Chapter 131: The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field Feels Like Home—A Brutal Beating

Chapter 131: The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field Feels Like Home—A Brutal Beating

Sword light flickered.

The resonance of the blade was long and clear.

Chen Feng twirled his sword with a flourish before sheathing it.

He could feel his Invincible Heart growing even more refined.

"Devour!"

The Saint-Grade Divine Trait power of Zhao Rui, who had died with wide eyes full of shock and disbelief, was instantly devoured by Chen Feng.

Originally at the Condensing Truth Realm and a peerless genius in his own right, Zhao Rui had developed his divine trait to an astonishing level.

The moment Chen Feng devoured it, he sensed that this power was at least twice as potent as what he had absorbed from Yang Lin’s Return to Origin Realm guard back in Lingshan City.

Most of it was promptly 'consumed' by the Divine Talisman Of Creation.

Only a small portion merged into his own body.

It manifested as a black lightning bolt, thick with the aura of death, which instantly coursed through his entire being.

Chen Feng shuddered involuntarily as his body was refined and strengthened once more. His internal energy also surged, now infused with the destructive force of death and lightning.

Unfortunately, it was still relatively weak.

Had it been stronger, this divine trait would have surpassed the Saint-Grade.

He stripped the Void Ring from Zhao Rui’s stiff fingers and picked up the fallen sword.

"Top-Grade Spirit Weapon!"

A faint smile crossed Chen Feng’s lips.

The Flowing Cup Sword gifted to him by his master was only an Intermediate-Grade Spirit Weapon—originally sufficient until he reached the Qi Sea Realm. But now, it could barely keep up.

After all, the foundation he had built was far stronger than anticipated, and his sword Dao had advanced to the fourth realm.

Zhao Rui’s sword, a Top-Grade Spirit Weapon, surpassed the Flowing Cup Sword in both durability and sharpness. Had Chen Feng not reinforced it with his powerful internal energy, condensing sword energy into sword aura to envelop and protect the blade, it might have shattered under the opponent’s strikes.

This black longsword would serve as a perfect replacement.

"Thank you for accompanying me."

Chen Feng held the Flowing Cup Sword horizontally before his eyes, running his fingers along the gleaming blade like a sword itself. A cold light, smooth as autumn water, reflected the softness in his gaze.

His fingers brushed the tip of the sword before he sighed lightly and stored it within the Creation Space.

This sword… would be kept.

It had once been his master’s personal weapon, gifted to him as his own. Now, it could no longer bear the weight of his power. To prevent its destruction, it had to 'retire'—a well-deserved end to its service.

"One day, when I have a disciple of my own, I will pass this sword on…"

The thought arose unbidden, and Chen Feng’s eyes brightened as if he had grasped something profound.

It was a moment of sudden enlightenment.

Inheritance.

His heart stirred, sensing a gain, though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Yet Chen Feng didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he laughed freely.

Sometimes, such stirrings of the heart didn’t need to yield tangible rewards. If anything, what he gained was a newfound clarity of mind.

For ordinary people, this would bring joy.

For martial cultivators, it cleared the spirit, leaving an imperceptible mark that solidified one’s foundation—laying unseen benefits for future enlightenment.

Like a seed planted unknowingly, destined to sprout one day and grow into a towering tree.

"Since this sword was obtained by slaying a member of the Tianyuan Sacred Land, it shall slay many more in the future. Thus, it shall be named the Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword..."

Muttering to himself, Chen Feng sank his consciousness into his sea of awareness. There, a mystically profound black crescent moon hung high, radiating layers of Dao charm and divine majesty, while two characters orbited it like stars.

The character 'Dao' pulsed with profound mysteries, shimmering with ever-shifting rainbow light.

The character 'Sword' exuded astonishing sharpness and edge, embodying the supreme secrets of sword Dao, its silver radiance piercing and peerless.

Chen Feng knew both characters were extraordinary, offering him immense benefits.

"Truly a great opportunity..."

He couldn't help but marvel aloud. Reflecting on his time since entering the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field's Small World—less than a day—he had encountered one astonishing opportunity after another.

"It's almost like coming home, taking whatever I please..."

His musings did not escape the notice of a certain supreme existence.

"This descendant of mine..." The towering figure's lips twitched involuntarily before curling into a mocking smile. "If it feels like home, then this Emperor ought to welcome him more warmly..."

"Ah—!"

Chen Feng shuddered uncontrollably, as if standing naked in the far north, lashed by icy winds. A chilling sensation gripped him, forcing a sharp inhale, followed by a sneeze.

Unbelievable!

With qi and blood resembling a dragon and a physique of unparalleled might, he shouldn't feel the slightest chill even in a frozen cellar. Yet here he was, performing the mundane act of sneezing—a talent reserved for ordinary folk.

Instantly, Chen Feng grew wary.

An uninvited sneeze was like an ill-intentioned guest—either harboring malice or thievery. Best to stay on guard.

The unseen guidance had not vanished, so Chen Feng followed its direction once more.

Taking things from home? Nothing to be ashamed of.

Had he known the Heavenly Emperor who left this Dao Field's Small World shared a bloodline connection with him, the feeling of homecoming might have been even stronger.

Before long, Chen Feng spotted a golden thatched hut perched halfway up a 100-meter mountainside.

The guiding sensation emanated from within.

His brow arched slightly, a flicker of delight crossing his face.

Another opportunity had arrived.

Time to take more things from home.

With light steps—nearly humming a cheerful tune—he approached the hut.

Just as he was about to step inside, a thick rod suddenly shot out horizontally from within.

Chen Feng's expression remained calm, but he instantly slid back, the Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword unsheathing in a flash.

The sword's tip struck the rod with pinpoint precision, but a terrifying force—like a collapsing mountain and raging sea—erupted through the blade. Despite his Supreme Body Forging Foundation and Eighth Layer Huntian Sword Body, his impossibly robust physique couldn't withstand it.

His refined internal energy shattered instantly.

Qi and blood surged wildly, his force trembling as if his entire strength had been crushed.

In a single exchange, Chen Feng was sent flying uncontrollably over a dozen meters, nearly toppling backward.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

What kind of power was this?

A single strike, far surpassing even the Peak of the Qi Sea Realm by untold magnitudes.

Swiftly rising to his feet and regrouping, Chen Feng immediately unleashed the Fourth Realm of Sword Dao. Sword energy enveloped the black blade, transforming into a layer of Silver Sword Aura that intertwined with the sword's dark surface, creating intricate silver patterns against the black—a sight of peculiar beauty.

His eyes sharpened, their divine light piercing through the void.

From the open door of the golden thatched hut emerged a towering figure. Standing roughly 3 meters tall, it had a face resembling a thunder god, covered entirely in golden fur. Its bulging muscles didn’t appear bloated but instead radiated an astonishing sense of power and agility, as if capable of shattering mountains.

In its hand, it gripped a 3-meter-long Copper Rod as thick as a bowl.

This was a Golden-Furred Ape.

Staring at the creature, Chen Feng couldn’t help but show surprise.

Then, his gaze sharpened once more. His figure erupted forward, pushing his Movement Technique to its limits—phantom afterimages flickered as a fierce gale howled, his speed skyrocketing to its peak. He attacked the Golden-Furred Ape from multiple angles.

Under the effect of Sword Energy Condensation into Aura, the Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword erupted with terrifying might, slicing through layers of air.

Absolute Sword Sixth Form!

Kill!

This strike carried a flavor that transcended the Qi Sea Realm.

Compared to when he had slain Zhao Rui, its power had more than doubled—thanks to the transformation of his sword.

Yet, the Golden-Furred Ape’s golden-flecked eyes only revealed a trace of human-like disdain.

"Accept the warm hospitality of family…"

A voice dripping with mockery and amusement rang out from the ape’s mouth.

Its bowl-thick rod swung upward, sweeping out like an army-crushing force. The void seemed to shatter under the overwhelming momentum as gales erupted and storms surged forth like a bursting flood.

Though the swing appeared simple, it concealed profound mysteries, enveloping all directions.

One after another, Chen Feng’s afterimages were shattered. He felt as if a pillar of heaven had collapsed—the terrifying force of the rod locked onto him completely, leaving no room to dodge.

Even his razor-sharp sword light was shattered once more.

The overwhelming pressure bore down like a tidal wave, suffocating Chen Feng.

One strike!

The Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword trembled violently. The terrifying force blasted through his entire body, dispersing his internal energy. Chen Feng was sent flying, his bones feeling as if they had disintegrated as he plummeted down the mountainside.

His body slammed into the ground in a sprawled-out position, embedding itself into the earth.

Chen Feng felt his body groan under the strain, agony surging through every inch. He couldn’t catch his breath—his vision darkened, nearly knocking him unconscious.

At the same time, his mind was utterly dazed.

What did the Golden-Furred Ape mean by those last words?

What warm hospitality of family?

Was this how hospitality was supposed to be?

"Chen Feng, what are you doing?" A voice tinged with surprise and delight suddenly rang out, followed by soaring Combat Intent. "Both of us have begun forging the Invincible Heart. Let’s fight!"

Snapping back to reality, Chen Feng circulated his Qi and Blood to soothe the pain, his internal energy gradually reforming as he rose to his feet.

A figure sprinted toward him, eyes gleaming with fervor, Combat Intent soaring to the heavens.

It was Ling Zhan, the Saint Son of Zhenwu Sacred Land, who had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm alongside him earlier.

Ling Zhan was overjoyed, his Combat Intent surging uncontrollably.

Ever since Chen Feng rose to prominence, becoming the Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect and the first to forge the Invincible Heart, Ling Zhan had harbored the desire to compete with him. Now, having entered the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field's Small World, that desire burned even fiercer.

Having gained some opportunities of his own, Ling Zhan's strength had grown significantly. The sight of Chen Feng now ignited his Combat Intent, urging him to battle.

"Hold on."

Chen Feng raised his voice to stop Ling Zhan, who was rapidly closing in, his internal energy condensed and divine traits ready to unleash an attack.

"I’ve just received profound teachings from the Golden-Furred Ape in the thatched hut on the mountainside. My sword Dao has advanced, and my strength has greatly increased. You’re no match for me now. Why not seek guidance from the Golden-Furred Ape as well? Once you’ve learned, come back and fight me. I’ll wait here for you," Chen Feng said with utmost sincerity.

"Really?" Ling Zhan asked, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

"My words are as sharp as my sword—I never speak idly."

In truth, Chen Feng needed time to recover from his injuries and restore his strength. In his current state, he likely couldn’t defeat Ling Zhan.

"Fine."

Ling Zhan’s gaze shifted to the thatched hut halfway up the mountain and the towering golden figure standing beside it. Without another word, he erupted with extreme speed, charging toward the mountainside.

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