Chapter 575: The Final Battlefield
"Buddha-Demon power, Buddha and Demon... it seems Buddha and Demon follow the heart, and the heart follows nature."
Two days later, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a hint of enlightenment in them as he murmured a few words.
Now, his heart was closer to nature, open-minded and free. The Buddha-Demon pattern was released from his body, allowing him to contemplate it. As he did so, Lin Feng realized that the Buddha-Demon power he had used before was half Buddha and half Demon, but this time, as he cultivated and visualized it, there seemed to be more Buddha than Demon.
"Ha!"
Lin Feng moved with his intent, punching out. A surge of Buddha-suppressing power blasted forth, as if to suppress all evil demons and destroy the corruption of the heavens.
This Buddha-Demon power still seemed insignificant before nature, but the rumbling sound it produced undoubtedly showcased the formidable strength of the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art's attack.
"This time, by comprehending and visualizing the Buddha-Demon power, I directly increased my Buddha-Demon power by a thousand, reaching five thousand. Now, even without using true essence, I can kill a Mysterious Martial Realm Sixth Layer cultivator."
Lin Feng muttered to himself, closing his eyes as the wind brushed against him. Every pore on his body relaxed, feeling the gentle breeze, incredibly comfortable.
"Wind!"
He shouted softly, his heart moving with the wind, and his body following suit. Lin Feng's form turned into a series of afterimages, streaking across the space. Xiao Ya, sitting behind him, saw Lin Feng appear several hundred meters away.
"Such speed!"
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Xiao Ya's eyes. Several hundred meters in an instant, drifting like the wind—it was incredibly fast.
Lin Feng stopped, a smile appearing in his eyes. With his true essence sealed, relying solely on the Buddha-Demon power was still far from enough, as he couldn't fly. If he lacked speed, what use was his attack power? Therefore, his speed on the ground had to be fast.
"Brother!"
Xiao Ya cupped her face in her hands and called out to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng turned around and smiled gently at her. "Xiao Ya, you must be tired from watching these past few days."
"No, I like watching you cultivate." Xiao Ya shook her head. "Brother, are you planning to go down the mountain?"
Lin Feng looked into her clear eyes and nodded slightly. He had been on the mountain for a while now, and naturally, he had to descend. The Snow Domain Grand Competition—he still had to participate.
"Oh, then I'll go pack." Xiao Ya stood up and trotted toward the small hut, making Lin Feng sigh. Xiao Ya still seemed a bit reluctant to leave this place. Perhaps she was still waiting for the old man to return, afraid he wouldn't be able to find her.
But Lin Feng knew very well that the old man had left him three items, clearly aware that he would leave and wouldn't stay in the deep mountains forever. If the old man came back to look for them, he wouldn't just search these mountains.
At the very least, he and Xiao Ya could leave some marks here for the old man, so that if he ever returned, he could find them more easily.
His figure flickered, and Lin Feng followed Xiao Ya. As he had expected, Xiao Ya was indeed leaving a message for the old man, right on the table where the old man had carved his words.
"Brother, where do you think I should tell Grandpa to find us?" Xiao Ya turned back, seeing Lin Feng walk in, and asked.
"Let me handle it." Lin Feng stepped forward to the table and casually carved a few large characters into the wood with his finger.
"Snow Moon Kingdom, Yangzhou City!"
Yangzhou City was his home. No matter where he went in the future, there would always be someone in Yangzhou City who knew his whereabouts. That way, if the old man found Yangzhou City, he could find him more easily.
As for aimlessly searching the continent, that would be far too difficult.
"Yangzhou City." Xiao Ya murmured softly, then gave Lin Feng a silly smile.
"Brother, I'm going to pack my things."
In truth, there wasn't much to pack in this small mountain hut. For the old man and Xiao Ya, aside from themselves, the most important thing was probably the herbs in the old man's medicine basket.
Many of those herbs were priceless, and Lin Feng didn't recognize a lot of them. He even understood that the medicines the old man had given him to take were extremely precious.
After lingering for a while, Xiao Ya finally packed up a few things and walked out of the hut, smiling at Lin Feng. "Brother, let's go down the mountain."
"Yeah, let's go down."
Lin Feng took Xiao Ya's hand, and the two of them walked slowly down the mountain path.
At a bend in the path, Xiao Ya and Lin Feng both turned back, taking a deep look at the hut.
Xiao Ya's eyes were filled with reluctance, while Lin Feng's held nostalgia. This mountain hut represented the purest memories—far from slaughter, far from worldly gains. Only the stooped, taciturn old man and the innocent, guileless girl beside him remained. During this time, his heart had been very peaceful. Perhaps in the future, it would be hard for his heart to be as serene as it was in this mountain hut.
Walking along the path, Lin Feng took out a human skin mask and pressed it onto his face. The mask fit perfectly, without any flaw, as if this was his true face. The old man was a pharmacist skilled in medicine, and his skill in making this mask was astonishingly high.
"Brother, your face has changed."
Xiao Ya giggled. Lin Feng now had a different face—a slightly sallow young man's face, as if there was something wrong with him.
"Even you can't tell, so others definitely won't be able to."
Lin Feng smiled. His aura gradually shifted, becoming different from before, as if his temperament was changing. This way, even those who knew him well wouldn't recognize him.
The Tian Feng Kingdom wanted him dead. If he rashly appeared as Lin Feng, those strong cultivators would likely not let him off easily.
After all, to kill him, Lin Feng, the Tian Feng Kingdom had dispatched dozens of Mysterious Martial Realm Sixth Layer cultivators and one powerful Mysterious Martial Realm Seventh Layer existence, showing their determination to kill him. Moreover, now that all those people had been slain by him, if he appeared again, the Tian Feng Kingdom would spare no expense to kill him.
As Lin Feng had predicted, the moment he appeared, the Grand Tutor Yong and First Envoy Nie Yun, who had shown up over the lake that day, would directly try to kill him—strike first and talk later, leaving no root of trouble.
Lin Feng had to admire the old man's thoroughness. He had deliberately left behind the human skin mask and the technique to conceal and change his aura. Without these, it would indeed be difficult for him to appear in public.
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Dragon Mountain Empire, Heavenly Dragon City. Outside the vast white royal palace, a massive crowd had gathered.
The figures standing on the high platform all had extraordinary auras, and they all possessed young faces.
These people were the most outstanding young geniuses from the Dragon Mountain Empire, the Snow Moon Kingdom, and the Tian Feng Kingdom. Today was the final day for determining the candidates for the Snow Domain Grand Competition. At this time tomorrow, they would set off for the Snow Domain Mysterious City.
The Snow Domain Mysterious City was a city of mystery, and also the oldest city in the Snow Domain, filled with countless ancient relics. Here, danger could strike at any moment, and opportunities could also come at any time.
The location for the Snow Moon Thirteen Kingdoms' grand competition every ten years was set in the Snow Domain Mysterious City, a city that did not belong to any Snow Domain nation.
The Mysterious City—no single kingdom could swallow it. Its vast territory, ancient civilization, and the powerful cultivators within all added a layer of mystery to this city.
Now, the Dragon Mountain Empire and its two vassal states were preparing to make their final selection of the best disciples, deciding who would go to the Snow Domain Mysterious City. The other three empires and their seven vassal states were likely doing the same at this very moment, ready to descend upon the Mysterious City at any time.
Around the stage, a vast crowd had gathered. Some looked up to these exceptionally talented young disciples with admiration in their eyes, while others came to watch the battles, to see if the already confirmed candidates for the Snow Domain Grand Competition would change.
Of course, there were also those with sharp fighting intent in their eyes. Originally, the candidates had been confirmed and were not supposed to change, but strangely, news had spread that some of the Dragon Mountain Empire's participants for the Snow Domain Grand Competition had broken their promise or gone missing.
Thus, the Dragon Mountain Empire issued a call. Today, here, they would make the final decision on the spots for the Snow Domain Grand Competition. Additional spots would be added—how could this not stir excitement in the crowd?