The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Hehe, kid, I'd advise you to accept your fate. With your level of attainment, you actually think you can challenge me in a battle of spiritual consciousness? I admire your courage, but courage alone isn't enough to accomplish anything. The one standing before you is an existence you'll never be able to defeat!"

The gray phantom's eyes flashed with boundless arrogance as he roared proudly,

"Remember my name! I am the Taia Sword Saint!"

A Sword Saint.

A lofty Sacred-tier expert.

Had he still been alive, he alone could have swept across the entire Dongling Region.

Unfortunately, after the passage of endless years, the once-mighty Taia Sword Saint had been reduced to nothing more than a remnant soul.

"The Taia Sword Saint, huh?"

A faint, sinister smile curved across Ling Feng's lips.

He nodded lightly.

"I'll remember your name. After all, you'll be the first Sacred-tier expert to die by my hand."

With a sweep of his arm, Ling Feng suddenly hurled the sword formed from his Sword Will directly at his opponent.

The Taia Sword Saint casually swung his sword and knocked aside both streaks of sword light.

A cold sneer appeared on his face.

"Kid, is that all you've got..."

His voice abruptly cut off.

At some point, Ling Feng had already appeared directly in front of him.

His hand shot forward and slammed against the Taia Sword Saint's dantian.

"Heaven-Seizing! Sword Condensation!"

A furious shout rang out.

The Taia Sword Saint's pupils contracted violently.

He stared at Ling Feng in disbelief before letting out a hysterical roar.

"H-How is this possible?! My Sword Will... my Sword Dao comprehension... No! No!"

"Hehe. Of all places, you chose to enter my Sea of Mind. Of all people, you happen to be a Sword Dao expert. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I won't be polite enough to refuse such a generous gift. Senior, the dead should stay asleep."

As he spoke, the Taia Sword Saint's body trembled violently.

His form became noticeably more transparent.

The immense Sword Dao comprehension contained within this remnant soul began pouring into Ling Feng without resistance.

Under the mysterious power of the Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art, it was continuously refined and transformed into Ling Feng's own Sword Dao comprehension.

In an instant, the two Sword Wills floating within his Sea of Mind began trembling violently.

They expanded at an astonishing rate.

They became increasingly solid and powerful.

After only ten breaths, Ling Feng clearly felt both his Slaughterous Sword Will and Reincarnated Sword Will break through from the Advanced stage into the Minor Perfection realm.

Even then, the growth showed no signs of slowing.

It continued rising steadily.

"Hahaha!"

Ling Feng was overjoyed.

As expected of the Sword Dao comprehension left behind by an ancient Sword Saint.

Absorbing it felt incredible.

At last, the Taia Sword Saint panicked.

Wisps of gray energy drifted away from his body and dissolved into the surroundings.

Each strand was swallowed and refined by Ling Feng.

The remnant soul became increasingly blurred.

Its power dwindled with every passing moment.

"Wait!"

The Taia Sword Saint roared in terror.

Only now did he realize what kind of monster stood before him.

This young man possessed a divine ability capable of devouring Sword Dao comprehension.

As a Sword Saint during his lifetime, his soul naturally contained vast amounts of Sword Dao understanding.

Those insights were inseparable from his very existence.

Now they were being consumed relentlessly.

His final remnant soul was on the verge of complete annihilation.

"You're regretting it now?"

Ling Feng sneered.

"Don't you think it's a little late for that?"

He showed absolutely no mercy.

The old man had practically delivered himself on a silver platter.

If Ling Feng didn't take full advantage of the opportunity, it would be a complete waste.

Unfortunately, the Taia Sword Saint was only a remnant soul.

The process did not last very long.

Before long, the remaining soul completely dissipated.

"Kid, I curse you! I curse you to fall into Avici Hell and never reincarnate!"

Amid a final hysterical roar, the Taia Sword Saint vanished completely.

Body and soul destroyed.

Ling Feng wore an expression of lingering satisfaction.

After examining his condition, he discovered that both of his Sword Wills had reached the peak of Early Minor Perfection.

"I absorbed the remnant soul of an ancient Sword Saint, and I only reached Early Minor Perfection? That's kind of disappointing."

Ling Feng could not help frowning.

He had expected at least Mid Minor Perfection.

What he failed to realize was just how extraordinary his Sword Wills were.

Not only were their ranks exceptionally high, but he possessed two of them simultaneously.

Reaching this level had already saved him over a decade of painstaking cultivation.

Yet he was still dissatisfied.

If anyone else learned about it, they would probably turn green with envy.

...

After regaining control of his body, Ling Feng immediately saw Despicable Donkey's soul form standing before him.

"What happened to the remnant soul?"

The moment Despicable Donkey saw Ling Feng's eyes, he knew the boy had emerged unharmed.

"I ate it."

Ling Feng shrugged casually.

"You ate it?"

Despicable Donkey stared at him in disbelief.

"How the hell did you eat it?"

"Didn't I just get the Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art earlier?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose and answered as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Damn!"

Despicable Donkey rolled his eyes.

"You're a complete monster. How long has it been? You've already mastered a secret art comparable to a Sacred-tier cultivation technique!"

Fortunately, he had long grown accustomed to the endless stream of absurd things that happened around Ling Feng.

His shock faded quickly.

Ling Feng merely curled his lips.

With the Eye of the Emperor, learning cultivation arts had never been difficult for him.

In fact, he felt he was progressing too slowly.

After all this time, he had only reached the introductory stage.

Had it been an ordinary cultivation art, he would have reached the Advanced stage by now.

Ignoring Despicable Donkey's complaints, Ling Feng walked forward.

Soon, he arrived beside the abandoned corpse that the Taia Sword Saint had discarded.

The moment he saw it, he froze.

The corpse belonged to Sima Xu.

It seemed the man had been exceptionally unlucky.

After being severely wounded by Ling Feng, he had apparently attracted the Taia Sword Saint's attention and become the perfect target for possession.

In the end, his soul had been destroyed completely, leaving him with a miserable fate.

Still, a person like him deserved no sympathy.

Dead was dead.

Despicable Donkey trotted over as well and said casually,

"Ling Feng, most of the stuff in the Mystic Sword Underground Palace isn't useful to this divine beast anyway. So I already looted everything valuable from this guy's body. You don't mind, right?"

"Heh..."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes.

Given Despicable Donkey's greed, he had never intended to search Sima Xu's corpse in the first place.

"Oh, right. There's this thing too."

Despicable Donkey's old face reddened slightly.

He took out a dark-golden ring and tossed it over.

"I couldn't open this. There's a good chance this guy got it from a sword tomb."

Ling Feng caught the ring and examined it carefully.

The dark-golden ring resembled a simple iron band.

Ancient patterns crisscrossed its surface.

The more he looked, the more mysterious and archaic it seemed.

"It looks like a storage spirit ring, but it's different from ordinary ones."

Ling Feng slowly infused a strand of Sword Will into it.

The ring opened immediately.

Inside was an enormous space.

However, unlike a normal storage spirit ring, the interior resembled a world of magma.

Even opening the ring caused waves of scorching heat to wash over him.

Despicable Donkey glanced at it once and immediately recognized it.

"This seems to be one of those Heaven-Forging Rings favored by forging grandmasters during the ancient era. There should be an ancient forging furnace inside, along with a large amount of Celestial Dao metals that have long since disappeared from the world."

He rattled off the information as though reciting treasures from his own collection.

"A forging furnace and Celestial Dao metals..."

Ling Feng rubbed his nose.

A hint of disappointment crossed his face.

When it came to weapons, he already possessed the Eradicator of Realms.

He also had the Twin Swords of Nihility.

There was no need for him to forge another weapon anytime soon.

At least for the foreseeable future, he had no use for such things.