"If it's the dowry you're concerned about... will this suffice?" Ye Feng said calmly.
As he opened his eyes, ten radiant halos bloomed behind him like celestial rings. Between his brows, a faint, tree-like gray pattern shimmered with divine majesty.
Ye Feng slowly ascended into the air until he hovered ten thousand meters above Dao Sect.
Then, he raised his hand.
Boom!
The world stirred.
The heaven and earth energy surged toward the mountains surrounding Dao Sect. Colorful spiritual energy condensed into golden brilliance, flowing like an aurora, shimmering across the landscape.
Half an hour later, the entire region around Dao Sect was bathed in a glowing, golden light.
"The Light of the Chaos God!" Ying Huanhuan exclaimed.
Ying Xuanzi's eyes widened. "That's the legendary Light of the Chaos God? The one that can rebound energy and enhance cultivation?"
"Yes," Ying Huanhuan confirmed with excitement in her voice. She hadn't expected this to be Ye Feng's dowry.
The Light of the Chaos God, when fully activated, could obliterate even a Death Profound Realm powerhouse. But more importantly, it refined body and Qi, serving as a supreme cultivation aid.
Ye Feng descended slowly, the gray symbol between his brows fading.
"Have you seen enough?" he asked plainly.
Ying Xuanzi coughed. "You're not just giving me a light show, right?"
"Of course not. Here's more. Bring me pen and ink."
"Yes, Master." Ying Huanhuan quickly retrieved the tools.
Ye Feng held the brush—not an ordinary one, but one that shimmered with the world's energy. With a thought, streams of multicolored spiritual power flowed into the brush.
He began painting on a blank scroll.
First, a raging sea of lava. Then, a lush, verdant mountain. Then, a vast, endless ocean...
Each scene appeared on the scroll for a moment, then vanished as if absorbed.
After painting nine scenes, the scroll appeared blank once more.
"Done."
Ye Feng passed the brush back to Ying Huanhuan, rolled the scroll, and tossed it toward Ying Xuanzi.
"What is this?" Ying Xuanzi asked.
"The Enlightenment Map of Rivers and Mountains."
"I've heard of it, but what does it do?"
"Each image represents a law of heaven and earth. Those with strong spiritual senses and fate may grasp one of them."
"Law?" Ying Xuanzi furrowed his brows.
"Laws are the natural orders that govern the world," Ye Feng explained. "The Eight Ancestral Talismans embody such laws."
"Father," Ying Huanhuan added, "the reason Senior Brother Wang Yan could defeat the three Yuanmen Masters without resistance was because he grasped a law."
Ying Xuanzi was stunned.
"So... are you satisfied with the dowry now?" Ye Feng asked.
Ying Xuanzi chuckled. "With such a bond between you two, how could I possibly separate you? Fine. The rest is up to you. I'm off to seclusion."
With that, he vanished in a ripple of space.
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Deep within Dao Sect's territory, an ancient, barren mountain stood tall—dry and lifeless. Above it roared the Dan River, pouring vast amounts of Nirvana Qi downward like a divine waterfall.
Buzz!
The Nirvana Qi surged into the mountain, causing it to tremble. Rocks fell, cracks opened.
"Feng, the Great Desolate Monument is awakening," Ying Huanhuan said.
Ye Feng nodded. Having inherited the knowledge of the Martial Universe, he understood the monument's true significance.
Moments later, the mountain calmed. At its peak, a stone tablet a thousand feet tall emerged, radiating an ancient aura.
Buzz!
Far away, a purple brilliance shimmered in the sky.
"He comprehended a law," Ying Huanhuan whispered.
Ye Feng nodded again. "As expected. The Enlightenment Map is the key. Ying Xuanzi's talent is more than sufficient."
Ying Huanhuan's gaze fell on the Great Desolate Monument.
"You feel it, don't you?" Ye Feng asked.
"Yes. I remember now."
Beneath the monument lay a sealed Demon King from the alien race. The surrounding desolation existed because the monument constantly absorbed life energy to maintain the seal.
"Master, I'm going in. That hidden threat must be eliminated."
"Do you need help?"
"No need. He's just a Demon King. I can handle it."
With that, Ying Huanhuan vanished.
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She appeared atop the monument, her figure surrounded by divine frost.
"Everyone, back away one thousand meters!" she called out.
The stone tablet trembled—but resisted.
"Let him out," she said firmly. "I can deal with him."
The resistance faded.
Boom!
The tablet cracked open. A deep, black mist erupted from the chasm—no ordinary darkness, but one suffocating and void of life.
"Hehehe… I've escaped at last!"
A hoarse voice echoed from the abyss.
"Demon King," Ying Huanhuan's voice rang cold. "Prepare to die."
"You're… the Ice Lord?!" The voice trembled.
Suddenly, a surge of extreme frost burst from Ying Huanhuan, freezing the sky itself.
"You may defeat me… but you cannot erase me. To destroy a king, you need at least two ancestral talismans!"
Boom!
A flash of golden lightning split the sky. Chi Hao arrived, battle axe in hand.
"If two laws are needed, then let me aid you, Senior Sister!"
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Far away, Ye Feng frowned.
His heart stirred—an emotion he hadn't felt in ages.
Not love. Something darker…
"Strange. Why does my heart feel so agitated?"
It was the kind of hatred born from natural opposition—like light against darkness, or water against fire.
He narrowed his eyes.
Something deeper was awakening.
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