The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"All right. Now let me show you the true treasure, the blood of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon."

The Great Desolation Sword Saint vanished in a flash and reappeared inside the grand hall as if he had teleported.

Ling Feng hurried after him. At the center of the grand hall stood an ancient altar. The Great Desolation Sword Saint stopped before it and raised his head.

A crimson gem floated silently above the altar. A faint golden barrier surrounded it, sealing the scarlet jewel within.

Even through that layer of golden light, Ling Feng could clearly sense the overwhelming aura radiating from the so-called gem.

"The Great Desolation Domain Dragon was one of the Ten Great Ancestor-Dragons. It represented the power of order and rules," the Great Desolation Sword Saint spoke slowly.

He continued, "From this drop of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon's blood, I obtained a trace of the Power of Order."

A bitter smile crossed the Great Desolation Sword Saint's face. "Unfortunately, throughout my entire life, I was never able to truly fuse with this drop of blood essence.

"It is rather laughable. I once believed I had successfully created a Sword Dao of my own. But the truth was that I merely borrowed a portion of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon's power. Strictly speaking, that can hardly be considered a Sword Dao I created myself."

Ling Feng coughed and scratched his nose awkwardly. "I don't think that's quite right, Big Brother. Obtaining the blood of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon was an opportunity that belonged to you. Since fortune placed it in your hands, why should it matter whether the power was entirely your own?"

"Haha!" The Great Desolation Sword Saint laughed freely. "Little Brother, you really do see things clearly."

He waved his hand, and the faint golden barrier surrounding the crimson gem gradually dispersed.

The Great Desolation Sword Saint looked at Ling Feng and spoke slowly. "This drop of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon's blood belongs to you now."

He continued, "I told you before that because you cultivated the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art, there was a chance for your own bloodline to coexist with the bloodline of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon. I was not lying. The conditions are simply rather demanding."

Ling Feng looked at him intently. "Please explain, Big Brother."

To say that he felt no temptation toward the blood of an Ancestor-Dragon would have been a lie. However, abandoning the Blood of the Emperor was equally impossible.

As long as there was some way to possess both bloodlines, Ling Feng refused to give up, no matter how difficult the process might be.

"Very well. Then I will explain what I have in mind," the Great Desolation Sword Saint continued, "A powerful Divine Race bloodline flows through your body. This drop of Great Desolation Domain Dragon blood isn't pure enough to completely erase it."

"At the same time, the Domain Dragon's blood is extraordinarily domineering. It will most likely refuse to coexist with the bloodline already inside you.

"If you forcefully refine it, it might do you more harm than good."

"Fortunately, you cultivated the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art and have already reached the Eight Desolations Undying Body. And this makes the impossible... possible."

"How?" Ling Feng blurted out.

The Great Desolation Sword Saint smiled. "If we separate the inside from the outside, we can let the Domain Dragon's blood forge a Dragon Body while leaving your own bloodline untouched. As long as the two interfere with each other only minimally, or not at all, there won't be any real problem."

Ling Feng's eyes widened. "You mean..."

He immediately understood.

Using the Body Refinement techniques of the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art, he could transform the Domain Dragon's blood into an external source of power.

By relying on its strength, he could forge a Dragon Body.

From then on, whenever he entered battle... He would possess an additional Ancestor Dragon form.

The Great Desolation Sword Saint chuckled. "Since you have cultivated the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art, you should already know that it is fundamentally a Body Refinement Art that grows stronger by refining the blood essence of demonic beasts.

"The Domain Dragon's blood is far superior in rank, but at its core, it is still the blood essence of a demonic beast."

He raised a finger and lightly tapped Ling Feng's forehead before continuing, "Now, I will pass the complete Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art on to you."

Instantly, an immense torrent of information poured into Ling Feng's sea of mind.

The complete cultivation method of the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art unfolded in its entirety within his consciousness. Only after a long while did Ling Feng finally open his eyes again.

His face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

If this Body Refinement Art were cultivated to its highest realm... It could truly refine and devour even the blood of Divine Beasts. It could even forge the body of a Divine Beast.

For example, refining the blood of the Vermilion Bird would allow the cultivator to transform into a Vermilion Bird, while refining the blood of the Black Tortoise would grant them the body of a Black Tortoise.

By the same logic, refining the blood of the Great Desolation Domain Dragon might allow Ling Feng to transform into the Great Desolation Domain Dragon itself.

Of course, after the evolution of his Void Eye, Ling Feng had been able to summon other Void beings besides the Void Touch. He had even formed a pact with Yorick, the Void Witch Spirit.

The Void Witch Spirit possessed a similar ability. With a single drop of blood essence, it could perfectly replicate the original body, though only for a limited period of time. However, consuming the blood essence in that manner was irreversible.

Ling Feng had no intention of wasting such a precious drop of Domain Dragon blood.

Furthermore, the Void Eye was an ability that belonged to the Devil Race. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Ling Feng preferred not to reveal it.

While Ling Feng digested the vast amount of information, the Great Desolation Sword Saint waited quietly beside him.

Once Ling Feng opened his eyes, the Great Desolation Sword Saint smiled. "Well?"

Ling Feng bowed deeply once more. "Thank you, Big Brother."

The Great Desolation Sword Saint gently helped him back to his feet. "My road has already reached its end, but your path still holds limitless possibilities. Little Brother Ling, the future belongs to young people like you."

A faint smile appeared on his face. "I hope you will take that final step and create a truly supreme Sword Dao of your own."

With his eyes shone with unwavering determination, Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly. "I will."