The Great Wilderness Ancient Monument—the oldest remnant of Great Wilderness County—stood as a timeless relic from a bygone era. Though countless years had passed, legends surrounding this mythical monument were still whispered among cultivators.
As the vitality of the Tianxuan Continent grew increasingly thin, even those in the Shengxuan Realm had become rare. It was now nearly impossible to imagine how powerful the sects of the ancient era once were.
The ancient monument towered over the Great Wilderness Ancient Plain, sealed in a way no one had ever been able to break.
Even Zhou Tong, a once-renowned powerhouse from the Dao Sect—one of the eight super sects of the Eastern Xuan Region—had attempted to break its seal. Yet despite his strength, he couldn't even shake it. The only way to break the seal was to destroy the monument itself, but that would also erase the spatial dimension hidden behind it. And so, for countless years, the seal remained untouched.
Because of its mystery and power, the Great Wilderness Ancient Plain became a sacred place. The monument's hidden space and potential treasures drew countless sects and cultivators. Every time the seal weakened, powerful forces from all corners of the continent would gather like moths to a flame.
"There are so many people… this is truly a gathering of heroes," Chi Hao, father of Chi You, sighed in awe.
On the vast plains, people flowed like rivers, a constant stream of figures from far and wide. Flying beasts, spiritual treasures, and elemental weapons soared through the sky like meteors, streaking across the horizon.
But among them were a few who stood apart.
They weren't riding mounts. They weren't using treasures.
They were simply… standing in mid-air.
"Walking in the void?" someone gasped. "Is that some kind of invisible flying treasure?"
Unable to comprehend what they were witnessing, many assumed it had to be a rare tool. The idea that someone could stand on the void unaided was unthinkable.
"It's lively," Lin Langtian muttered as he gazed into the crowd below, watching the people swarm like ants.
There was a no-fly zone surrounding the monument. The closer one got, the stronger the pressure that forced flying cultivators to the ground. Many who had been soaring were forced to land miles away and continue on foot.
Except for Ye Feng.
Even just a hundred meters from the monument, Ye Feng remained floating effortlessly in the air. His presence sent ripples through the void—terrifying to behold.
"Who is that man? He's completely ignoring the no-fly zone."
"No one in the Eastern Xuan Region has that kind of strength, right? Look, even Nirvana Realm experts have landed."
"Wait… didn't the Chaos Saint recently give a lecture at Linjiashan? That's him!"
Realization spread among the crowd like wildfire. They quickly pieced together Ye Feng's identity.
Ye Feng glanced at Lin Langtian beside him.
Because of Ye Feng's intervention, Lin Langtian's fate had shifted. Now, he bore the golden finger that once belonged to Lin Dong. Within this ancient monument, the greatest treasure would become his opportunity.
"It truly lives up to being a relic from the ancient sects," Wang Yan remarked. "Even after all this time, its aura still dominates the land."
"Too bad that momentum isn't quite as impressive as Master's Chaos Divine Light," Huang Pujing replied with a glance at Ye Feng. "Master's strength can block the very laws of heaven. This monument is nothing in comparison."
Wang Yan turned to Ye Feng. "Master, once we finish exploring this ruin, I'd like to head to Yuan Gate."
Ye Feng nodded. "Once you've made your decision, follow through."
"Thank you, Master." Wang Yan bowed.
"Give me your weapon."
Without hesitation, Wang Yan unslung the black sword strapped to his back.
Bang!
Ye Feng struck it lightly—and it shattered into dozens of fragments.
"Master…?" Wang Yan looked stunned.
Ye Feng didn't answer. With a flick of his finger, the sword fragments floated mid-air, suspended by spiritual energy.
"Come."
With a single thought, red spiritual energy surged from Ye Feng's body, weaving around the broken pieces.
As the energy fused with the fragments, the pieces gradually turned crimson. A dense, metallic scent—tinged with blood—spread through the area. The fragments sparkled like stardust.
"Dark Suyin…" Ye Feng muttered to himself.
Suddenly—
BOOM!
A meteorite split the skies, crashing through space and landing before Ye Feng. The air trembled from its arrival.
"Hiss—!"
"A meteorite?!"
"Did he just summon that?!"
The cultivators near the monument gasped in disbelief.
To call down a meteorite at will… was this man still human?
Ye Feng pressed both hands together, manipulating space and compressing the fragments into an iron lump. Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned Emperor Flame, a powerful Heavenly Flame.
Using Emperor Flame, he began forging the iron lump and the meteorite together.
An hour passed.
The dark silver meteorite, once the size of a mountain, was refined into the exact shape of Wang Yan's original sword—only far denser.
"Let's test it."
Ye Feng flicked his finger. The newly forged silver blade shot through the air like lightning, its pressure causing the atmosphere to explode into a vacuum.
Buzz!
Wang Yan caught it but staggered back. The sheer weight of the sword stunned him.
"This… this thing must weigh at least 100,000 jin!"
"It's meant to be heavy," Ye Feng said. "As your strength grows, it will feel lighter. For now, carry it at all times—except when sleeping or bathing. Get used to it."
"Yes, Master!"
"With this sword, you'll be able to crush the Three Great Masters of Yuan Gate."
Wang Yan's heart surged with pride. He knelt. "Thank you, Master!"
Already strong, now wielding a weapon forged from celestial ore and infused with Emperor Flame, Wang Yan was confident he could battle even a Reincarnation Realm expert.
From behind, a soft voice sounded.
"Master, what about me?" Ying Huanhuan pouted, visibly jealous.
She and Wang Yan were both from Dao Sect. While Wang Yan had gained treasure and recognition, she had only been punished. Her cultivation—both past and present—remained sealed, making her no stronger than a mortal.
Ye Feng turned to her.
"You…"
"Master, I know I was wrong!" Ying Huanhuan said quickly, lowering her head in apology.
After awakening her memories as the Ice Lord, she had tried to test Ye Feng. As punishment, he sealed her strength entirely.
Ye Feng raised his hand.
Whoosh!
Ripples spread through the space around Ying Huanhuan. A cold wind swept outward, stirring frost in the air.
Crack—!
The seal shattered.
A bright smile spread across Ying Huanhuan's face. Her strength surged back, and the cold aura of the Ice Lord returned.
"Thank you, Master!" she beamed.
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