Mystic True Sacred Clan, Emperor Palace:
Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and watched the growth of the child Kun Yun.
Suddenly:
His heart went cold as an aura of danger spread from the depths of his soul.
"Pursuit of Death!"
Zhao Feng hiccupped. This feeling of danger wasn't something that normal Death Guards or Death Spirit Lords could give him.
In the depths of his soul:
The aura of the Eye of Death gave off a faint ripple that resonated with a distant place.
Zhao Feng's expression changed as he guessed something.
Up until now.
The four Death Spirit Lords and the thirty-six Death Guards hadn't completed their mission.
The disciple of the Emperor of Death had almost died in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
Under this situation, the Emperor of Death might personally take action.
"I might not even be able to beat the disciple of the Emperor of Death in a one-on-one fight, let alone the ancient Emperor of Death."
Zhao Feng took a deep breath.
In the Demigod Forgotten Garden, he teamed up with Nan Gongsheng and used the Eye of Heaven, but they still weren't able to kill Wen Luoan.
Wen Luoan's strength was still restricted in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
Even then.
If Zhao Feng had fought him one-on-one back then, he might have lost.
The bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races was ranked one hundred, and its battle-power was extraordinary.
"The most important thing right now is to increase my strength and weaken the Intent of the Eyes of Death."
Zhao Feng had a rough idea in his heart.
As long as Emperor Duanmu was still here, the Emperor of Death wouldn't be able to threaten Zhao Feng.
After all.
This was the territory of the True Martial Sacred Land, and the Emperor of Death was an outsider.
Furthermore, Emperors weren't truly unrivalled existences in the Spiritual Sacred Land.
Hu ~ ~
Zhao Feng closed his eyes and circulated the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique, and the contents of the Dark Eye Secret Technique appeared in his mind.
Among them:
Zhao Feng was extremely satisfied with the effects of the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique. It allowed his Dao of the Soul to reach a higher level.
This technique didn't just help him break through to the Void God Realm; it also helped Zhao Feng dissolve the Intent of the Eyes of Death.
Soul-Dimension:
Zhao Feng's mental energy intent turned into almost a hundred tentacles that drilled into the depths of his soul and started to grind away the Intent of the Eyes of Death.
This Intent wasn't just Emperor-level; it also came from the Eye of Death.
The Emperor of Death was proficient in the Dao of Soul and the Dao of Death.
Even Emperor Duanmu didn't dare to attack the aura he left behind in fear of accidentally injuring Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng could only rely on himself to slowly whittle away the Intent of the Eye of Death.
Zhao Feng of Soul.
The Intent left behind by the Eye of Death was like a dark mark of the Eye of Death. It was in the shape of a shadow, similar to Zhao Feng's Eye of Heaven.
Feng of Dao energy Chen. Of Chen. Intent. of Feng of Feng of Again
Of Chen of. of Of Feng of God.
Heaven. Chen Soul Heaven. of of of of Feng of of of Heaven. of Realm of God of Realm of Heaven..
. The Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique allowed Zhao Feng's Dao of the Soul to reach a whole new level.
He condensed his mental energy into the shape of a blade and used it with the power of his Eye Flame to slowly whittle away that intent.
During this process, Zhao Feng's eye-bloodline power was quickly expended.
He would then sit down to recover after using it.
After recovering, Zhao Feng continued to grind away at the Intent.
He did this over and over again.
Zhao Feng's mastery of the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique increased day by day.
Several days later:
"Unfortunately, the level of this Intent of Death is too high, and it's being used up too slowly. Maybe when my soul reaches the level of a King, my God's Eye will change and I'll be able to speed it up. "
Zhao Feng let out a deep sigh.
At this moment:
Within the dimension of Zhao Feng's left eye, the lake of eye-bloodline power had reached a radius of a hundred yards.
A wave of tiredness spread from the God's Eye to his entire body.
Zhao Feng tried to fight against this wave of tiredness.
According to past experience, once Zhao Feng couldn't fight against tiredness, he would enter a deep sleep and the God's Spiritual Eye would evolve.
He needed to wait for his master and Yufei to return before entering a deep sleep.
Zhao Feng didn't circulate the Ten Thousand Divine Thoughts Technique.
He found that cultivating this technique would speed up the evolution of the God's Spiritual Eye.
Days passed by one after another.
After the child Kun Yun reached the True Lord Rank, its cultivation was still increasing.
Every few days, the golden-skinned child would find Zhao Feng and ask for some treasures.
Luckily, Zhao Feng had a lot of resources.
Otherwise, he would be under a lot of pressure if he had to provide resources for three people.
Zhao Feng, the little thieving cat, and the child Kun Yun all needed a large amount of resources.
Of these, the little thieving cat ate the most treasures and resources.
Luckily, the cat had gone through thick and thin with Zhao Feng and never disappointed him.
On this day.
The child Kun Yun's cultivation was close to the Origin Core Realm, and it asked for some resources from Zhao Feng.
Hmm?
Zhao Feng suddenly sensed something.
Following this, a magnificent force descended upon Martial Emperor Duanmu's residence.
Shua!
Zhao Feng waved his hand and let the child Kun Yun enter the palace.
"Emperor rank! This aura is close to the Mystic Light Realm …! "
The child Kun Yun murmured as he concealed his aura and became obedient.
At the current stage.
Only Zhao Feng and the little thieving cat knew about Kun Yun's Blood Rebirth.
If the world knew about the revival of a Demigod, it would cause an uproar.
At that time, the child Kun Yun might even face destruction.
"Master."
Zhao Feng strode out of the secret hall and into the courtyard of the estate.
Right at this moment:
A stalwart man with hair as white as snow was surrounded by a green lotus light, appearing otherworldly and otherworldly.
When the ancient Martial Monarch arrived at the Sacred Mountain, many experts in the sect sensed it, causing their hearts to sink.
"Big Brother Zhao Feng!"
Beside Duanmu Qing, there was a young lady in a purple dress who was as elegant as a celestial being.
The girl in purple was extremely beautiful. Her skin was as white as jade and glittered. It was as if she wasn't made of flesh and blood, but a perfect piece of jade.
"Yufei!"
Zhao Feng revealed a joyful expression. Even the tiredness in his heart was dispelled.
He couldn't help but smile.
He thought back to when he used the mermaid tears in the Mermaid Country.
When he was young.
She was a slender and elegant beauty. She was like a girl next door. Her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with determination.
It was the purple-robed figure who had been silently paying attention to him and chasing after him.
After a long time apart.
Those hazy eyes that were crying tears of joy, the warm and soft hug, the familiar fragrance, it was so clear.
In front of him, this celestial-like girl in purple was no longer immature and came from the source of his memories.
The two looked at each other.
The hazy mist in Zhao Yufei's clear eyes was unable to conceal her bright happiness and faint feelings of embarrassment.
Especially.
The man in her heart looked at her with a different calmness. It seemed to be similar to the love and passion other men had for her, but there were no distracting thoughts.
When their eyes met, the two understood a lot.
At this moment, a look was better than a thousand words.
Especially when it came to love, Zhao Feng was as dull and passive as he had been for a thousand years.
The corners of Zhao Yufei's eyes turned red. While she was happy, she also wanted to cry.
Zhao Feng's vision blurred as he felt a soft and beautiful body leap into his embrace. Her tears moistened his cheeks.
The familiar fragrance was like the warmth of the girl next door.
That kind of beautiful feeling was like the sadness and sorrow in the mermaid's tears, washing away the beautiful and sweet love.
Zhao Feng's heart became clear and the mermaid tear's effect merged with his own life experience.
"Yufei!"
Zhao Feng, who rarely took the initiative, hugged Zhao Yufei tightly.
He didn't know how to speak or how to describe it. He just instinctively hugged the girl in front of him.
From his understanding of the mermaid's tears to his desire to see it this time.
Zhao Feng understood everything about emotions, including the hazy and immature feelings of his youth.
Until.
Emperor Duanmu coughed. The two seemed to wake up from a dream and their faces blushed.
A while later.
The three sat down in a hall.
Zhao Feng sized up Zhao Yufei and was shocked.
Zhao Yufei had an aura similar to Meng Xi, Wen Luoan, and Jiang Fan.
It was the bloodline aura of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
Not only that.
The pressure from Zhao Yufei's aura was even greater than Wen Luoan's.
What was even more incredible was that.
Zhao Yufei's cultivation was at the Great Origin Core Realm, but her True Yuan wasn't any weaker than a King.
"Brother Zhao Feng, my bloodline has truly awakened. With Brother Duanmu's help, I've successfully inherited the Purple Saint Ruins and refined it into my own Little Heaven and Earth. "
Zhao Yufei's pretty face was brimming with joy, and she looked somewhat pleased with herself.
Little Heaven and Earth?
Zhao Feng was slightly surprised. Zhao Yufei didn't have the cultivation of a King, so how could she have her own Little Heaven and Earth?
"Zhao Feng, we meet again."
A familiar voice sounded from Zhao Yufei.
Weng ~ ~
A hazy purple light covered the entire room.
In the next instant.
Zhao Feng and company entered a familiar space.
"The aura of the Purple Saint Ruins, but it's dozens of times stronger."
Zhao Feng was in a mysterious canyon and next to him was the Towering Tree Yao.
The space in front of him was the Purple Saint Ruins.
The difference was.
This Little Heaven and Earth was only ten miles wide, but it was a few hundred times smaller than before.
Zhao Feng finally understood why Duanmu Qing had been gone for so long.
Being the Emperor of a Sacred Land, Duanmu Qing could use the Teleportation Array and arrive at the Tianlu Islands in a short while.
After Duanmu Qing arrived at the Tianlu Islands, he punished the three sects.
The Kings of the three sects all admitted their wrongs.
After that.
Duanmu Qing helped Zhao Yufei refine the Purple Saint Ruins and merged the Purple Saint Partial Spirit into her Little Heaven and Earth.
And now.
The Purple Saint Partial Spirit had become a part of Zhao Yufei's Little Heaven and Earth.
Otherwise, Zhao Yufei wouldn't have her own Little Heaven and Earth.
This way.
Not only did Zhao Yufei inherit the Purple Saint Inheritance, she also preserved the Purple Saint Partial Spirit.
For this, Emperor Duanmu had paid a heavy price and hadn't returned for several months.
Shua!
Duanmu Qing and company returned to the palace.
"Yufei, these are mermaid tears and Illusion God Wine."
Zhao Feng had a tired expression on his face as he reluctantly handed the two treasures to Zhao Yufei.
Illusion God Wine?
Zhao Yufei still didn't know the value of these two items.
Emperor Duanmu was shocked, "You actually obtained the Illusion God Wine? These two items are perfect for Yufei. After all, she has the bloodline of the Spiritual Race and her True Yuan cultivation surpasses mental energy. "
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