Chapter 2232: Merging with the Violet Soul
Lin Feng stepped into the Eternal Night City and walked directly toward the place where the violet clouds gathered. His body appeared slow, yet his speed was like a phantom; many people could not even clearly see his figure before sensing that he had already vanished.
Outside the Nether Mansion of Eternal Night City, the gathered crowd remained. At this moment, on the path between the black waters, several figures walked out from the Nether Mansion and strolled toward the crowd.
After a moment, they stopped, their gazes fixed on the people ahead. One of them spoke, "Today is the day the Nether Mansion opens. Those from various forces who have been nominated, step onto this Nether Path yourselves."
As his words fell, many young disciples stepped forward, onto the road leading to the Nether Mansion. The young man who had obliterated Lin Feng's divine soul, along with the man and woman beside him, also walked forward. They announced, "We are disciples of the Sword Sect, here to pay our respects to the Nether Mansion."
"En, I recognize a few of you from the Sword Sect. No need for tokens." The Nether Mansion's expert said calmly. Immediately, the three Sword Sect disciples stood up straight, as if filled with exceptional pride. Few people received such treatment before the Nether Mansion. Even those with nomination slots had to produce tokens for verification. These three, having some reputation in Eternal Night City and being Sword Sect disciples, were granted this privilege.
Most of the others nominated to enter the Nether Mansion were also young disciples. The forces they belonged to were almost all vassals of the Nether Mansion, acknowledging its status. Every year, they received a certain number of nomination slots, allowing their people to enter the Nether Mansion and experience the power of the Violet Soul. Naturally, those at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm were best suited, since the Violet Soul's power was meant to help the soul merge with heaven and earth, making it easier to step into the Emperor Realm.
At this moment, behind the crowd, a figure with disheveled hair and a full beard walked over, stepping into the crowd. Many people turned to look at him. This person walked straight ahead, and after a moment, he stood at the front of the path, gazing toward the Nether Mansion.
Not only was there Violet Soul power, but also Death power. The flowing river of death carried the aura of the black waters, though it was not as pure in Death power as the black waters themselves. Still, it was easy to imagine that this force must be skilled in Death power.
"Nether Mansion," Lin Feng murmured softly. Then, he lifted his foot and continued forward. On the ancient road ahead, the Nether Mansion expert's gaze sharpened, fixed on Lin Feng. "Which force nominated you? Do you have a token?"
Lin Feng shook his head, but his gaze fell on a young man. It was this youth who had just used a sword to sever a strand of his divine soul.
The young man looked at Lin Feng, sensing a trace of familiarity. Then his eyes froze. "You are the owner of that strand of divine soul?"
Lin Feng did not speak. He stepped forward, and the man snorted coldly, a terrifying sword intent surging from his body as he stared at Lin Feng. "You tried to experience the Violet Soul's power with just a strand of divine soul? How audacious."
"Whoosh!" A gale swept past. Lin Feng's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood. The young man instantly felt a hurricane rushing toward him, his expression stiffening. In the next moment, a terrifying sword intent howled from his body. He flicked his finger, and countless sharp swords shot forward to kill. But he only saw the figure drawing closer and closer. Then, a pair of icy pupils gradually enlarged in his vision. Finally, a large hand reached out to grab him.
"Get back!" The young man roared, spitting out sword light from his mouth while a sword beam shot from between his brows, rolling toward Lin Feng to slaughter him. However, Lin Feng's pupils, hidden beneath his disheveled hair, suddenly shot out a cold light. A Death Brand directly extinguished the sword light. His palm clamped directly onto the young man's neck. In that instant, the young man's face turned ashen, his eyes bulging outward.
"Who are you, sir? I am a disciple of the Sword Sect. Let's talk this out." The young man opened his mouth, forcing out a difficult voice. A soft cracking sound rang out, as if Lin Feng was squeezing the bones of his throat.
"When you destroyed my strand of divine soul, you didn't ask who I was," Lin Feng said coldly.
"Sir, please show mercy." At this moment, another person spoke. It was someone from the Nether Mansion. These people were all outstanding figures nominated by various forces. If one died here, it would not look good—at the very least, it would tarnish the Nether Mansion's reputation.
"This matter has nothing to do with the Nether Mansion," Lin Feng said, glancing at the speaker.
"He is a disciple of the Sword Sect. Although your combat power is formidable, you are ultimately limited by your cultivation realm. If a Sword Sect expert comes, you will likely face grave danger," the Nether Mansion expert continued.
"That's right. I am a disciple of Sword Expert Yue Song of the Sword Sect. If you harm me, my master will surely kill you."
The young man spoke again. Lin Feng's eyes suddenly shifted. Strands of terrifying Death Brand pierced directly through the other's brow, surging into his mind. In an instant, the man's face turned deathly gray. All life aura vanished from his body, and he was filled with nothing but deathly energy.
Lin Feng released his grip. A thud rang out, especially jarring to the ears. A Sword Sect disciple had just announced his identity, only to be killed without mercy.
"Death Dao Might." The Nether Mansion expert stared at Lin Feng. This seemingly ragged figure was actually this terrifying. He must have been immersed in the Martial Emperor Realm for many years, cultivating the Death Dao for decades, to possess such combat power.
"Sir, your methods are ruthless, and your Death power is formidable," the man said to Lin Feng, quite astonished. Seeing Lin Feng's current appearance, he assumed Lin Feng was over a hundred years old, having spent many years immersed in this realm and comprehending the Death Dao.
"You... killed him..." The other man and woman turned pale, staring at Lin Feng. Their senior brother probably died with his eyes open, all because of a moment of arrogance in cutting down a strand of residual soul, costing him his life.
"Earlier, he destroyed a strand of this person's residual soul. Because he was a Sword Sect disciple, he felt too good about himself. He never expected to die so pointlessly, running into such a terrifying weirdo. Tough luck. Looks like it's better to keep a low profile," someone murmured.
"En, that's right. Destroying someone else's wandering soul is an extremely disrespectful act, equivalent to a provocation. If you're not stronger than the other person, dying is just what you deserve. If he hadn't acted with that sense of superiority, he wouldn't have died," the crowd agreed deeply. In the martial world, there were too many strong people. It was better to train hard but act with humility, lest one lose their life carelessly.
Lin Feng's pitch-black eyes swept over the other man and woman. Immediately, the two wisely shut their mouths. That single glance seemed capable of killing them.
Then, Lin Feng raised his head, looking at the Nether Mansion people. He asked, "Can I go in and experience that violet cloud?"
The Nether Mansion expert's expression froze for a moment. He glanced at the corpse on the ground. Lin Feng had ignored his warning and killed a Sword Sect disciple. Normally, they should not let him in; not causing trouble for him would already be polite. However, this man was skilled in Death power, which shared common ground with the Nether Mansion's cultivation techniques, and he was very powerful. Perhaps the higher-ups would be interested.
"Let you go in as well," an Emperor Realm expert said calmly. The two Sword Sect disciples' expressions tightened, but then a cold light flashed in their eyes. Let this man go in. Once the Sword Sect's experts arrived, they would surely kill him.
"Clean up the corpse yourselves. The rest of you, follow me in," the Nether Mansion expert said calmly to the two Sword Sect disciples. Then, he led the group toward the Nether Mansion. Lin Feng followed along with the others. He wanted to experience this Violet Soul power and see if it could help him achieve soul-merging with heaven and earth, bringing him closer to the Emperor Realm.
The Nether Mansion people led the group to a vast space. Above, the sky was filled with endless violet clouds. The Violet Soul power churned endlessly, making one feel an irresistible urge to release their divine soul.
"Indeed, it has a strong attraction for the divine soul. I wonder what changes will occur when the soul merges into it," Lin Feng thought to himself. His divine soul, like the others, surged out rolling. In an instant, he felt his divine soul seem to merge into that violet sky, as if that sky was his soul. Even the violet clouds could move according to his will.
"Letting people experience this feeling of soul-merging with heaven and earth... first merging into the Violet Soul, then into the entire heaven and void," Lin Feng mused. His divine soul continuously merged into that Violet Soul, occupying it, expanding outward, experiencing this sensation. If they could truly achieve the state of soul-merging with heaven and earth, their divine soul would gain greater power, able to gather the power of heaven and earth to launch attacks, and possess stronger defenses. Even leaving the body with the divine soul would become much easier.
Most importantly, martial artists, by merging their soul with heaven and earth, could comprehend the natural Dao of heaven and earth, achieving supreme martial power.
"You have three days to comprehend here. If divine soul collisions occur, they are entirely voluntary. You are responsible for yourselves. The Nether Mansion will not interfere, as long as you do not directly attack each other," the Nether Mansion person said indifferently. This violet cloud space was only so large. Divine soul collisions were a natural occurrence. At this moment, some people already felt the Violet Soul was insufficient, fighting over its power to better merge and maximize their comprehension.
Lin Feng also worked hard to do the same. As long as there was hope of stepping into the Emperor Realm, he would go all out to achieve it. However, he did not yet know that at the Fate Temple, the Prophet was heading to retrieve his external incarnation, preparing to tell him the shocking words from the scroll!
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