Sword of the Rising Sun

"Uncle Ancestor!"

Ziyin slightly bowed to the newcomer, showing great respect. His gaze flickered with a cold light. His Uncle Ancestor was a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse. His appearance meant that Lin Feng was undoubtedly doomed.

Though this newcomer didn't look very old, Ziyin addressed him as Uncle Ancestor. The crowd wasn't surprised by this. Along the martial path, the higher one's cultivation, the longer one's lifespan, and they naturally appeared younger. Some extremely powerful individuals could even reverse aging, maintaining perpetual youth, seemingly stuck in their prime.

There are rumors in the Nine Heavens Continent that at the pinnacle of martial arts, one can achieve immortality, eternal life, a concept many aspire to attain.

Martial arts are the eternal theme of the continent.

"How dare you call me Uncle Ancestor!"

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion snorted coldly. The bodies lying on the ground were his elite and descendants. Now, they were all dead.

Only Zixia, a woman, remained. The Purple Mansion was on the brink of extinction.

"I am guilty."

Ziyin dared not refute. As the head of the Purple Mansion, he bore the blame for the calamity that had befallen them. Even his son had been killed.

"Your guilt will be reckoned with by me. But for now..."

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion said coldly, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.

"You, at such a young age, possess the cultivation of the Peak Spirit Martial Realm. You should have a bright future ahead. But today, you are destined to die here."

With these words, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion exuded a substantial killing intent, sending chills through the surrounding crowd.

"Spirit Martial Realm at the Peak! So, Lin Feng possesses the strength of the Peak Spirit Martial Realm, quite formidable. With this cultivation, he could even force Ziyin, at the Peak Spirit Martial Realm, to retreat with just one sword. Impressive."

The crowd whispered in admiration. They had never seen someone of Lin Feng's age reach the Peak Spirit Martial Realm before.

"Is that so? There's only one way to find out."

Lin Feng said indifferently, his voice calm without a ripple. Indeed, he had reached the cultivation of the Peak Spirit Martial Realm after reaching the state of unity between man and nature. His cultivation had directly jumped from the Sixth Spirit Martial Realm to the Peak Spirit Martial Realm.

Before reaching the state of unity between man and nature, Lin Feng could challenge opponents of higher realms with various means. Now, with the state of unity achieved, even though he was only at the Peak Spirit Martial Realm, it wasn't difficult to deal with ordinary Ninth Spirit Martial Realm practitioners. If not for Ziyin's unique methods, Lin Feng would have already killed him.

"So arrogant."

The crowd sighed as they watched the figures confronting each other on the corridor. Lin Feng dared to challenge even a Xuanwu Realm expert.

"I'll make you understand that Spirit Martial Realm practitioners cannot contend with those of the Xuanwu Realm."

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion waved his sleeves, and suddenly, a whirlwind formed on the corridor, emitting a whistling sound.

"People of the Xuanwu Realm possess true elements. These true elements are formed by the gathering of abundant natural energy. The power of true elements can easily crush those in the Spirit Martial Realm into pieces. This is the gap in realms, unbridgeable."

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion raised his hand, palm facing upward. Purple true element power swirled in his hand, like a dazzling purple ball of light, filled with substantial destructive power.

Moreover, this true element brilliance was not just superficial; it was formed by the convergence of actual natural energy, brimming with the power of destruction.

Stepping forward, his sword slanted in his hand, Lin Feng emitted a faintly chilling light, undaunted.

"Today, I just happened to comprehend a new sword technique. It's a good opportunity to test it against your true elements."

Lin Feng said casually, causing the crowd to freeze. Comprehending a sword technique, truly the mark of a genius with extraordinary insight.

"You want to test your sword against me?" The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion smirked oddly. He had never heard of a Spirit Martial Realm practitioner daring to challenge a Xuanwu Realm expert in a sword fight; usually, they would seek guidance.

Lin Feng was truly audacious.

"Well, then, give it a try."

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion's palm trembled, and the purple ball of true element power in his palm swirled, then shot out. The purple light ball was filled with a domineering destructive force, ready to annihilate everything.

Even the crowd under the corridor could clearly feel the overwhelming destruction contained within this purple true element light ball, a testament to its unparalleled dominance.

"Sword of the Rising Sun!"

Lin Feng's hand rose swiftly, yet to the eyes of the crowd, it seemed slow, its trajectory crystal clear.

This sword, like the rising sun, ascended slowly, brimming with boundless vitality and vigor.

A sense of illusion swept over the crowd. Lin Feng's sword appeared like a crimson sun, rising slowly—The Sword of the Rising Sun, The Sword of the Crimson Sun.

"So beautiful, just like the rising sun," murmured Ziling dreamily. "Sis, this is a sword Lin Feng created, inspired by watching the sunrise."

She vaguely remembered the early morning when she and Lin Feng watched the sunrise together. She had lamented that while the scenery was beautiful, the person wasn't. She had said Lin Feng wasn't the person she wished to watch the sunrise with. But at this moment, he evoked a sense of nostalgia.

As if that time would never return.

"A self-created sword technique."

Ziyi trembled all over. Many peerless geniuses cultivated techniques passed down by their predecessors. How many could create their own sword techniques, and ones as dazzling as this? It gave the feeling of being right there in the moment, a true comprehension of the sword, manifesting its artistic conception.

The collision between Ziguang and the Sword of the Crimson Sun emitted endless brilliance, piercing the eyes of the crowd. The power of destruction ravaged the space, taking what felt like an eternity to calm down.

Lin Feng's figure emerged, still in white, wielding his sword, arrogant and unrestrained.

"The Sword of the Rising Sun. I truly cannot bear to kill you. But alas, you have killed those of my Purple Mansion. Your death is certain."

The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion sighed. Though he was a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse, he realized his own talent was nothing exceptional. His cultivation had reached its peak. Lin Feng, however, was the true genius. Given a few more years, he would surpass him. The Xuanwu Realm was by no means Lin Feng's limit.

Some love talent, some envy it. The Patriarch had never seen such a genius as Lin Feng, and his descendants were far behind. He had always hoped for a talented successor, but instead of a successor, he found an enemy of the Purple Mansion.

The Patriarch truly wanted to slap Ziyin for not making friends with such a person but instead making an enemy. It was too foolish, simply unforgivable.

"Let's get started," Lin Feng said indifferently.

"Very well, perish," the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion said calmly. Stepping forward, his figure crossed directly in front of Lin Feng, a palm imbued with purple true element power directly cleaving toward him.

The hearts of the crowd tightened. Lin Feng was about to collide with the mighty presence of the Xuanwu Realm.

"The Sword of Illumination."

A low chant emanated from Lin Feng's mouth, and an incredibly dazzling light radiated from his sword, bursting with boundless eruptive power. This sword, radiant and magnificent, was like the sun in the sky at noon, ruthless and powerful, illuminating everything—the Sword of the Sun.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

The sound of space being torn apart echoed, accompanied by the lingering aura of death swirling around the sword. This sword was Lin Feng's enlightenment, infused with the artistic conception of annihilation.

This sword, shining like the sun, swift as light.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura swept over as the Sword of the Sun drew closer. The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion stepped back, a mighty presence in front of Lin Feng, actually retreating, albeit just a small step to the side.

"Shadow Kill!"

Lin Feng's sword didn't stop there. The Cross Shadow Kill technique was unleashed, his body suddenly disappearing, turning into a shadow, as if he had vanished altogether.

In the past, when Lin Feng rushed thousands of miles to save Duan Xinye, he had used the second move of the Cross Shadow Kill technique. However, at that time, he couldn't achieve complete invisibility. But now, having reached the state of unity between man and nature, when the Shadow Kill was executed, he seemed to disappear completely, leaving only the power of destruction.

"Ziji!"

Feeling the invisible force of destruction, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion's face turned ugly. With a low shout, a domineering purple light appeared, and purple true element light blossomed in the air.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

A sword pierced through the true element, and the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion's face changed slightly. Like a phantom, he disappeared in an instant, reappearing directly under the corridor, retreating again. The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion was once again forced back by Lin Feng, this time, directly under the corridor.

But there was no trace of triumph on Lin Feng's face, no pursuit. His gaze shifted, landing on Ziyin, icy and full of killing intent.

That one look made Ziyin's face pale, his heart trembling fiercely.

Once again, Lin Feng's body moved, without the slightest hesitation.