The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Ling Feng casually tossed Wang Bodang's corpse aside.

By sheer coincidence, it landed right next to Sima Xu's body.

It was rather fitting. The two geniuses from the Xijian Region who had both crossed Ling Feng now lay quietly together in death. At least they would not be lonely on the road to the Yellow Spring.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng sensed the changes within himself.

Both of his great sword wills had advanced once again, rising from the early stage of Minor Perfection to the middle stage of Minor Perfection.

The Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art truly deserved its reputation as a divine skill created by an Ancestral Realm expert. It was overbearing and terrifyingly powerful.

Before long, Ling Feng stripped Wang Bodang's corpse of his storage spirit ring, treasure armor, and sword, then tossed everything into his own storage spirit ring. With a flash, he and the Despicable Donkey swiftly departed.

This was not a place to linger.

...

A short while later, Xu Jie and Song Yang arrived.

What greeted them was only Wang Bodang's corpse.

"What happened here? How could Wang Bodang have died in this place?"

Xu Jie's expression changed slightly.

Wang Bodang had the greatest speed among them and had been the first to pursue the thief, yet he had only been ahead by around thirty breaths.

To silently kill him in such a short amount of time... just how powerful was the enemy?

Or perhaps... the opponent was not human at all?

This was the fourth layer of the Profound Sword Underground Palace, a place filled with dangers at every turn. If even Wang Bodang had been instantly killed here, then continuing deeper might very well lead them to the same fate.

"Brother Song, I'll concede this opportunity to you. The treasure is yours. Xu is taking his leave!"

Xu Jie's throat went dry, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He immediately turned and fled.

Song Yang snorted, his face equally pale.

"You should keep that treasure for yourself. I won't be accompanying you."

The two great experts were utterly horrified after seeing Wang Bodang's miserable death. Neither dared venture any deeper, and both hurriedly fled in panic.

...

Elsewhere.

"Hahaha! This time I've made an absolute fortune!"

Ling Feng was overjoyed.

Setting aside his other gains, that mountain of Sword Soul Crystals alone was already the greatest harvest of this trip.

Of course, there was also the ancestral divine skill, the Heaven-Seizing Sword Condensation Art.

With these two treasures in hand, Ling Feng was confident that he could raise his sword will to the Great Perfection level in a short period of time.

And once his Reincarnated Sword Will reached Great Perfection, he would be able to cultivate the Art of Reincarnation and Rebirth and command the corpses of twelve ancient Great Emperors as his subordinates.

Even the weakest among those Great Emperors would likely be comparable to high-tier Great Emperors above the eighth level of the Divine Destiny Realm.

Soon, Ling Feng finally found a way out and left the Profound Sword Underground Palace.

After making a rough calculation, he realized that seven or eight days had already passed since the opening of the Sunset Ancient City.

The Sunset Ancient City would remain open for a month.

In other words, he still had nearly twenty days left to explore this layer of space.

For Ling Feng, however, even if he gained nothing during the remaining time, this trip had already been more than worthwhile.

...

After leaving the underground palace, Ling Feng was once again teleported into the endless desert.

"I wonder where Senior Brother Gu Changfeng ended up."

He clicked his tongue.

The Sunset Ancient City was even vaster than he had imagined. The tenth layer alone felt like an independent world.

"Forget it. There are still about twenty days left. I might as well wander around and see what I can find."

In the desert, there was almost no sense of direction.

Ling Feng could only move according to instinct. The scorching heat and endless sea of sand always left one feeling irritable.

"Despicable Donkey, do you know of any other places in this layer that might contain opportunities?"

He communicated with the donkey through his spiritual consciousness. The fellow was incredibly knowledgeable and might have some useful suggestions.

"I don't know!"

The Despicable Donkey's face was dark.

He had gained nothing inside the Profound Sword Underground Palace, and that alone had already put him in a foul mood.

Ling Feng shook his head.

This damned place looked the same in every direction. All he could see was endless yellow sand.

"An opportunity is called an opportunity because it depends on fate. Since that's the case, I'll just go wherever fate takes me."

As he spoke, he casually chose a direction and shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

...

No one knew how long he had been flying.

At last, Ling Feng spotted several figures in the distance.

They seemed to be surrounding and attacking a gigantic desert beast.

As he drew closer, he suddenly realized that he actually knew all three of them.

Moreover, they were all geniuses from the Dongling Region.

The three of them were disciples of Yunluo Sacred Land.

Yue Huaqing, Wang Qian, and Ao Jue!