Feng dead. That someone from another realm had come here was a disgrace to them.
"Kill him," someone said coldly.
"Let's all attack together," the crowd responded in unison. Then, they charged toward Lin Feng on the mountaintop. At that moment, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly snapped open. The man in front of him let out a miserable scream, as if struck by a Death Curse. His body plummeted downward, killed by a single glance from Lin Feng.
The crowd's eyes froze, their expressions cold.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng's face was expressionless. His eyes held only the aura of death and slaughter. Around him, it seemed as if ten thousand Death Brands were swirling. Suddenly, they transformed into countless streams of death and killing intent, surging in all directions. In an instant, the will of death swept across heaven and earth. Anyone branded by death would die immediately. The deathly aura was unimaginably terrifying.
Watching the powerful experts continuously fall, the surviving crowd felt their hearts pounding wildly—shock, fear. How could he be so terrifying?
Lin Feng's body slowly rose. His black cloak billowed and fluttered. At this moment, it seemed as if he alone existed between heaven and earth. A thud rang out—Lin Feng's step. That single sound seemed to vibrate in the hearts of everyone present. Before long, when Lin Feng returned to the mountaintop and sat down, the ground was covered in piles of bones.
Yet, it did not stop. People continued to arrive from afar.
Three months later, around the mountaintop, bones were piled high like mountains. An invisible deathly sound seemed to linger between heaven and earth. No one knew how many had fallen here.
Six months later, within a hundred li radius of the mountaintop, not a blade of grass grew. There was no life.
Ten months later, within a hundred li radius of the mountaintop, all life was gone, shrouded in death. Those with weak cultivation felt they could not bear it as soon as they stepped into this area, as if they were about to die. Even powerful experts could not penetrate deeply. This deathly intent was simply too terrifying.
This area had become a forbidden ground, a death forbidden ground, formed later. No one dared to set foot in it.
At this moment, countless people from various regions of the Immortal Kingdom Trial Ground were preparing to return to the underworld. Many gathered outside this death forbidden ground, staring inside, as if trying to see through it.
"I heard that inside, there is a supremely powerful Martial Emperor at the peak. No one can withstand a single blow from him. There are a hundred thousand powerful experts' bones inside, piled into mountains. That's how such a powerful death aura was created, turning it into a forbidden ground."
"I also heard that man came from the other side of the Heavenly River battlefield. He is overwhelmingly powerful. No one can get close to him; anyone who approaches dies."
"Hmph, with such a death aura, there must be some death-type supreme treasure here. It can't be as you say. How could there be such a powerful Martial Emperor?" someone said, unconvinced.
"You can go inside and see for yourself," someone mocked.
In short, this forbidden ground space was being spoken of as something miraculous. And the day when the Immortal Kingdom Trial Ground would reopen was drawing closer and closer.
On this day, within this forbidden ground, the endless deathly intent began to recede wildly, causing countless people to freeze their eyes. What was happening? The forbidden ground seemed to be disappearing.
"The deathly intent seems to be being swallowed, returning."
Watching the continuously fading death aura, the crowd's hearts pounded. They stepped forward, wanting to see what was happening. However, as they advanced, their hearts kept pounding. On the ground ahead, there were already countless bones—all fallen powerful experts. Their bodies were intact, but they were dead.
"The treasures on their bodies alone could form a fortune," the crowd thought, their hearts shaken. Who had done all this?
Finally, when the death aura within a hundred li had all retreated, they saw a figure on the mountaintop. Before that figure was a faint, indistinct spiritual body, filled with endless deathly light, as if it could swallow the death power of heaven and earth and seize the fortune of death.
And that figure himself was covered in terrifying death aura. Even his eyes could bring death.
"This Death Dao has probably already reached the level of great accomplishment," the crowd thought, their hearts shaken. For a Martial Emperor to achieve great accomplishment in the power of the Dao—such a figure was too terrifying.
"Indeed, terrifying. No wonder there are so many bones, truly piled into mountains. If we dared to attack him, we would surely die."
Everyone truly felt Lin Feng's terror. At this moment, Lin Feng stared at the holy spirit before him. His deep, death-filled eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction. He thought to himself, "So this is a creation spirit. How powerful. It seizes the death fortune of heaven and earth. This Death Creation Holy Spirit is more formidable than an ordinary Imperial Weapon."
"Once, the ancestor saint of the Holy Spirit Dynasty forged thirty-three thousand small creation holy spirits and one hundred and thirty-seven great creation holy spirits. What kind of might must that have been? How terrifying must his strength have been? It's almost inconceivable," Lin Feng mused. Then, his hand clenched, and the Death Creation Holy Spirit vanished, merging into his body. At the same time, Lin Feng stood up and looked around. The one-year term of the Immortal Kingdom Trial Ground was almost up, wasn't it?
Lin Feng stepped forward. The people ahead of him voluntarily made way. This god of death who slaughtered was not someone they could provoke. Even if he was from another realm, how had he managed to cultivate the death power, which the underworld excelled in, to such a level—to its peak? Was he planning to go to the underworld?
After Lin Feng, this death god-like figure, left, everyone's eyes showed a hint of madness. They began to plunder the bodies below. Each of these corpses was a powerful figure, and they carried treasures. With so many bones, how many treasures had accumulated?
But all of this seemed to hold no attraction for Lin Feng. After obtaining the first seat in the Nine Heavens Assembly, entering the Fate Temple, meeting the temple master, and being oppressed by them, Lin Feng had experienced too much. What he needed now was supreme power, ultimate strength.
Standing at the exit of the underworld, Lin Feng's black cloak fluttered in the wind. No one dared to provoke him, because around him, many corpses had already appeared. Those people had not even gotten close to him before they died. He dared to stand there so boldly, acting as if no one else existed, treating the powerful experts of the underworld as if they were nothing. His strength was beyond doubt. Some geniuses felt humiliated and wanted to step forward, but their fate was only death.
"What kind of monster is this?" someone marveled inwardly.
"Too terrifying."
Everyone kept their distance from Lin Feng, only watching from afar, guessing who he was. And Lin Feng just stood there, waiting quietly. Until the Immortal Kingdom Trial Ground opened again, Lin Feng stepped into the air, like a streak of light.
At the huge canyon, Lin Feng, transformed into a streak of light, rushed out and directly strode away without pausing. He quickly distanced himself from the place. He stopped briefly on a main peak far from the canyon, looked at this space, and took a deep breath. He put on the Phantom Cloak. With a thought, his temperament and aura changed. Soon, he had a different face, and the Phantom Cloak directly merged into his body. "The underworld," Lin Feng murmured as he strode out, heading directly toward Song Emperor City.