# Chapter 784: What Does It Matter If Clothes Are Stained With Blood
"What terrifying power." Tang Youyou looked at her own hands, feeling somewhat dreamlike. She knew that the heaven-reaching palm force in her mind was immensely powerful and boundless, capable of changing the color of the sky when pressed down, lawless and unrivaled. Yet, after many days of comprehension, she had only been practicing the surface level, unable to unleash its terrifying might.
But just now, pressured by the opponent's powerful palm force, it was as if a flash of inspiration had appeared in her mind. That palm shadow manifested within her thoughts, unleashing shocking power—something she herself had not anticipated.
"Is this what they call sudden enlightenment?" she murmured softly. It was said that many powerful cultivators could occasionally experience a day of sudden insight, as if receiving an epiphany, achieving great awakening and transformation. Although she could not be considered to have achieved great awakening, that momentary flash of inspiration allowed her to grasp a fraction of that lawless, unrivaled palm power. It was still an exciting development. With this terrifying palm force and the Carefree Step Art, she could now defeat even those at the Ninth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm.
The man she had just struck had his bones shattered by her single palm, while the other had abandoned his friend and fled. This showed the deterrent power of that palm strike. With the Carefree Step Art combined with such fearsome palm force, the opponent knew there was no hope of victory.
In the blink of an eye, several more hours passed. Tang Youyou continued to refine the Carefree Step Art while also deepening her comprehension of that terrifying palm power in her mind. As expected, she felt tremendous progress.
Lin Feng finally finished completely memorizing the eighty-one patterns on the stone wall into his mind. His eyes regained a trace of clarity as he looked at the stone wall, reluctant to leave. Eighty-one patterns represented eighty-one different levels of sword dao power, each stronger and more domineering than the last. He could currently only comprehend a very small portion of them. If he could cultivate here for a period of time, he would surely progress rapidly. But time was not on his side, so he could only memorize them. This vast spatial world still held countless secrets waiting for him to explore.
After memorizing them, Lin Feng bowed slightly toward the skeleton on the ground. Though he did not know who this person was in life, having received the eighty-one patterns, he owed this person the grace of instruction.
Raising his head, he looked at the stone wall, his eyes flickering with a hint of hesitation, as if unable to make a decision.
"If you want this senior to find peace, these stone wall patterns must be destroyed." Tang Youyou's voice came from behind him. Women were perceptive, and with her understanding of Lin Feng, she easily guessed what he was hesitating about.
"The sword dao depicted in these stone wall patterns is unfathomably profound. If I destroy them directly, and later generations come here, they will never have the chance to see this stone wall sword dao. Wouldn't that be too much?" Lin Feng murmured. He could not bear to destroy this sword dao stone wall.
"This stone wall was forged from the blood and effort of that senior. Now that you have received the inheritance, you have fulfilled one of his wishes. There should be no regrets. Let him be buried beneath his own life's work—he will surely find peace. If you don't do this, his remains may never rest undisturbed."
Tang Youyou advised him. Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then a terrifying sword dao will erupted from his body.
"Go." Lin Feng shouted softly. Instantly, ten thousand swords shot out simultaneously. Rumbling sounds echoed as the stone wall was destroyed, collapsing wildly. The entire room was also caving in. The building, which had already been breached with a huge hole, was now on the verge of complete destruction.
Lin Feng and Tang Youyou's figures soared into the air. As the rumbling sounds came from below, the entire room completely collapsed and fell, no longer carrying that terrifying sword dao aura.
That skeleton, which had not yet decayed, would be forever buried beneath. This pile of ruins should not attract the attention of later generations.
"We've delayed several days here. The advantage we gained by teleporting through the Space-Time Sacrificial Platform is gone. I wonder how Moxi and Feiyang are doing now." Lin Feng sighed, then looked into the distance and murmured to himself.
"Let's continue heading north now. We'll run into them sooner or later." Tang Youyou replied. Lin Feng nodded, and the two figures streaked across the void, heading north.
At this moment, in a region far to the north of Lin Feng and Tang Youyou, vast stretches of magnificent palace cave dwellings stood in rows. Every cave dwelling and palace was in ruins, exuding an extremely ancient aura. Yet within that ancientness, there seemed to be a hint of old mysterious energy, inviting exploration.
In the middle area of this continuous palace cave dwelling region lay a patch of ruins, extremely dilapidated and broken, covered in rolling dust. It seemed to have experienced a great battle. Many weapons were scattered on the ground, all very ancient, but none were particularly powerful. They were likely left behind by powerful cultivators who had died while entering this secret realm. The bones of those who died might have already turned to dust.
However, on this ancient, broken land, traces of fresh blood now flowed across the ground. The crimson blood still radiated vitality. In several places among the ruins lay several bodies still carrying warmth, lying motionless, killed by someone.
Around the bodies, many young cultivators had gathered, all assembled here, forming a ring around a certain area.
It was the entrance to a ruined cave dwelling, completely covered in dust. Thick layers of dust surrounded it, as if no one had set foot there for a thousand years. Yet at the entrance of the cave dwelling were several clear footprints, as if someone had recently discovered this thousand-year-old ruined dwelling and entered it.
On the cliff wall connected to the cave dwelling stood two figures. Both were very young, their robes fluttering, bearing an extraordinary air, appearing extremely free and unrestrained.
The one on the left was handsome and elegant, exuding a vast righteous qi, noble yet with a hint of humility. His fluttering robe was stained with a trace of blood. The robe was golden, shimmering with dazzling luster, emanating a terrifying aura. This young man was none other than Jun Moxi, Crown Prince of the Dragon Mountain Empire.
The one on the right was thin, also extremely young and handsome, with a hint of demonic beauty. In his hand, he held an ancient bell. As the wind passed, the bell swayed with a sound, carrying a majestic momentum. This person was naturally the Crown Prince of the Moyue Kingdom, also known as Yun Feiyang.
The two stood before the stone wall of the cave dwelling, facing the crowd. Though their robes were stained with blood, they did not retreat half a step.
It turned out that after separating from Lin Feng and Tang Youyou, they had continued to advance quickly. They were the two at the very front. When they arrived here, Yun Feiyang suddenly felt a resonance, giving birth to a wondrous sensation. It seemed that something in the ruined cave dwelling was calling to him.
The two brushed aside the dust and entered the ruined cave dwelling. They truly found something. What called to Yun Feiyang was an artifact—an ancient bell that could condense the grand momentum of heaven and earth, forming a power of momentum.
The power of momentum was extremely mysterious, born from the evolution of heaven and earth's power. Grand momentum could borrow the power of heaven and earth for one's own use, or even shatter heaven and earth.
What Yun Feiyang cultivated and comprehended was the power of momentum. That ancient bell seemed to have been born for him.
Even more shocking was that this ruined cave dwelling was actually a blessed land. Inside were the skeletal remains of several seniors. The two explored for over an entire day and discovered several more powerful treasures, such as the golden robe Jun Moxi was wearing.
Additionally, the two received the inheritance of the cave dwelling's master, learning extremely powerful divine abilities.
After cultivating in the ruined cave dwelling for a period, they came out, only to be discovered by other powerful cultivators who learned they had obtained heavy treasures. More and more people gathered, leading to the current situation.
"Leave the ancient bell and the robe behind, and take off your storage rings, and we'll let you two leave alive." Someone shouted, his voice cold and indifferent, carrying a hint of threat.
Jun Moxi and Yun Feiyang exchanged glances, then smiled at each other.
"Are you willing to leave?" Jun Moxi asked Yun Feiyang.
"If I were willing to leave, I wouldn't be playing with them here. Since we have received the grace of inheritance from the ancients, we should remember the source. At the very least, we should bury this cave dwelling, let the ancients rest in peace, and not let anyone disturb them again." Yun Feiyang smiled freely.
"Exactly so." Jun Moxi was filled with righteousness. The two smiled again, as if connected in spirit. They turned back to face the crowd and spoke simultaneously: "If you want to fight, what does it matter if our clothes are stained with blood!"
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