Chapter 129: Sword Stele Opportunity and the One Who Severed His Own Realm

Chapter 129: Sword Stele Opportunity and the One Who Severed His Own Realm

Stepping out of the tower, the intangible guidance emerged once more.

Following the guidance, Chen Feng soon obtained another saintly herb, which he immediately stored in the Creation Space.

Not long after, he acquired a crystalline fragment brimming with dense starlight, roughly the size of a fingernail yet weighing at least several thousand kilograms. Had he not broken through to the eighth layer of the Huntian Sword Body, lifting it would have been impossible.

Within it lay an indescribably immense stellar power, which Chen Feng intended to use for cultivating the Great Zhou Heaven Star Aperture Refining Technique.

Even though his cultivation had advanced to the Meridian Forging Realm, his acupoints could still be further refined and strengthened.

His internal energy would also grow alongside it.

Unbeknownst to Chen Feng, this fragment was the core of a shattered star—a treasure of unimaginable value.

Were it to be revealed, even Saint Realm experts would covet it fiercely.

Now, Chen Feng arrived at another location guided by that intangible pull.

Before him stood a towering silver stele, roughly 10 meters tall, resembling a colossal sword thrust into the earth, its tip aimed at the heavens. An overwhelming sword pressure radiated from it, enveloping a radius of 1,000 meters.

"The aura of Sword Dao..."

Delight flickered in Chen Feng's eyes.

As he stepped within the 1,000-meter range, the sword pressure bore down on him, as if intent on crushing him into the ground.

Yet Chen Feng pressed forward, step by step, drawing closer to the 10-meter-tall sword-shaped stele.

The nearer he got, the greater the pressure became—so immense it felt like a mountain of swords was bearing down on him.

Without comprehension of Sword Dao, one wouldn't last more than a few steps.

But Chen Feng had already attained the Third Realm of Sword Dao: Sword Energy Manifestation.

Before long, he entered the 100-meter radius, where the sword pressure surged severalfold, becoming so terrifying it made his body tremble and nearly suffocated him.

Though the intangible guidance had led him to this opportunity...

Opportunities were not granted freely—they demanded trials.

Even though Chen Feng shared blood ties with the Heavenly Emperor, benefits weren't handed to him without effort.

Ten meters!

The sword pressure skyrocketed once more.

Nearly immobilized, Chen Feng sat down directly, fixing his gaze on the sword stele to meditate.

The Divine Talisman Of Creation pulsed, and the Dao character shimmered with light. Instantly, Chen Feng entered a profound and mysterious state, deepening his grasp of the Third Realm of Sword Dao, which he had only just begun to master.

"At twenty years of age, with a Mortal Body, yet comprehending the Third Realm of Sword Dao... Even in my youth, I was no better. To think this descendant of mine possesses such extraordinary talent in the Sword Dao..."

The unseen observer watched Chen Feng with quiet astonishment.

After all, the observer himself had once possessed a Supreme-Grade Divine Trait.

At that moment, a figure came sprinting at breakneck speed.

From the outside, the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field's Small World appeared no larger than a few dozen kilometers, but its interior spanned thousands of kilometers. Without the ability to fly, even a Peak Qi Sea Realm martial artist specializing in speed would need a day or two to traverse it.

Though several thousand had entered this small world, only true geniuses were granted the privilege.

With so many people entering this vast territory and scattering in all directions to seek their own opportunities, the chances of running into each other were genuinely slim.

"That is..."

A figure rushing from afar spotted the silver sword stele in the distance and froze for a moment. Sensing the overwhelming sword pressure emanating from it, his face lit up with joy.

"The aura of sword Dao..."

"Hahahaha! Who would have thought that after severing two realms to enter this place, I, Zhao Rui, would stumble upon such an opportunity..."

The young man clad in black, with a black sword strapped to his back, was stunned at first, then ecstatic.

Being chosen to sever two realms was not exactly voluntary.

But they were the most suitable candidates.

Tianyuan Sacred Land was immensely powerful, and among those under thirty, there were far more than just ten in the Condensing Truth Realm—some had even reached the Return to Origin Realm. However, those were either monstrous geniuses with God-Grade Divine Traits or peerless prodigies with top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Traits.

Naturally, Tianyuan Sacred Land would never force such talents to sever their realms.

As for those with lower cultivation, they were unsuitable as well.

Thus, these ten individuals—bearing Saint-Grade Divine Traits ranging from ordinary to top-tier—were selected. Willing or not, they had no choice.

The closer Zhao Rui got, the more clearly he could feel the profound and boundless sword pressure radiating from the sword stele, fueling his excitement.

"My sword Dao realm broke through to the second stage a year ago, but there hasn't been any progress since. Perhaps this opportunity will not only deepen my comprehension but even allow me to break through to the third stage in one go..."

Thinking this, Zhao Rui suddenly felt that being chosen to sever two realms might not be so unacceptable after all.

Even if he failed his mission, as long as his sword Dao realm advanced to the third stage, he could rebuild his cultivation. By then, his potential, foundation, and strength would surpass his previous state.

"Someone..."

As his excitement gradually subsided, Zhao Rui noticed a seated figure rise and step forward, approaching the sword stele.

"That... Sky Cloud Robe... that stature and sword..."

"Chen Feng!"

"It's actually Chen Feng!"

In an instant, the excitement he had just suppressed erupted again, fiercer than before.

"Double fortune... double fortune indeed! It seems fate has decreed that I, Zhao Rui, shall claim this opportunity!"

After all, Elder Meng Feng had made it clear—killing Chen Feng would earn him significant rewards upon returning.

In that moment, an overwhelming killing intent surged in Zhao Rui's heart. His eyes sharpened as if they could pierce through anything, and his sword pressure unconsciously radiated from his body.

He took a step forward!

But the moment he entered the sword stele's 1000-meter range, the crushing sword pressure abruptly intensified, forcing him to halt. His expression twisted in shock.

His comprehension and mastery of sword Dao were far inferior to Chen Feng's, so his endurance was naturally weaker.

"Such terrifying sword pressure..."

Instead of fear, Zhao Rui felt exhilaration.

This only meant the sword Dao opportunity here was even more extraordinary.

Pushing against the pressure, Zhao Rui pressed forward, closing in on Chen Feng. His priority was to kill Chen Feng first—then, he could calmly meditate on the sword stele's mysteries and elevate his sword Dao realm.

As for the other opportunities within the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field, he could afford to abandon them.

Sometimes, breadth was inferior to depth.

But when he reached within 100 meters, a sudden surge of sword pressure struck him like a tidal wave. Staggering uncontrollably, he not only failed to advance but was forced back two steps.

In the next instant, Chen Feng approached the 10-meter-tall sword stele.

The sword stele trembled faintly, emitting a melodious and ancient sword resonance. Immediately, a layer of dazzling and razor-sharp silver radiance spread out, as if a heavenly sword could pierce the firmament and split the earth.

An overwhelming sword pressure erupted, like a bursting mountain flood or a cascading celestial river, pressing down until the void itself seemed to collapse.

Zhao Rui shuddered uncontrollably, his face twisting in shock. Vaguely, he saw a silver sword light slashing through heaven and earth, charging toward him. A soul-deep sensation of being cleaved apart seized him, sending chills down his spine. He hastily retreated.

In the next moment, the boundless silver radiance contracted inward.

When all the light finally dissipated, only a silver character for "sword" remained suspended before Chen Feng. Silver light flowed gently across its surface, as if containing endless mysteries of the sword Dao.

From a distance, Zhao Rui merely glanced at it and felt countless sword Dao mysteries surging within him. His own sword Dao realm seemed to loosen, as if on the verge of breakthrough and elevation.

But before he could savor it further, the silver "sword" character transformed into a silver radiance and vanished into Chen Feng's forehead.

"Chen Feng, return the sword Dao opportunity to me..."