The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Powerful waves of energy rippled outward.

Eight different colors of divine light intertwined and illuminated the surroundings, each radiating a distinct brilliance.

At the very center of those eight clusters of energy, a hidden doorway suddenly appeared.

"It's open!"

A trace of excitement flashed across Xu Jie's face.

The next moment, everyone rushed forward, scrambling to be the first through the entrance.

At the same time, the martial artists scattered throughout the third level of the underground palace also noticed the disturbance. One after another, they turned and sped toward the source of the commotion.

"Oh? The fourth level is opening already? Looks like I need to hurry."

The newly revived "Sima Xu" narrowed his eyes and shot forward as well.

...

"Kid, that's the entrance to the fourth level. It only stays open for a short time, so move!"

Despicable Donkey's warning rang out.

"Go!"

Wang Bodang barked and immediately charged ahead.

The crowd surged forward as one.

Ling Feng exchanged a glance with Despicable Donkey and quickly followed, unwilling to fall behind.

After a brief moment of blindness, everyone finally arrived within the legendary fourth level of the Mystic Sword Underground Palace.

The instant they entered, the three major factions separated from one another as though a clear boundary existed between them.

As for the disciples who had not yet joined a faction, they were swiftly absorbed into one of the three groups.

The fourth level was filled with unknown dangers. Having a powerful leader undoubtedly offered far greater protection.

Xu Jie in particular seemed remarkably knowledgeable. His performance during the activation of the monument array had earned the trust of many, so nearly half the people present ended up joining his group.

Before long, the martial artists of the three factions dispersed in different directions.

Naturally, Ling Feng had no intention of joining any of them.

Despicable Donkey had entered the fourth level before. No one here could possibly compare to his understanding of this place.

...

They continued forward.

The deeper they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became.

A hazy mist shrouded the area, making it difficult to see clearly and even easier to lose one's sense of direction.

Even Despicable Donkey took precautions against getting separated from Ling Feng. He returned to the Five Elements Heavenly Palace and communicated through their spiritual contract instead.

Not long afterward, Ling Feng spotted a sword tomb ahead.

"Kid, your luck isn't bad!"

Despicable Donkey's shamelessly excited voice echoed in his mind.

"Go see if there's anything worth digging up!"

"Uh..."

Ling Feng hesitated for a moment.

Disturbing someone else's sword tomb did not exactly feel honorable.

Then again, since he was already here, was he really supposed to leave empty-handed?

According to Despicable Donkey, the sword tombs of the fourth level were divided into several ranks: King-tier, Emperor-level, Emperor-tier, and Sacred-tier.

Above even the Sacred-tier supposedly existed Ancestor-tier sword tombs, though those were extraordinarily rare.

In truth, even Sacred-tier sword tombs were seldom encountered.

"King-tier, Emperor-level, Emperor-tier?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Are these ranks connected to a martial artist's cultivation realm? Does an Emperor-tier sword tomb contain the inheritance of an ancient Sword Emperor?"

"More or less."

Despicable Donkey curled his lip.

"Still, don't compare the Great Emperors of ancient times to the Great Emperors of the current era."

A hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"Back then, even a low-level Great Emperor could crush a whole group of today's peak Great Emperors with a single slap. The laws of heaven and earth have changed since those ancient ages, so the two simply aren't comparable."

Ling Feng drew in a sharp breath.

If that was true, then the opportunities hidden within an Emperor-tier sword tomb were already astonishing beyond measure.