Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 375
Lin Feng Unifies Eight Elements: The Eight-Color Divine Sword
The atmosphere in the deep subterranean chamber of the ancient magic palace had grown as thick as glue, pressing heavily against the chests of everyone present. The six pitch-black bone scythes of Sharlock—a slaughter machine known as an abyss demon—were screaming with ear-splitting, wind-shredding force. The distance between the blade of death and Lin Feng’s crown was a mere three inches. Bone-chilling death auras washed downward, tearing his robes to shreds and shaving away his sideburns. Yet, facing a fatal blow carrying world-destroying might, the youth’s back remained as unshakeable as a stone mountain, his deep black eyes flashing with a brilliance brighter than a million gathered stars.
Time seemed strangled by an unseen hand, slowing down to a crawl where even the floating dust motes in the air revealed their falling trajectories.
“The Eight Elements Converge... Arise!”
A deep, resonant incantation echoed from the depths of the soul, escaping Lin Feng’s chest. The sound was not loud, but the moment it fell, the entire surrounding space shuddered violently. It was not merely the voice of a human mage, but sounded like the supreme decree of a heavenly deity, causing all things within a radius of miles to bow and tremble.
Within Lin Feng’s vast and bottomless spiritual sea, where rolling magical clouds already reigned, an unprecedented grand transformation was underway. All EIGHT GREAT STAR SYSTEMS simultaneously blazed with brilliant light, emitting blinding radiances that dazzled the mind. The flawless resonance between the eight supreme elemental sources and the Primordial Dragon Pendant on his chest triggered a terrifying chain reaction.
First came the primary star system—reigning supreme with the blazing golden flames of the Nine-Dragon Flame Emperor. Ten thousand illusory fire dragons roared, raising their burning hooves in a furious surge. Next was the second star system, where purple-black thunderbolts of Nirvana Lightning surged and tangled across space, dragon-shaped lightning bolts striking wildly with the purest destructive force of heavenly punishment. Right beside it, the third star system—the silvery-white void of Space Power—tore through the folds of time, bending all conventional physical laws. The fourth star system, radiating a silver-gray hue, reversed the swirling currents of Chaos Energy, fusing and destroying old orders to give birth to chaos.
Without stopping, the fifth star system—the cold pitch-black of Night Demon Shadow—shrouded all things in an invisible yet razor-sharp veil of darkness. The sixth star system shone with the sapphire hue of the Myriad Beasts Soul Summoning, echoing the roars of thousands of prehistoric fierce beasts fallen in battle whose souls endured eternally. The seventh star system—the icy blue of Primordial Extreme Ice—exhaled an absolute chill, making space itself wish to freeze into eternal crystal. Finally, most brilliant and solemn of all, the eighth star system flared with the dazzling golden light of Sacred Light Blessing, erupting with holy brilliance that purged all evil and malice.
The eight supreme elemental manas, eight forces that inherently countered and repelled one another, unable to coexist within a single living vessel, were now being forced by Lin Feng’s own hands to fuse into one!
They surged from eight directions within his body, racing along his meridians and pouring overwhelmingly into his right palm. The elemental roars buzzed deafeningly against his eardrums, resembling the roars of thousands of fierce beasts trapped in a cramped cage. The condensed mana grew dense, transforming into a thousand-pound mass that cracked the space around Lin Feng’s right palm into spiderweb-like black fissures.
“He... what is he doing?!”
Not far away, Xie Zhaoyuan widened his eyes, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He was an advanced-tier wind-attribute powerhouse, yet facing the pressure radiating from Lin Feng, he felt as insignificant as an ant standing before a towering tsunami. His soul screamed with survival instinct, forcing him to drop to his knees in worship.
Tang Yue covered her mouth, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with panic and disbelief. Her body trembled faintly—not from fear of Sharlock, but from the overwhelming psychological shock of witnessing this anti-natural energy taking shape. The ancient tomes of the Mage Association recorded no precedent of a human simultaneously wielding, let alone fusing, eight elements of magic!
Mu Ningxue stood near, her long silver hair whipping wildly behind her under the elemental squall. Her flawless, delicate face was pale, yet her ice-crystal clear eyes shone with a bizarre light. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh, murmuring unconsciously: “Lin Feng... do you really intend to tear this sky apart?”
Professor Zhang, the erudite scholar who had weathered countless historical storms, abandoned all ordinary composure. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his mouth hanging open in slack-jawed shock. He trembled as he pointed toward Lin Feng, his voice cracking from sheer horror:
— “Eight... eight completely opposing elemental attributes... Fire and Ice, Light and Dark, Space and Chaos... This isn’t magic! This is defying the heavens! If this energy balance shifts by even a millionth of a second, his body will instantly explode into ash, turning into nothingness!”
Yet Lin Feng did not explode. His right hand remained as steady as a monolith.
Under the absolute control of supreme-tier spiritual power and the robust support of the Primordial Dragon Pendant, those violent elemental currents finally bowed in submission, intertwining to form a miniature five-color and ten-hue vortex right in the palm of his hand.
“Boom!”
A muffled explosion resounded through the air. From the palm of Lin Feng’s hand, a colossal magical giant sword exactly ten zhang long suddenly burst into manifestation!
It was a masterpiece of creation, a weapon humanity had never dared to imagine. The sword body was not forged from ordinary metal, but composed entirely of elemental mana compressed to the point of becoming a brilliant crystal entity. Across the blade’s surface, eight color bands shifted and intersected: the golden hue of dragon fire flickered at the hilt, intertwining with the purple-black lightning arcs running along the spine; the silvery-white film of space wrapped around it to form razor-sharp edges; the silver-gray chaotic currents roared at the guard; while the might of darkness, summoning, extreme ice, and sacred light radiated simultaneously in four directions, casting a brilliant halo that illuminated the dark cavern as bright as day.
The moment the sword was born, the entire palace fell into an absolute, breathless stillness.
The pressure emitted by the Eight-Color Divine Sword was as heavy as Mount Tai crushing downward. The space surrounding the sword was torn into countless tiny spatial cracks, emitting hair-raising hissing sounds.
And then... the miracle occurred.
The six razor-sharp bone scythe arms of Sharlock, which had been hurtling downward with wind-shredding speed just three inches from Lin Feng’s head, froze mid-air!
It was not because Sharlock voluntarily stopped, but because the force field emitted by the Eight-Color Divine Sword was too terrifyingly immense—it directly froze time and space in that area! The pitch-black bone scythes were locked rigidly in mid-air, resembling sculptures imprisoned within an invisible amber block. Even the pitch-black death aura surrounding Sharlock’s body was forced away in all directions by the eight-colored light, not daring to approach within a ten-zhang radius.
“Roar... Roar?!”
Xie Zhaoyuan swallowed hard, his throat parched. The scene before his eyes far exceeded the cognitive limits of an advanced mage. One man, one sword, standing amidst boundless pressure, freezing an absolute terror from the abyss dead in its tracks.
Tang Yue panted, her chest heaving violently. Her gaze following Lin Feng’s back was filled with complex emotions: worship, shock, and a profound, wordless pride. He was always like this, always forging miracles from places that seemed like absolute despair.
Mu Ningxue smiled softly—a rare smile blooming on her lips as exquisite as an ice blossom in the dead of winter, yet her eyes gleamed with resolute determination. She knew that wherever this man went, the world would have to lower its head in submission.
In stark contrast to the shock and admiration of Lin Feng’s group, the war machine from the abyss—the demon Sharlock—was currently undergoing the most horrifying nightmare of its existence.
Sharlock’s hideous, mangled face, covered in bulging muscles and oozing black blood, completely altered expression. Its blood-red eyes, like two pools of hellfire, bulged outward, staring fixedly at the eight-colored giant sword hovering right before it. Its prior arrogance, frenzy, and cruelty had vanished completely, replaced by extreme terror—a primitive, instinctive dread deeply embedded in the marrow of a high-tier abyssal creature confronting its ultimate natural predator.
Sharlock opened its gaping maw wide, emitting intermittent, rattling screeches, stammering incoherently in a throat filled with blood and mucus:
— “Eight... Eight Elements Fusing?! You... you are not human... You... You are a God-Demon!!”
Sharlock’s terrified screams reverberated across the surrounding stone walls, carrying the boundless despair of an abyssal ruler who had just realized its pathetic insignificance before absolute human might.
Lin Feng stood there, the corner of his lips curling into a cold, icy smile. His right hand clenched tightly around the hilt of the Eight-Color Divine Sword, an endless surge of power flowing from the weapon into his bloodstream, igniting his entire handsome frame with a towering battle intent.
“God-Demon or not, you will soon verify it yourself.”
Lin Feng’s voice was warm yet carried a razor-sharp murderous intent, echoing through the silent cavern.
His fingertips twitched slightly, and the brilliant eight-colored blade began to vibrate violently, emitting crisp chimes like a great temple bell. The surrounding space cracked into even deeper abysses. The imprisoned scythe arms of Sharlock began to sprout tiny fractures across their bleached white bone surfaces.
The breath of death had changed hands. At this moment, the one trembling was no longer Lin Feng or his comrades, but the vicious monster standing on the brink of total annihilation.
A punishment known as the Eight-Color Divine Sword was about to descend, sweeping everything into ashes!