Chapter 134: An Opportunity to Follow Me

Chapter 134: An Opportunity to Follow Me

Divine Light was boundless, and the heavens and earth vast.

An intense guidance seemed to urge Chen Feng incessantly, compelling him to hurry forward. Without hesitation, Chen Feng activated his Movement Technique, swift and agile as a dragon riding the wind, darting toward the Divine Light Palace at the center of the miniature world.

At the same time, figures from all corners of the miniature world unleashed their full speed, pushing their limits.

Fast!

It was as if being just a step faster would grant them an earlier chance at fortune.

"I haven’t encountered Chen Feng for several days. He must be heading to the Dao Field as well. I’ll go too—and when I find him, I’ll cut him down," a peerless genius from the Tianyuan Sacred Land, who had Self-Severed Two Realms, muttered to himself before bursting forth with astonishing speed.

"Chen Feng, once I obtain opportunities in the Heavenly Emperor’s Dao Field and enhance my strength, I will surely challenge you," Ling Zhan clenched his fists, recalling how he had been fooled by Chen Feng multiple times days ago. His eyelids twitched involuntarily at the memory. Fortunately, no one had witnessed it—otherwise, the embarrassment would have been unbearable.

He was, after all, the esteemed Saint of the Zhenwu Sacred Land.

Yet, he had been deceived by Chen Feng.

Upon reflection, he realized his obsession with defeating Chen Feng had blinded him to everything else. Moreover, Chen Feng’s demeanor had been so sincere that it was hard to doubt him.

Only later, after careful consideration, did Ling Zhan realize he had been tricked.

There was no hatred—just sheer awkwardness and humiliation. He longed to teach Chen Feng a lesson to vent his frustration.

But then he remembered: Chen Feng had mastered Sword Energy Condensation into Aura, the fourth level of the sword Dao. His strength was undoubtedly formidable. Ling Zhan might not be able to defeat him as he was now.

With the true Heavenly Emperor’s Dao Field manifesting, great opportunities surely awaited.

If he could seize one, his strength might skyrocket. Then, he would reclaim his pride from Chen Feng.

He would make Chen Feng understand—a Saint of the Zhenwu Sacred Land could not be… fooled so easily.

Each individual harbored their own thoughts, but one desire united them all: to seize opportunities and elevate themselves.

A once-in-a-millennium chance could not be missed.

"The Heavenly Emperor’s Dao Field…" Luo Mingfei’s powerful aura surged as he unleashed his full Qi Sea Realm cultivation, propelling himself forward like a White Dragon streaking across the land.

"As long as I continue gaining opportunities, I will keep breaking through and growing stronger."

"Best of all… would be to obtain the Heavenly Emperor’s Inheritance…"

"Then, Chen Feng will die. Ling Zhan, Nangong Chen—all will be crushed beneath me. I, Luo Mingfei, will be the foremost among the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland—the future Emperor!"

...

Boundless Divine Light descended from the heavens, vast and immeasurable.

Beneath it stood an enormous palace, towering like a mountain—majestic, imposing, and radiating endless divine brilliance. It exuded an ineffable mystery of the Dao.

Standing before it, everyone felt insignificant, as tiny as dust.

Regardless of their cultivation.

"Truly magnificent…"

Those who arrived couldn’t help but murmur in awe.

Some, without pause, rushed toward the mountain-like palace, their excitement unrestrained.

However, it was blocked by the layer of Divine Light outside the palace, preventing entry.

"Could it be that it hasn’t officially opened yet?" someone couldn’t help but wonder aloud.

"The true Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field." A tall and imposing figure strode forward, stirring up a fierce howling wind as he arrived abruptly, his hands clasped behind his back. His wild, unrestrained face was filled with laughter, and his eyes blazed with Divine Light. "Hahahaha! A thousand years ago, when the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field appeared in the Central Land, my Xiahou family gave birth to two Quasi-Emperors. Now, a thousand years later, I, Xiahou Ba, enter the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field, and in the future, I will surely become an Emperor!"

At the same time, Han Daoling also approached swiftly.

"It's you!"

Sensing Xiahou Ba's aura, Han Daoling's expression darkened. His overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted without restraint—his strength at the 27th layer of the Meridian-Forging Realm, and his Primordial Spirit Dao Body pushed to its limits.

For a moment, boundless spiritual energy swirled around Han Daoling, his aura intertwining with radiant mist as if resonating with the Dao Chant, its echoes shaking the surroundings.

With a single palm strike!

Han Daoling launched a direct attack at Xiahou Ba.

When he entered the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field's Small World, he had vowed to teach the one who robbed him of his entry a harsh lesson.

Xiahou Ba turned swiftly, his eyes narrowing as Divine Light blazed like the scorching sun. His terrifyingly oppressive aura erupted like a volcano in an instant, shaking the surroundings. Streaks of crimson mist surged endlessly as his overwhelming presence spread—his cultivation at the Qi Sea Realm fully unleashed.

With a single fist strike!

Xiahou Ba raised a hand, his fingers clenched tightly as endless crimson mist condensed.

It was as if he held a miniature sun, radiating terrifying light and heat.

Fist and palm collided—the impact was deafening, violent shockwaves scattering in all directions, distorting the air. Han Daoling felt an irresistible force surging toward him, his palm nearly shattered by the impact. The terrifying heat seeped through his hand, scorching his muscles, tendons, and bones.

Under the immense force, Han Daoling was sent flying back several meters before stumbling back a few more steps.

"So weak, yet you dare strike at me?" Xiahou Ba stared at Han Daoling, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Han Daoling nearly coughed up blood in fury.

"You're only relying on your higher cultivation. If we were at the same level, I would crush you!" Han Daoling roared.

"The tragedy of the weak is that they always find excuses for their weakness, unaware… that those are nothing but justifications." Xiahou Ba clasped his hands behind his back once more, looking down at Han Daoling with contempt, his arrogance fully displayed as if gazing at an ant.

Han Daoling trembled with rage.

Yet, he hesitated, not daring to attack again.

That palm strike had been executed with his full strength, yet his opponent hadn’t even activated his divine trait power.

The difference was clear at a glance.

Moreover, Xiahou Ba's cultivation was clearly superior.

Failing to teach someone a lesson and instead being repelled and humiliated—this bitter taste was unbearable for the proud Han Daoling. His face flushed red with fury, his eyes burning with rage as if he wanted to devour his opponent.

"I’ll give you one more chance to strike." Xiahou Ba took a step forward, his towering frame looming over Han Daoling as he looked down with overwhelming pressure.

The terrifying aura forced Han Daoling to instinctively retreat a step.

Xiahou Ba's condescending gaze flickered with mockery.

Han Daoling, flushed with humiliation and rage, erupted into action once more. His palms unleashed a storm of palm shadows, all aimed at Xiahou Ba, engulfing him completely.

"Weakling!"

A voice dripping with disdain rang out from Xiahou Ba as he casually raised a fist. The full might of his Peak Qi Sea Realm cultivation erupted, manifesting a Qi Sea Phantom that spanned 150 meters around him, suppressing all directions. His fist struck out as if grasping the True Sun itself.

A single punch—domineering and unstoppable.

The storm of palm shadows shattered instantly. The fist surged forward unimpeded, slamming directly into Han Daoling’s chest. A terrifying force erupted, sending Han Daoling flying back over a dozen meters as he coughed up a mouthful of blood. His aura grew chaotic, his face deathly pale.

"A weakling should know their place," Xiahou Ba remarked indifferently, not even bothering to strike again.

This level of contempt, bordering on outright dismissal, made Han Daoling spit out another mouthful of blood. For a proud individual, nothing was more crushing than such blatant disregard. Xiao Xuanwu and Yuan Hualong arrived shortly after, having witnessed the scene from afar, stunned by Xiahou Ba’s overwhelming strength.

And they weren’t the only ones—others were equally shocked.

Han Daoling was, after all, the Sect Heir of Huntian Sect, possessing the God-Grade Divine Trait, the Primordial Spirit Dao Body. This was no secret.

"Xiahou Ba actually opened a 200-meter Qi Sea… That’s terrifying."

"The Sect Heir of Huntian Sect is way too weak…"

"Right? He didn’t even activate his Divine Trait, yet he got knocked back and injured in one punch. Is his God-Grade Divine Trait even real?"

"I heard the true Sect Heir of Huntian Sect is Chen Feng—powerful, with peerless swordsmanship. Han Daoling keeps losing to him, utterly outmatched…"

Whispers like these reached Han Daoling’s ears, causing his expression to twist violently before he spat out blood for the third time.

Yuan Hualong and Xiao Xuanwu exchanged glances, speechless.

For a Sect Heir, he was far too easily shaken.

But then again, Han Daoling had always been lacking in temperament since joining Huntian Sect. Repeated humiliations at Chen Feng’s hands hadn’t taught him anything, so this was hardly surprising.

Compared to Chen Feng, Han Daoling was truly… pitiful.

The same thought lingered in the minds of the other Huntian Sect disciples present.

Though the number of Huntian Sect disciples entering the Heavenly Emperor’s Dao Field’s Small World wasn’t large, it still amounted to over two hundred. After all, disciples from the Body Forging Realm to the Qi Sea Realm were eligible—unlike the previous Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

However, due to the rigorous selection process, most couldn’t enter. Those who did were genuine geniuses.

A gust of wind howled as a figure descended like a soaring Dragon.

"It’s Senior Brother Chen Feng!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother Chen!"

In an instant, dozens of Huntian Sect disciples gathered there bowed respectfully to Chen Feng. Even those at the Peak Qi Sea Realm, bearing Saint-Grade Divine Traits, paid their respects willingly and sincerely.

First place on Huntian Sect’s Strongest Body Forging Ranking, Strongest Acupoint Opening Ranking, and Strongest Meridian Forging Ranking—now, despite being only at the Meridian Forging Realm, he had already secured a spot on the Strongest Qi Sea Ranking.

Unprecedented.

Every Peak Qi Sea Realm disciple here was a top-tier powerhouse within Huntian Sect, capable of slaughtering ordinary Qi Sea Realm cultivators like chickens. Yet, none could rank on the Strongest Qi Sea Ranking—proof of just how terrifying Chen Feng’s strength was.

In such a situation, how could one not be utterly awestruck?

Han Daoling witnessed this scene, his already pale face growing even more unsightly. He let out a muffled grunt, nearly spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"No need for formalities, junior brothers," Chen Feng said with a faint smile before turning to Han Daoling. "Junior Brother Han, how did you get injured?"

Han Daoling immediately turned away, unwilling to respond to Chen Feng. He feared that opening his mouth would cause the blood he was holding back to gush out—truly turning into a case of "spitting blood to slander someone."

"Are you the Chen Feng they speak of?" A domineering voice rang out. Xiahou Ba's eyes blazed with scorching intensity as he fixed his gaze on Chen Feng, an overwhelming heat pressing down as if to burn and pierce through him, accompanied by an oppressive aura of arrogance. "Not bad. Clearly stronger than that weakling. I am Xiahou Ba, the Imperial Son of the Xiahou Clan from the Central Land. I’ll give you a chance now—follow me, and I’ll lead you to sweep through the Spirit Desolation, conquering the great era and crushing all enemies."

"In the future, when I ascend as Emperor, you shall be my earthly representative, wielding my imperial might to oversee the world in my stead. A position second only to one, above all others—an honor you could never attain even in three lifetimes."

"Are you talking to me?"

Chen Feng regarded him with a look reserved for the 'intellectually gifted' before retorting.

Just as Xiahou Ba was about to speak, several figures rushed over, their murderous intent thick in the air.