Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 380
Lin Feng's Dominance: Resonance of the Primordial Dragon Pendant
Lin Feng’s footsteps echoed through the silent expanse of the Imperial Mausoleum’s grand hall. Every stride carried a weight of a thousand jun, crushing the raging illusions of the sea of blood swirling around him. The surging blood ocean, the millenia-old corpses, and the wailing ghosts whispering in his ears failed to shake his unyielding resolve. To him, the path of the Archmage had never tolerated compromise or fear. If history wished to test him, he would use his own sovereignty and will to rewrite history itself!
Right at the moment his final footstep came down upon the ancient stone floor, a profound, heavy brilliance burst forth from Lin Feng’s chest.
It was the pitch-black Primordial Dragon Pendant, an artifact long bound to the unsolved mysteries of his lineage and bloodline. At this very moment, under the terrifying pressure of the ancient emperor from a millennium ago, the pendant seemed to sense a supreme bloodline resonance, instantly awakening. A pillar of dazzling, golden light erupted straight into the nine heavens, tearing apart the gloomy, blood-stained shroud that had blanketed the grand hall for countless ages.
“Rumble... rumble... rumble!”
The primordial roar of a dragon—the most primitive sound since the creation of heaven and earth, carrying the lingering echoes of the prehistoric continent—reverberated through the mausoleum. That sound was not merely the bellow of a beast, but the grand anthem of a glorious era when humanity stood at the absolute zenith of the universe. Wave after wave of sonic resonance swept clean every obstacle within a radius of ten thousand miles.
Immediately following, a colossal phantom of a Dark Gold Divine Dragon stretching ten thousand zhang slowly materialized behind Lin Feng’s back. Its massive form coiled amidst golden clouds, its scales flashing with a sword-like chill, every detail vividly lifelike, radiating a pressure that caused the surrounding void to fracture section by section. The dragon’s immense eyes, like two ancient sacred lanterns, lowered to envelop Lin Feng at the absolute center of its power. The dragon’s breath and Lin Feng’s blood qi fused into one, indistinguishable as master or guest.
The aura of the Primordial Divine Body erupted to its absolute peak, perfectly blending with the ancient Dragon Soul to forge a dazzling, luminous protective halo. The oppressive, invisible imperial pressure released by the Ancient Emperor just moments before was not only completely neutralized by this new surge of light, but rapidly absorbed into Lin Feng’s body, becoming a part of his own might.
The illusory world before his eyes shattered like sea foam.
Lin Feng’s mind jolted violently. When he snapped his eyes open once more, his surroundings returned to the reality of the solemn jade dragon altar. The whistling wind through ancient stone fissures, the faint scent of sandalwood from millenia-old bronze burners—all of it reminded him that he was still standing before the remains and divine will of the greatest emperor in the history of Shenzhou.
On the jade dais, the Ancient Emperor—who had hitherto maintained an unassailable majesty—was now gazing intently at the Primordial Dragon Pendant on Lin Feng’s chest and the divine dragon phantom still hovering behind him. Within those deep, galaxy-filled eyes, an uncontainable surge of emotion and boundless admiration flickered. The monarch who had weathered countless brutal wars and witnessed the collapse of empires now wore a deeply gratifying smile from the bottom of his heart.
“Ha ha ha... Ha ha ha ha!”
The hearty, resonant laughter shattered the silence that had gripped the mausoleum’s grand hall for thousands of years. It was the laughter of a long-awaited fruition, the laughter of a flawless, unbroken inheritance.
The Ancient Emperor spoke slowly, his resonant voice echoing like morning bells and evening drums, brimming with iron will:
“The Primordial Dragon Soul... The unyielding resolve to safeguard the realm! Excellent! A junior truly worthy of awe! You are indeed deserving of becoming Shenzhou’s new generation of Guardian God!”
Lin Feng stood straight, his spine held high as he met the gaze of the ancient sage. He did not retreat, nor did he display arrogance; instead, he cupped his fists in a solemn salute to acknowledge the senior monarch’s recognition. This rare poise and dominance only deepened the Ancient Emperor’s approval, causing him to nod repeatedly without pause.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Ancient Emperor raised his robed hand and twitched his fingers.
Instantly, from deep within the jade dragon dais, an ancient treasured sword radiating a pitch-black yet razor-sharp aura that carved through space—the Ancient Emperor Dark Gold Sword—alongside a pitch-black jade soul-suppressing token inscribed with archaic seal script, slowly rose, suspended mid-air as they drifted straight toward Lin Feng.
The brilliant light reflecting from the sword and the token illuminated Lin Feng’s resolute face, highlighting an unbreakable, unyielding determination.
The Ancient Emperor gazed deeply into Lin Feng’s eyes, his warm voice carrying the profound weight of an entire era:
“This sword and this Soul Suppressing Token... I bestow them upon you! In my stead, pacify the great calamity, and lead this race to the apex of the world!”