Chapter 84: Too Easy, No Challenge

Chapter 84: Too Easy, No Challenge

"Hahahaha…"

Han Daoling laughed triumphantly, his voice reverberating through the surroundings.

His skin seemed to shimmer with a faint golden luster, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura radiated from his body, imposing and oppressive.

At the same time, invisible strands of energy seemed to flow from him, merging and resonating with the surrounding world.

"In just a day and a half, I’ve successfully broken through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. Who can compare to me?"

"Not you, not him—not even the Saint Sons of the three great holy lands, even if they possess God-Grade Divine Traits!"

"Chen Feng, just wait until you have to respectfully call me 'Senior Brother' in front of everyone…"

The more he thought about it, the more delighted Han Daoling became. He had no idea that Chen Feng’s foundation far surpassed his own and that Chen Feng had already broken through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm half a day earlier. If he had known, his laughter would have turned into wails of despair.

After laughing heartily for a long while, he finally calmed down.

"There’s still a day and a half before the Primordial Spirit Cave closes. I’ll push for the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm and do my best to evolve my Primordial Spirit Dao Body into a true God-Grade Divine Trait, not just the current Pseudo God-Grade."

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Slash!

A Primordial Spirit General shattered instantly, leaving behind only a wisp of Primordial Spirit Essence.

"Too easy… far too easy…"

Chen Feng sheathed his sword, a faint smile playing on his lips as he murmured to himself.

Having broken through from the Peak of the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm to the Twelfth Transformation, he had forged Golden Muscles and Jade Bones, achieved the astonishing foundation of the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Roar and the Qi and Blood Furnace, and refined his Huntian Sword Force to its absolute limit.

His Force was now as hard as steel—no, even harder.

Normally, the Force of a Twelfth Transformation Body Forging cultivator could rival the strength of a Hundred Refinements Sword.

But Chen Feng’s Huntian Sword Force was clearly superior, comparable to that of a Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact.

Without even needing to employ any sword techniques, a simple, straightforward slash was enough to obliterate a Primordial Spirit General, which was equivalent to a Twelfth Transformation Body Forging cultivator.

Compared to before, it was several times easier.

As he refined and absorbed the wisp of Primordial Spirit General Essence, Chen Feng shook his head again.

The improvement was far too minuscule!

His supreme foundation, comparable to the Supreme Body Forging Realm, made further progress increasingly difficult.

A single wisp of Primordial Spirit General Essence only provided an improvement roughly equivalent to a full day of hard training. And the difficulty of advancing from the Twelfth Transformation to the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm far surpassed that of the previous breakthrough.

The Thirteenth Transformation was also known as the Supreme Body Forging Realm.

Throughout history, every generation of the Huntian Sect had cultivators who reached the Twelfth Transformation, but those who achieved the Supreme Body Forging Realm were exceedingly rare.

"With my current strength, perhaps I should try the third level of the cave…"

Chen Feng mused.

Before entering, the elder had warned him to hunt Primordial Spirits within his means—otherwise, failing to kill them and being killed instead would be a joke.

One’s strength determined which level they should hunt in.

As for the third level, it was where the Primordial Spirit Kings resided. A Primordial Spirit King was equivalent to the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm—the Supreme Body Forging Realm. Their strength was incomparable to that of Twelfth Transformation cultivators.

It can be said that if someone at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm encountered a Primordial Spirit King, not only would they fail to hunt it down, but they would also be blasted to pieces.

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng was no longer content with staying on the second level of the cave and actually intended to enter the third level to hunt the Primordial Spirit King.

The moment the thought arose, Chen Feng did not hesitate in the slightest.

Locating the entrance to the third level, he swiftly stepped inside.

Immediately, a white burst of Force the size of a human head came howling toward him. Chen Feng’s eyes sharpened to an extreme degree, clearly catching sight of the swirling mass of white Force, its surface tinged with a faint layer of golden light.

Though the golden glow was thin and diluted, it endowed the Force with extraordinary power.

It struck like a meteor—fast, fierce, and overwhelmingly domineering.

Caught off guard, Chen Feng felt as though it would be nearly impossible to evade.

Drawing his sword!

Highly condensed sword Force poured into the blade as he slashed out.

The instant his strike connected with the formidable burst of Force, Chen Feng distinctly sensed an overwhelmingly tyrannical power erupting from his sword, crashing toward him in layers like a collapsing mountain or a raging tsunami.

The Flowing Cup Sword trembled violently, nearly flying out of his grip.

His body was also forced backward uncontrollably, almost slamming into the cave wall behind him.

Fortunately, Chen Feng dispersed the force in time, relying on his superb movement technique to avoid collision and prevent his clothes from getting dirty.

"What terrifying power!"

Chen Feng couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Previously, after breaking through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, he had tested himself by directly blocking the Force attacks of a Primordial Spirit General—it had been effortless.

Yet, a single strike from the Primordial Spirit King was so powerful that it sent him reeling, shaking his qi and blood as well as his Force, nearly injuring him.

Boom!

Another deafening explosion rang out as another burst of Force, shimmering with pale gold, tore through the air toward him.

This time, Chen Feng was prepared.

Even with his movement technique pushed to its limits, he still felt as though evasion was impossible—as if he had been locked onto.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng swung his sword again.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

The sword light cleaved through the air, condensing into a razor-thin line, sharp to the extreme, as if it could split apart the darkness of the cave’s third level.

A peerless strike, unparalleled in its sharpness.

When the sword descended, the only light in the world was that single flash.

After his cultivation had advanced to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, the power of Chen Feng’s sword techniques had also surged dramatically.

The Force was instantly split apart, exploding violently. The terrifying shockwave sent Chen Feng flying back once more.

In that fleeting moment, Chen Feng also caught a glimpse of the figure that had launched the attack—towering and burly, its body wreathed in a faint golden glow, exuding an astonishing pressure. The oppressive aura was so overwhelming that even someone at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm would find it difficult to move in its presence.

Even an ordinary Twelfth Transformation cultivator would be heavily suppressed, their strength greatly diminished.

Yet Chen Feng remained unaffected.

Instead, a surge of fighting spirit welled up within him, bubbling forth like a spring.

A weak opponent would only be dull and uninteresting.

His figure flickered rapidly, leaving behind afterimages as a fierce gale seemed to whirl around him, propelling his body forward with increasing speed and ferocity as he charged toward the Primordial Spirit King.

Chen Feng’s movements were ever-changing— At times like a raging storm, at others like a coiling dragon, then like treading upon waves, and then shifting unpredictably once more.

The Primordial Spirit King was difficult to lock onto, but as its body shuddered, a faintly golden ring erupted outward, exploding like a stellar ring and unleashing a tidal wave of force that surged in all directions.

Chen Feng couldn't get close.

Slash!

Facing the ferocious ring of energy crashing toward him, Chen Feng didn't retreat an inch. Instead, he drew his sword and struck.

Once again, it was the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art.

Having cultivated it to its peak, Chen Feng had fully mastered the First Form, its power now even more formidable. However, the Second Form was far more difficult than the first, and Chen Feng had yet to grasp even a hint of its secrets.

Yet, with just this First Form alone, he possessed the might to sweep through the Body Forging Realm.

The ring was instantly cleaved apart, and Chen Feng charged forward with his sword, advancing unhindered as if facing no resistance.

The closer he got, the more clearly Chen Feng sensed the overwhelming pressure emanating from the Primordial Spirit King—far exceeding that of a Primordial Spirit General by at least tenfold.

The Primordial Spirit King swung its arms, striking through the air with devastating force.

Chen Feng was immediately forced back.

No matter what, he couldn't truly close the distance.

"Sword Unity Realm!"

Chen Feng realized that while his current strength allowed him to contend with the Primordial Spirit King, he was still at a slight disadvantage—let alone defeating it.

Time was limited; there was no room for waste.

Then... he would go all out.

His essence, qi, and spirit surged, instantly converging into one and pouring into the Flowing Cup Sword, forming a perfect cycle.

Man and sword merged—Sword Unity Realm.

Faintly, a glimmer of sharpness flickered on the Flowing Cup Sword, like a fleeting stream of autumn light.

Chen Feng's perception doubled, and his speed skyrocketed.

With a flash, his entire body seemed to transform into a streak of sword light, tearing through the air as he lunged at the Primordial Spirit King.

Every attack from the Primordial Spirit King was instantly discerned by Chen Feng, swiftly dodged or, if unavoidable, sliced apart with a single stroke.

In the Sword Unity Realm, every strike from Chen Feng carried far greater power than before.

In just three slashes, the Primordial Spirit King crumbled beneath Chen Feng's sword, its form scattering into violent streaks of white energy tinged with faint gold, dispersing like raging dragons. In the end, only a single strand of golden essence remained, shimmering with radiant light.