Chapter 1719: Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art
"Despicable Donkey, you've got to be kidding me!"
Ling Feng was already thinking of retreating.
No matter how valuable a treasure might be, it was meaningless if he lost his life obtaining it.
A Half-Saint was simply not an opponent he could handle.
"Who's joking with you?!"
Despicable Donkey shouted anxiously.
"Kid, you probably don't know this, but these tomb guardian spirits are incredibly vindictive. It's already memorized your aura. If you don't kill it, it'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
"I..."
Ling Feng's face instantly changed.
What kind of insane setting was this?
How was anyone supposed to play this game?
"Forget you. Even at my peak, I probably couldn't deal with an Eighth-Tier Skeleton King like this."
Despicable Donkey paced frantically inside the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Right! That old fellow, the Tianbai Emperor, once mentioned something. All these undead guardians share the same weakness. Their physical power is terrifying, but their spiritual consciousness is relatively weak. As long as you destroy its spiritual sense, you've effectively killed it!"
"Destroy its spiritual sense..."
Ling Feng took a deep breath and nodded.
If it came down to spiritual consciousness, he could at least give it a try.
By this point, the Eighth-Tier Skeleton King had already crawled halfway out of the tomb.
What a monster.
Just the upper half of its body was already far taller than Ling Feng.
"Soul Splitting Art!"
With a single thought, Ling Feng activated the Soul Splitting Art.
His spiritual consciousness instantly surged a hundredfold.
At the same time, the Ghost Eye of the Frost Crow opened between his brows.
One Ghost Eye Ray after another erupted outward as though they cost nothing at all.
As expected, the ghostly flames flickering within the Skeleton King's empty eye sockets began trembling violently under the barrage.
"ROAR!"
The Skeleton King released a savage howl.
Its enormous skeletal arms slammed downward.
Crack! Crack!
The ground shattered.
Fractures spread across a hundred-mile radius while violent winds swept through the area.
Ling Feng dodged continuously.
The next instant, his Spiritual Consciousness Domain unfolded.
"Reality Reversal!"
"Petrifying Gaze!"
"Void Touch!"
"Ghost Eye Ray!"
A storm of soul-based attacks erupted one after another.
The Skeleton King grew increasingly enraged.
"Now!"
"Terrifying Gaze!"
At this moment, the Skeleton King had nearly pulled itself completely free of the tomb.
It had even drawn a ghastly white bone sword.
The terrifying aura of a Half-Saint caused Ling Feng's heart to tremble.
Yet at that precise moment, the power of Terrifying Gaze finally struck the Skeleton King's forehead.
Just as Despicable Donkey had said, the Skeleton King's soul was relatively weak.
Under Ling Feng's relentless spiritual assaults, the ghostly flames within its eyes finally dimmed.
Then they went out.
Clatter!
Clatter!
The giant skeleton instantly collapsed.
Bones scattered everywhere before tumbling back into the sword tomb below.
Thud!
At almost the same moment, Ling Feng dropped heavily onto the ground.
An intense stabbing pain exploded throughout his mind.
The spiritual consciousness within his Sea of Mind had been nearly exhausted.
The agony was so severe that even breathing became difficult.
"Thank goodness this monster had such a weakness... Thank goodness Despicable Donkey happened to know about it... Thank goodness I condensed a Spiritual Consciousness Domain not long ago..."
Ling Feng silently celebrated his narrow escape.
He had a feeling that this Half-Saint Skeleton King could easily defeat ten Saint Guis in single combat.
If that sword had come down just moments earlier, he would have died without question.
Fortunately, the battle was over.
The one still standing at the end was him.
"Kid, you've really surprised me. You actually managed to condense a Spiritual Consciousness Domain!"
Despicable Donkey sounded genuinely shocked.
He had not expected that during his period of slumber, Ling Feng had already reached such a level.
Ling Feng rolled his eyes and ignored him.
After resting for a full half hour, he finally managed to struggle back to his feet.
He took out several medicinal pills and swallowed them.
Only then did some color gradually return to his face.
"Hurry up and open the tomb already! Let's see what treasures are inside!"
Despicable Donkey was practically bouncing with impatience.
He had waited long enough.
Unfortunately, without Sword Will, he had no way of opening sword tombs himself.
"I just hope the reward is worth all this trouble."
Ling Feng let out a bitter smile.
To destroy that Eighth-Tier Skeleton King, he had nearly exhausted every last trace of spiritual consciousness.
He had come frighteningly close to losing his life.
After taking such a risk, receiving an ordinary treasure would be a huge loss.
"Hehe, don't worry. Treasures from an Ancestor-tier sword tomb won't disappoint you."
Despicable Donkey seemed extremely confident.
The next moment, Ling Feng reached into the tomb and retrieved a pitch-black imprint crystal.
Just like before, it appeared to contain either a cultivation art or a martial skill.
Without hesitation, he sent a strand of spiritual sense into the crystal.
Moments later, after reading the information engraved within, he froze in shock.
Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art!
This cultivation art was extraordinarily unique.
It was a secret technique created specifically to elevate one's Sword Dao realm.
Unlike the Art of Simple Detachment, which gradually improved Sword Will through comprehension and enlightenment, the essence of the Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art lay within a single word.
Seize.
Plunder.
It was a method so domineering and ruthless that it resembled outright robbery.
One could directly seize another sword cultivator's Sword Dao insights and use them to strengthen one's own Sword Dao cultivation.
Not only could it plunder the Sword Dao comprehension of other sword cultivators, but it could also absorb treasures containing Sword Dao insights or Sword Dao laws.
Those powers could then be converted directly into one's own strength.
Even spirit-infused swords could be devoured and absorbed.
Their accumulated Sword Dao essence would become nourishment, allowing the user's Sword Dao attainments to grow at astonishing speed.
After reading through the entire Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art, Ling Feng could only stare in amazement.
This secret technique was unbelievably overbearing.
It was savage.
It was unreasonable.
It was downright tyrannical.
And he loved it.
"Hehe. Wang Bodang, is it? A genius of the Xijian Region, is it?"
A sharp light burst from Ling Feng's eyes.
"All of you can become nourishment for my Sword Will."
A powerful sense of anticipation rose within him.
He had a strong feeling that before he left the Mystic Sword Underground Palace, his Sword Will would undergo a truly transformative leap.