Chapter 500: A Fortuitous Encounter
"Boom!"
Another intense vibrating sound rolled out. Lin Feng's fist slammed into the golden door, and cracking sounds rang out continuously. The cracks grew clearer and clearer, as if it might split open at any moment.
"One more punch should do it."
Feeling the trembling force, Lin Feng curled the corners of his mouth into a smile. He retreated a certain distance, then took a step forward. A wild and domineering gale howled from his hand, extremely fierce, carrying a terrifying reverse spiral of air currents.
"Break!"
Lin Feng shouted. His fist smashed into the golden door. The moment the immense hidden force was unleashed, the buzzing sound ceased entirely, replaced only by the sound of shattering. The golden door was shaken apart, crumbling into golden powder, vanishing into nothingness.
It was broken. The golden door had finally been breached by Lin Feng, revealing what lay behind it.
This was a wide, ancient path, wide enough for only two or three people to walk side by side, exuding an aura of mystery throughout.
After breaking through that incredibly sturdy door, the first thing Lin Feng saw was not the imagined treasures or a hall containing cultivation techniques, but merely a deep, boundless passageway. No one knew where this passage led, nor how deep it was.
Lin Feng's eyes flickered continuously. He was considering whether or not to step into this passage—this unknown passage within the ancient hall.
Lin Feng hesitated this time. He had returned to the ancient hall, broken through the golden door, and finally reached this step. Now that he saw what lay behind the door, was he going to stop here?
"No. I've put in so much effort. If I don't even take a look, I won't be satisfied."
Lin Feng pondered for a moment, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"This place is deep within the ancient hall, hidden so thoroughly. I had to use precise force to break the golden door just to enter. If I don't go in and take a look, it would be such a waste. Everything I've done would be for nothing."
Lin Feng thought. Then, he took a step forward, stepping into the deep, narrow passage before him. Crisis was both a test and an opportunity. When facing it, one must be calm, not evasive.
The moment Lin Feng stepped onto the ancient path, an extremely peculiar feeling arose within him. At this moment, he was alone, standing on a vast, desolate road, aimless. The surroundings had no one else—only himself.
Turning back to look at the place he had just entered, Lin Feng saw nothing. It was as if he was now in a completely different place, on an isolated ancient road.
"Illusion Array!"
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. This was a formation, and it seemed to be an illusion technique array, making it impossible for him to see through. In an instant, the scene around him had completely changed.
"Swish!"
A sharp whistling sound came. Lin Feng's gaze focused, and he slightly shifted his body. A beam of light grazed past him, and he could still feel a scorching sensation on his face.
"Besides the illusion array, is there also a killing array?"
Lin Feng's expression froze completely. Surprise filled his face, mixed with disbelief. This ancient path was not only an illusion but also a killing array, one that could take his life?
Lin Feng never underestimated the lethality within illusions. Last time, in the Nine Palaces Trapping Dragon Array, the killing within the formation was real. Even though it was an illusion array, if a person died, they were truly dead. They would simply be ejected from the formation after death, but it was genuine death, not an imagined death within the illusion.
The killing within this illusion array was definitely not a joke. It could cost him his life.
"Swish, swish..."
Two terrifyingly sharp whistling sounds came simultaneously, extremely piercing.
Lin Feng stood still, quietly sensing the position of the incoming wind. Then, his palm moved. With a sudden slap, a wild, domineering blast of wind swept toward the two projectiles. They were two arrows. Struck by Lin Feng's palm wind, they immediately fell to the ground.
"Zing, zing..." Sharp, grating sounds came from above Lin Feng's head. His body moved like the wind, dodging. With a loud crash, a blade flash streaked by, leaving behind a brilliant gleam of light.
"What a terrifying place."
Lin Feng's expression was completely frozen. Stepping into this ancient path, attacks came one after another, all aimed at taking his life. Lin Feng wondered, what was the purpose of this ancient path? Was it just to kill?
If it was only meant to kill, why go through all this trouble?
Lin Feng refused to believe it. A sharp glint shone in his eyes. His steps grew firmer and more resolute, without the slightest wavering.
"Zing, zing, swish!"
Sharp whistles and grating winds sounded together. Arrows and blade lights tore through the air, slashing at Lin Feng from the void. Compared to before, they seemed even more terrifying.
"Get lost!"
Lin Feng roared. His entire body released an overwhelmingly domineering aura. His true essence was as sharp as a sword. The arrows were torn apart by the sword energy, and the slashing blade light could not harm him either.
"Whoosh..."
Lin Feng let out a long breath. He casually glanced at the ancient path, then froze. Suddenly, he lifted his head and looked upward.
Within the ethereal illusion, a towering statue sat there, motionless like a mountain, as if no attack could shake it. Any attack that landed on it would be rendered void.
"What's going on?"
Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. That image flashed by, appearing for only an instant before disappearing again. Yet, it seemed to contain a certain will. That image lingered in Lin Feng's mind, echoing, impossible to shake off.
"Will!"
Lin Feng murmured. The realm beyond Unity of Heaven and Man was Will. That image just now seemed to possess Will. Once seen, it could never be erased.
Closing his eyes, Lin Feng focused his mind, trying to sense the mystery within this ancient path.
The howling wind swept past him. Lin Feng drifted like the wind, his mind sinking into a wondrous state, perceiving, capturing.
It appeared. The mysterious image in his mind emerged once more.
This statue in his mind seemed to be a Buddha, an ancient Buddha that had existed since time immemorial, with an immortal physical body, eternal and indestructible.
Moreover, besides sensing the image of this statue, Lin Feng also clearly perceived that on this figure's body, there were demonic patterns—very peculiar patterns—connecting every major meridian point of the statue's body.
"Is this... a cultivation technique?"
Lin Feng's heart trembled. Could it be that this statue was providing him with a technique for him to comprehend?
But this technique had no written records, no explanations. It was merely a set of meridian pathways for one to sense. It was too profound. Lin Feng found it incredibly unbelievable, yet he had a strong intuition that the flowing trajectory of these meridians was indeed a cultivation technique, and a very powerful one at that.
PS: Ahh, so sleepy...