Chapter 107: The Seed (First Update)

On the martial stage, Ye Feng collapsed heavily.

But before anyone could reach him, another change occurred. An unspeakable aura rapidly emanated from within his body.

Furthermore, Ye Feng's aura began to climb once more at a terrifying speed.

Boom...

When his aura reached its peak, a burst of brilliant, golden flame rose up, enveloping him completely.

"Origin Fire? How is this possible... Having just entered the Spirit Sovereign realm, he can already awaken the Origin Fire? Could Feng'er really be that seed?" Ye Tianya looked at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

Hum...

The broken blade hummed softly. Unconsciously, Ye Feng reached out, grabbed the long saber, and slowly stood up.

In the next instant, he snapped his eyes open. Two beams of tangible golden light shot out, dazzlingly bright, striking a stone martial stage not far away.

Without making a single sound, the two golden beams seemed like eternal fixtures of heaven and earth, appearing capable of piercing through anything.

"Good heavens! What is that?" A sharp-eyed onlooker quickly ran to the edge of the martial stage dozens of yards away, staring in shock at two thumb-sized holes, frozen in disbelief.

"This... this is too monstrous! A single glance pierced right through a martial stage over twenty feet wide? If that gaze fell on a person, how many people would it pierce through!"

Jia Luo's eyes widened. The two golden beams from moments ago had actually struck fear into his heart, leaving him with only one thought in his mind: invincible... absolutely invincible...

"Heaven Annihilation..."

Having just regained a semblance of consciousness, Ye Feng, like a machine, blankly slashed his saber toward the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Three tangible blade glows shot out from the weapon, unleashing a tyrannical energy like a tsunami that stirred up endless raging waves. Within the energy, three golden dragons roared furiously, appearing as if they wanted to break free from the blade.

Crack...

In the void, a sound like cracking porcelain echoed, and two or three visible fractures appeared in the fabric of space.

On the ground, the crowd felt the immense pressure and turbulent energy. What the hell kind of power was this? To possess such might at merely the Spirit Sovereign level.

One had to know that even experts at the Spirit Emperor level could not easily tear open the void. Only powerful Spirit Emperors or those who had reached the Heavenly Venerate level could rip through space to perform short-distance teleportation.

Yet, Ye Feng was only breaking through to the Spirit Sovereign realm! To think he could make the spatial runes of heaven and earth manifest with a single slash.

Typically, the natural runes would only manifest to reinforce the void when space was on the verge of collapsing under the sheer force of energy fluctuations.

If that was the case, didn't Ye Feng's strike rival the attack of a Spirit Emperor? This was simply sensational.

It was a terrifying strike. Ye Feng had merely swung his saber mechanically, yet it had produced such a horrifying result.

However, when the crowd noticed his aura gradually weakening, they all let out a long sigh of relief. It turned out he was merely venting his excess energy.

In the next moment, his hollow eyes closed once again.

Within his mind, Ye Feng seemed to see an island.

There, a powerful malevolent aura surged toward him like crashing waves, making it incredibly difficult for him to even breathe.

Yet, a voice seemed to be calling out to him from that place: "Return! Great Prince! Your subjects await you here! Ten thousand years of humiliation await only your return!"

Each call was clearly imprinted in Ye Feng's mind. He struggled to maintain a sliver of consciousness, desperate to wake himself up.

But just like in a dream, his body was completely out of his control.

Gradually, the island drew closer and closer. He could clearly see a palace floating in the void. In front of the grim, ancient palace, the ground was stained with long-dried blood.

Corpses came into his view. Some had already turned into bleached bones, but many more still possessed intact flesh and blood, with even their clothing showing no signs of decay.

He saw giants standing thirty to forty feet tall, covered in black hair. There were also human-like creatures with long, pointed ears.

These corpses all shared one common trait: they all exuded a palpitation-inducing pressure!

Ye Feng was filled with dread. He had no idea how long these powerhouses had been dead, yet their bodies remained uncorrupted, and the energy fluctuations emanating from them were monstrously strong.

The land beneath the palace was devastated, covered in ravines carved out by the residual power of swords and sabers. Each scar was shocking to behold.

Indeed, this was the very place Ye Feng had seen in the Celestial Garden. For the first time, Ye Feng felt the power of that towering man up close—a single individual who had slain so many gods and demons.

Before the main gates of the palace, fierce and massive dragon reliefs looked lifelike, and a colossal black portal seemed to open wide for Ye Feng.

This was absolutely the most bizarre and mind-boggling thing Ye Feng had experienced across his two lifetimes.

From behind the giant black gate, an immense summoning force seemed to urgently beckon Ye Feng to enter.

Ah...

From the depths of the palace, furious roars echoed like a surging tide, mingled with the soft, weeping sound of a zither.

"My lord sweeps through the world with his blade; I shall play the zither, following your rise and fall..."

Boom...

Ye Feng's head buzzed with a loud explosion. He could not stop trembling all over, and bead-sized drops of sweat densely covered his forehead.

"No... no..." Ye Feng muttered as if in a nightmare, his hands flailing wildly as if he had encountered an extremely terrifying sight.

"To think that I, ruler of a clan that dominated the Seven Realms, looking up without shame before heaven and looking down directly at the earth, would fall today to such a despicable plot."

"The battle soul is immortal, and the seed will eventually sprout. Darkness is not the end; rebirth represents hope."

"The day of my return in ten thousand years shall be the day your heads roll..."

Boom...

A resonant voice echoed throughout the entire island. Immediately after, energy fluctuations resembling the destruction of heaven and earth rapidly spread out.

Panic-stricken figures quickly appeared outside the palace. They shrieked in terror, only to be instantly swept away by the violent energy, falling helplessly from the void.

Silence... a deathly silence...

Ye Feng stood dazed in the void, blankly staring at the apocalyptic scene around him. Under that heavenly might, every living creature on the island had perished.

The lifeless island fell into a ten-thousand-year silence, frozen for eternity.

"Darkness is not the end; rebirth represents hope. The day our Emperor returns shall be the day our enemies bleed..." In the void, countless faint voices drifted into Ye Feng's ears.

He seemed to have guessed something, but he was too afraid to admit it.

"No... I'm not... I'm not..." Drenched in sweat, Ye Feng waved his hands wildly. Suddenly, a beam of golden light descended from the heavens, shooting directly into the crown of his head.

Suddenly snapping awake, Ye Feng stood in place, dazed. His clothes had already been incinerated by the Origin Fire, and his naked body was covered in cold sweat. As a cold wind blew by, he shivered violently.

Turning around, familiar figures came into view: Xiao Chong, Jia Luo, Sha Mo, He Xu, Qing Wu...

However, Ye Feng quickly realized that something was slightly off, because everyone was looking at him with very strange expressions. And Qing Wu—why was her face so red?

Confused, Ye Feng walked forward, wanting to ask what was going on...

"Ah! You pervert! Get away from me!" Qing Wu shrieked, quickly running backward.

Another cold wind blew past. "Why is it a bit chilly?" Ye Feng slowly looked down. "Ahhhhh..."

An ear-piercing scream shot straight into the heavens, incredibly tragic.

He quickly crossed his hands to cover his private parts. "Who was so wicked as to steal my clothes?!"

Seeing the faces around him struggling to hold back their laughter, Ye Feng's face flushed red in an instant.

"My reputation built over two lifetimes is ruined today!" Howling to the heavens, Ye the Barbarian covered his private parts with both hands and bolted toward Xiao Chong, ripping the robe right off him.

"You monster! You're truly a freak. How do you manage to break through just by having a fight?" Xiao Chong said, his eyes filled with envy and his tone sour.