Chapter 999: Heavenly Terrace
Lin Feng's palm suddenly raised, a sealing demon force bursting forth as he pressed forward, instantly extinguishing the killing intent at his fingertips.
However, the woman's body pressed close to Lin Feng, rolling with icy coldness. Lin Feng seemed to sense a terrifying aura of slaughter.
"Wait!" Lin Feng extended his hand to stop her. The woman halted, staring coldly at Lin Feng. "No wonder you were humiliated by the Yang Clan. So you're this kind of scum."
"Can you hear me out first?" Lin Feng said. By now, he realized he had made a mistake, yet he still found it hard to believe. The resemblance was too strong—this was simply the same person, the same face, completely identical. That beautiful face had not a single difference, even the eyes were so alike. Only the gaze and temperament were utterly distinct, and it was this temperament that told Lin Feng he had been mistaken.
"Explain?" The woman sneered. "What explanation could you possibly have?"
"Yes, your face is exactly the same as my wife's!" Lin Feng said. It turned out this woman looked exactly like Xinye. If not for the difference in gaze and temperament, it would be nearly impossible to tell them apart. It was precisely this reason that had given Lin Feng the illusion just now that Xinye had appeared before him.
"Can't you come up with a fresher excuse?" The woman seemed not to believe Lin Feng's words, her voice still icy.
"You can ask my companion." Lin Feng pointed at Qiongqi.
At this moment, Qiongqi was also staring at the woman, his massive eyes flickering with uncertainty and confusion. "It really is exactly the same. This is simply the same person!"
"Do you think I'd believe that?" The woman's voice carried a hint of disdain, still not trusting Lin Feng.
"I can prove it to you." Lin Feng shouted loudly. The woman seemed to calm down a bit, looking at Lin Feng's earnest expression, and said coldly, "How will you prove it?"
"Conceal your aura, and I'll prove it right now." Lin Feng said. The woman sneered but still complied, hiding her aura.
Then, Lin Feng waved his hand. From the Snow Demon Tower, the Great Roc's figure appeared on the Void Ship.
The Great Roc glanced at Lin Feng, then looked at Duan Xinye, his expression freezing with some confusion. Clearly, he had also mistaken her, wondering how Duan Xinye could be here.
"Miss, how did you come to the Eight Wastelands Realm?" The Great Roc murmured. Lin Feng looked at the Great Roc and said, "She's not Xinye. I've wronged you during this time. I originally promised not to keep you in the Snow Demon Tower, but sometimes circumstances leave me no choice."
With that, Lin Feng turned his gaze back to the woman and said, "Now you should believe me, right?"
The woman's gaze flickered, her expression still somewhat stiff. She hadn't expected Lin Feng's words to be true. The Great Roc, unaware of what had just happened, had also mistaken her.
"But you still took liberties with me." The woman stared coldly at Lin Feng.
"Why don't you marry him too? He'll take responsibility." Qiongqi seemed to relish stirring up trouble, muttering under his breath, causing Lin Feng's expression to stiffen. He shot Qiongqi a fierce glare. "Shut up!"
This bastard wasn't making things chaotic enough. This woman's cultivation was extremely formidable; if it came to a fight, he might not even be a match.
"Kid, this woman is good. Trust me, and she happens to look exactly like your wife. Why not take her in as well? Back in the day, when I, the Emperor, roamed the world, I had many women too." Qiongqi transmitted his voice to Lin Feng, earning him another fierce glare.
"I didn't do it on purpose. If you have any demands, I can compensate you." Lin Feng said to the woman.
The woman looked at Lin Feng's expression, was silent for a moment, and then unexpectedly let out a chuckle, her smile enchanting and captivating.
"Alright, I've already forgotten what happened. You haven't told me your name yet." The woman seemed to deliberately change the subject, asking.
"Lin Feng. And you?" Lin Feng was naturally happy to go along, putting the Great Roc away.
"Qiu Yuexin." The woman sat down, a faint smile on her lips, as if she had changed into a completely different person from the icy one earlier.
Lin Feng sat beside Qiu Yuexin, staring at that beautiful smiling face. He still couldn't see them as two different people—they were completely identical, beyond the word "resemblance."
It was just that Duan Xinye had a pure and kind beauty, while Qiu Yuexin carried a hint of enchanting charm. One face, two temperaments.
"Does your wife really look so much like me?" Qiu Yuexin asked with a smile, seeing Lin Feng staring at her.
"It's more than just resemblance. Apart from the temperament, their appearance is completely identical."
"Then would you have improper intentions toward me?" Qiu Yuexin smiled lightly at Lin Feng, leaving him momentarily stunned. There was indeed a bit of that—he couldn't help but want to embrace or gently touch her. But he restrained this impulse, knowing it was his feelings for Xinye, not for Qiu Yuexin.
"If I were in danger, would you help me?" Qiu Yuexin continued to smile, asking the stunned Lin Feng. With Xinye's pure and soft face yet a seductive smile, every move exuded a hint of charm. In terms of allure to men, Qiu Yuexin clearly surpassed Xinye.
"Perhaps I would." Lin Feng sighed, his gaze looking into the distance. He wondered how Xinye and his parents were doing back in Snow Moon.
Lin Feng also wanted to keep Xinye by his side, but the outside world was too vast. Without a powerful background, if he wanted to carve out his own path, he would inevitably face countless trials and life-and-death crises, making it unsuitable to bring Xinye along.
The Void Ship sped through the void. Three days later, they arrived at Heavenly Terrace, where experts gathered like clouds.
In the Northern Wasteland of the Eight Wastelands Realm, all those who considered themselves talented had gathered here for one thing: the first batch of Martial Emperor's Disciples being recruited by the Stone Emperor and the Yu Emperor.
Besides those hoping to become Martial Emperor's Disciples, countless others came to witness this grand ceremony. Of course, many forces also sent representatives to offer congratulations and express their goodwill.
Heavenly Terrace was not a city but a place within the largest city of the Northern Wasteland, Heavenly Realm City. This place symbolized status and identity, said to be the residence of the Stone Emperor and the Yu Emperor.
Legend had it that Heavenly Terrace was eighteen thousand zhang high, with eighteen thousand steps, level with the heavens. Only by stepping onto these eighteen thousand steps could one truly set foot on Heavenly Terrace—ascending the Heavenly Staircase, entering Heavenly Terrace, and becoming a Martial Emperor's Disciple!
In Heavenly Realm City, experts from the Eight Wastelands had now gathered. This largest city in the Northern Wasteland was livelier than ever before.
At this moment, a Void Ship streaked across the sky of Heavenly Realm City, flying continuously until it reached the area of Heavenly Terrace, where it stopped and slowly descended to the ground.
"This is the power of an Emperor!" Qiu Yuexin gazed at the Heavenly Terrace before her, deeply shaken. This was her first time seeing the real Heavenly Terrace. After the news of the Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor recruiting their first batch of Martial Emperor's Disciples spread, the Heavenly Terrace, located in the void realm, had appeared in the world for the first time, at the center of Heavenly Realm City.
Lin Feng put away the Void Ship. Like Qiu Yuexin, he stared blankly at everything before him, his heart surging with waves of emotion, blood boiling with shock.
"Heavenly Terrace, eighteen thousand zhang, eighteen thousand steps. Ascend the Heavenly Staircase to enter Heavenly Terrace!"
His eyes fixed on the steps before him, which seemed like an ancient void path, exuding a hazy, illusory aura.
This void path was ten thousand meters wide, enough to accommodate ten thousand people climbing simultaneously. The steps were smooth and even, stretching endlessly into the deep void. No one knew what lay in that void; they could only see the eighteen-thousand-zhang Heavenly Staircase, its end seeming both real and illusory, ethereal and unfathomable.
"Yan Di, what kind of divine ability does an Emperor possess to lay down this eighteen-thousand-zhang Heavenly Staircase?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi beside him.
But Qiongqi raised his head, staring at the staircase, standing silently for a long time without immediately responding to Lin Feng.
The once all-powerful Yan Di now stood here, looking up at the Heavenly Staircase laid down by an Emperor. This sense of desolation was something others could not understand.
"Focus on your cultivation. When the time comes, I'll naturally tell you. Don't reach for what's beyond your grasp!" After a long silence, Qiongqi finally replied to Lin Feng, leaving him speechless!