Chapter 385: The Head of the Azure Dragon
On the Sword Viewing Peak, the vast crowd still remained, all of them silent.
The Yue family had seized the origin vein, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Yu family did not contend for it. Even if they did, they might not win; no one dared to underestimate the Yue family's foundation.
At this moment, the crowd's eyes were fixed on the distance, as if waiting for something. The people of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, in particular, had a hint of anticipation in their gazes, mixed with a faint, indifferent coldness.
However, as time passed, the brows of some Ten Thousand Beasts Sect members began to furrow slightly. Wu Zhen, why hasn't he returned yet?
The core members of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect were well aware of Wu Zhen's strength. Killing Lin Feng should be no problem. But killing Lin Feng wouldn't take much time, yet Wu Zhen had not appeared.
"Perhaps Wu Zhen is deliberately toying with Lin Feng, or maybe he encountered a suitable beast mount," Teng Wuyao thought to himself, also finding it strange. Why hadn't Wu Zhen returned? Yet, confident in Wu Zhen's abilities, he didn't dwell on it.
The others were also waiting, wanting to see if Wu Zhen could kill Lin Feng and bring back his head.
As time slowly passed, the impatience in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect crowd grew more pronounced. Still no sign. Wu Zhen and Lin Feng seemed to have vanished, making it hard for them to stay calm.
"Should I go check?" Teng Wushan whispered in Teng Wuyao's ear. Teng Wuyao glanced at him and then shook his head. "No need. Wu Zhen killing Lin Feng is more than enough. Nothing can go wrong."
Teng Wushan nodded slightly, stepped back half a pace, and said nothing more, continuing to wait quietly.
Time flowed slowly.
"Teng Wuyao, I think you should stop waiting," Yue Qingshan said indifferently. Perhaps Lin Feng had actually escaped from Wu Zhen's grasp, and Wu Zhen hadn't returned because he was chasing him.
Hearing Yue Qingshan's sarcastic remark, Teng Wuyao's gaze darkened. "Hmph, I don't believe Lin Feng can escape from Wu Zhen's hands."
Though he said this, Teng Wuyao himself was no longer confident. With a wave of his sleeve, his body stepped into the depths of the Nine Dragons Mountain Range, following the trail of Wu Zhen's aura.
"Let's go take a look too," Yu Liushui said indifferently. His body trembled slightly as he led the Yu family to follow, closely behind the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect as they ventured deeper into the Nine Dragons Mountain Range. They also wanted to know if Wu Zhen had killed Lin Feng.
Yue Qingshan's eyes flickered, and then he stepped forward, spitting out a single word coldly: "Let's go."
The Yue family followed.
Finally, the rest of the crowd also followed. This time, with these major powers leading the way, they no longer feared the beasts and could enjoy the scenery deep within the Nine Dragons Mountain Range. Moreover, they were genuinely curious whether Lin Feng was dead. The four Mysterious Martial Realm cultivators who had been with Lin Feng stood on the ground, exchanging glances, all feeling relieved. He wasn't dead. They were still alive.
Perhaps the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect hadn't even considered them worth noticing. The one the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect most wanted to kill was Lin Feng.
"This time, thanks to Lin Feng, or I would have died here today," the four thought to themselves, feeling grateful to Lin Feng. Without his formidable strength, they would have died at the hands of Ji Feng and the others long ago. Luckily, Lin Feng was powerful enough to repeatedly kill members of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, saving their lives.
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At that moment, Lin Feng stood in the void, staring blankly at the scene before him.
Beneath him, everything was desolate. All the vegetation had been destroyed, and the entire space was deathly still.
The collision between the Netherworld Black Lotus and Wu Zhen's palm strike had been too powerful. Even now, he felt a lingering fear. The Netherworld Black Lotus, formed from all his Yang Fire true essence, had terrifying power.
What shocked Lin Feng even more was his martial soul. It had devoured. In that instant, the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul and the Purple Serpent Martial Soul had actually fused together, devouring the Wu Yao Soul and, in the process, swallowing Wu Zhen himself, who couldn't dodge in time.
Wu Zhen and the Wu Yao Soul had both vanished, leaving only Lin Feng alone in the space.
The Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, with its six azure dragon heads, was majestic and domineering. Among them, purple light swirled. These azure dragon heads shifted from solid to ethereal, and the shadow of the purple serpent appeared faintly, emerging on the dragon heads, extremely eerie.
"Can martial souls fuse?" Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. He suddenly realized a question. Twin martial souls were considered martial geniuses. Was it really just because they had two martial souls?
If one of those two martial souls wasn't powerful, it would be useless in battle. What good would it do?
Lin Feng knew that martial souls were the soul. Twin martial soul possessors had strong soul power, but could that truly explain the meaning of twin martial souls?
Lin Feng suddenly felt that he knew very little about martial arts and martial souls.
The path of martial arts was too vast and unfathomable. People across the Nine Heavens Continent pursued martial arts, but how many had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, the peak of martial power?
Take Snow Moon, for example. The Mysterious Martial Realm was already considered expert, and those above the Fifth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm could definitely be called the top figures of Snow Moon, lofty and exalted. As for the Heavenly Martial Realm, Lin Feng had never seen it.
But considering the entire continent, was the Mysterious Martial Realm like the Qi Martial Realm in Snow Moon, just an ant of the continent?
How many people spent their entire lives only touching the surface of martial arts?
And what about martial souls? Why were some martial cultivators in the Nine Heavens Continent born with martial souls, while others awakened them later? Lin Feng couldn't explain any of this.
Shaking his head slightly, Lin Feng pulled his thoughts back. He had only just stepped into the Mysterious Martial Realm. He had no right to be proud or to judge the continent.
"What I need to do now is to keep getting stronger. At least, I must first step into the Heavenly Martial Realm and trample Snow Moon underfoot. Then no one will dare bully me again," Lin Feng murmured to himself. Because of his weak strength, he was bullied and looked down upon wherever he went, unable to hold his head high. Even when he discovered an origin vein, it was directly snatched away.
What frustrated Lin Feng even more was that when the Yue family and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect fought over the origin vein, he, the one who had first discovered it, didn't even have the right to speak. Without strength, there was no right to speak.
Get stronger, get stronger, keep getting stronger. This was Lin Feng's belief, an unwavering conviction. To roam freely in this world, he must have formidable strength as his backing.
"Separate!" Lin Feng shouted softly. The Heaven Devouring Martial Soul and the Purple Serpent Martial Soul separated. The Heaven Devouring, with its six azure dragon heads, roared at the sky; the Purple Serpent stared coldly from the void, as if they had never fused.
"The aura of the martial soul has indeed weakened. Also, when the martial souls fused, there seemed to be a mutation," Lin Feng murmured. Earlier, his killing intent toward Wu Zhen had been extremely strong, causing the two martial souls to fuse together. The power of the martial souls surged, and the fused soul possessed the violent and domineering nature of both the Heaven Devouring and the Purple Serpent, completely running wild. It devoured the Wu Yao Soul and even Wu Zhen himself. How terrifying.
"Hmm?" At that moment, Lin Feng's heart stirred. Then, the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul returned behind him. An eerie aura continuously rose. The six azure dragon heads suddenly let out a long roar. At the base of the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, a tiny tendril slowly extended. Gradually, this tendril bloomed, revealing another azure dragon head.
The Heaven Devouring Martial Soul didn't just have six azure dragon heads. Now, a seventh had appeared.
"This is... the Wu Yao Soul!" Lin Feng's heart contracted violently again. This seventh azure dragon head was different from the other six. Its face was eerie and cold, with a pair of strange black-and-white pupils, exactly like the Wu Yao Soul he had seen.
The Wu Yao Soul had been devoured by the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul and had become a branch of it, the seventh azure dragon head?
Lin Feng's heart shook violently. This was too strange. Before, when he devoured beasts or cold energy, they would give birth to new martial souls—the Illusion Demon Martial Soul, the Ice Martial Soul, and the Purple Serpent Martial Soul were all like that. But now, after devouring the Wu Yao Soul, it didn't give birth to a new one. Instead, it became part of the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul.
PS: I traveled from home to the company this morning, so there was no update earlier. The flowers stopped growing after a morning rise, and I'm about to be overtaken. Please support me. I know I owe you all nineteen chapters. From now on, except for today, I'll update four chapters daily, with bursts on weekends, working hard to repay the debt. Wuwu...