In early May, on the continent of ten thousand races, Blood Rainbow City was shrouded in a crimson mist. Chen Feng stood on the altar in the center of the city, beneath his feet a teleportation array paved with ten-thousand-year-old blood jade, with dark red energy flowing between the intricate array patterns.
The storage bag hanging from his waist was bulging, filled with rare materials such as thousand-year-old blood spirit mushrooms and dark iron obtained from the vampire clan's secret realm.
These days, he has been maneuvering among various forces in Blood Rainbow City, and even engaged in three life-or-death duels with the vampire prince, in order to obtain the resources needed for these breakthroughs.
"Buzz—"
The teleportation array suddenly flashed with a blinding crimson light, and Chen Feng's figure gradually blurred as space distorted. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the Emerald Teleportation Hall of the Elven race.
Glowing vines hung from the crystal dome, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of laurel. Outside the hall, Master Di Fengtian stood with his hands behind his back beneath a thousand-year-old World Tree, his long, silvery-white hair moving without wind.
"Master." Chen Feng quickly stepped forward and bowed, noticing that the power of law surrounding Di Feng was more than 30% more solid than it had been half a month ago. The faint golden runes moving under his skin were clearly signs of a breakthrough in the Fenglang Sword Technique.
As Di Feng turned, the scabbard of his "Mountain-Slaying" sword clashed against his jade belt, producing a clear, resonant sound. This human king, known for his ruthless nature, now held a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "Not bad, your qi and blood are as restrained as mercury. It seems you've gained quite a bit in the Blood Clan's forbidden area."
As the master and apprentice returned via the Elven route, Chen Feng noticed that the number of Elven guards patrolling the area had nearly doubled. At each Fountain of Life they passed, they saw the Elven High Priest reinforcing the barrier.
As they crossed the misty canyon on the border between the two races, Di Feng suddenly grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder: "Look over there." Dozens of claw marks, each over ten feet deep, had been newly added to the canyon walls, and the lingering dark aura was slowly eroding the surrounding rocks.
"The werewolf clan's Black Claws..." Chen Feng's pupils contracted slightly. "They actually dared to cross the border to such an extent."
Three days later, the morning bell of the Savage Martial Arts University had just rung seven times. Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the Enlightenment Stone in the center of the training ground. This strange stone, obtained from the ruins of the Dragon Clan, was covered with natural Dao patterns.
His body's energy and mental power formed a red-gold vortex, swirling the fallen leaves within a ten-zhang radius into dust. When the energy fluctuations reached a certain critical point, a paulownia leaf three zhang behind him suddenly hovered in mid-air.
"Your Qi and Blood, and your mental power have reached the limit of 100,000. It's time to prepare for a breakthrough." The voice of the Great Hero Bai seemed to come from the depths of the void.
This supreme human warrior wore a simple gray robe, with only a wooden sword hanging at his waist. But as he slowly walked over, the entire arena subtly distorted. Most astonishingly, the fallen leaves shattered by his energy automatically returned to their original state wherever he passed.
The moment Chen Feng opened his eyes, the golden light in them left two scorching marks in the air, almost tangible. As he turned to bow, three still-rotating, mysterious runes slipped from his sleeve—a sign that he had cultivated the "Heavenly Saint Transformation Technique" to its ultimate perfection.
"Thanks to Master's guidance." Chen Feng said, taking out a recording crystal from his pocket. The image showed how he used the Devouring Mystic Technique to refine nine fierce souls at the same time in the vampire ancient tomb.
Di Fengtianwang's silver hair suddenly moved without wind, and tiny ice crystals condensed at the ends. This was a manifestation of a celestial phenomenon caused by emotional fluctuations: "Cultivating two paths simultaneously is a rare occurrence in a thousand years. Do you know at which level of heavenly tribulation the last person to attempt this in ancient times perished?"
The training ground suddenly fell eerily quiet. A fire spirit bird that had strayed into the area froze in mid-air, even the flames on its feathers ceasing to flicker.
"The seventh level, the Chaotic Thunder Tribulation." The great swordsman suddenly pointed his fingers into a sword, drawing a silver-like trajectory in the void. "But that person broke through under the Ancient Tree of Life of the Elf race. And what we have prepared for you..." He lightly tapped his sword finger, and the phantom of the thirty-six tribulation-suppressing formations buried underground at the Savage Martial Arts University appeared on the ground.
Chen Feng's gaze swept over the array bases shimmering with ancient runes, and he suddenly chuckled: "On the day of the graduation ceremony, the werewolf clan's Blood Moon Altar should have just completed the New Moon Ceremony."
The moment the three powerful figures exchanged a knowing smile, the twelve stone statues surrounding the training ground simultaneously opened their eyes. These guardians, carved from extraterrestrial meteorites, were a legacy left behind by the first principal. On the surface of the jade slip that Di Feng took from his robes was a menacing crack—proof that it had withstood the baptism of heavenly tribulation.
That night, the moonlight shone like water on the top floor of the Sutra Repository. Chen Feng stood by the window, gazing at the sand table on the table. On the sand table, blood-red flags representing the four werewolf kings were planted in places like Raging Waves City and Black Bone Pass, forming a huge encirclement.
Standing beside Chen Feng, Master Bai lightly touched a spot on the sand table with his wooden sword sheath. In an instant, the entire terrain of the Northern Territory unfolded in three dimensions, revealing mountains, rivers, and canyons. To Chen Feng's surprise, the sand table displayed three hidden tunnels leading directly to the werewolf ancestral land.
"When the seven stars align, the heavenly tribulation will trigger a violent upheaval in the earth's veins." Di Feng's voice rang in Chen Feng's ears as he pressed a bead the size of a dragon's eye into Chen Feng's brow. This bead was a tribulation-avoiding pill refined from an entire spiritual vein, capable of helping Chen Feng withstand the power of the heavenly tribulation.
“But your true tribulation will not come from the heavens.” Di Feng’s gaze was piercing as he stared at Chen Feng, seemingly able to see through his inner thoughts.
At dawn the next day, before the sun had risen, Chen Feng arrived alone at the back mountain of the academy. He stood in an open space, took a deep breath, and began to unleash his newly mastered "Spiritual Finger." With a flick of his finger, a gust of wind shot out like lightning, instantly piercing the barrier on the east side of the academy.
The instant the finger pierced the barrier, Chen Feng keenly sensed a spatial fluctuation emanating from the shadows. Although the fluctuation was fleeting, his strength allowed him to clearly perceive it. A slight smile played on his lips as he thought to himself, "As expected, the 'Shadowmoon' tribe of the werewolves can no longer contain themselves."
That spatial fluctuation was a concealment technique unique to the Shadowmoon tribe of the werewolves. This concealment technique is extremely sophisticated, capable of hiding one's figure in an instant, making it difficult for others to detect. However, Chen Feng deliberately used the "Spirit Rhinoceros Finger" to break through the barrier in order to lure out the powerful members of the Shadowmoon tribe.
On the eve of graduation, three thousand feet underground at the Savage Martial Arts University, Chen Feng sat cross-legged on a suspended platform above a sea of lava, surrounded by 108 protective artifacts collected from various races.
As he circulated his cultivation technique, the Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart that appeared in his chest devoured all the fire-elemental laws within the magma. At that very moment, at the Blood Rainbow City altar, thousands of miles away, all the blood crystals simultaneously exploded—the contingency plan Chen Feng had left behind during the teleportation had been activated.
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