Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The surrounding void collapsed in large swaths, yielding to a churning sea of blood that shifted like the stomach of some primordial beast. Waves of foul stench roared as they slammed against Lin Feng’s chest, carrying the crushing weight of the Ancient Emperor—a pressure heavy enough to strain every inch of flesh, every joint, and even choke the flowing spiritual energy within his meridians.
The illusionary sky possessed not a single star, holding only a dense, blood-clotted crimson. At the center of that oppressive majesty sat the phantom of the millennium-old Emperor, towering upon a throne of bones. The gaze he cast down contained neither fury nor a shred of compassion; it held only a chilling, bone-piercing might, as though intent on crushing the final shred of dignity from anyone daring to defy the might of heaven.
“Crack... crack...”
The sound of grinding bones echoed crisply within Lin Feng’s chest. Fresh blood welled from the corner of his lips, dripping onto the void floor and instantly transforming into dark flames before extinguishing. Yet, even as his knees trembled to their absolute limit, even as his towering physique was forced into a slight stoop, Lin Feng’s spine remained as straight as a war spear driven deep into earth and sky. He lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes locked dead onto that majestic projection, refusing to yield so much as a single inch.
“Power... what do you use it for?”