Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The space within the ancient grand hall plunged into an absolute, suffocating silence. This stillness was not born from the absence of life, but from a supreme dignity that reigned over all things—one that made even the slightest breath feel like an act of blasphemy or daring disrespect.
Lin Feng stood upright, his palm still lingering with the warm, crushing weight of the divine artifact just bestowed upon him. Surging primordial energy blended seamlessly into his bloodstream, resembling a torrent of pure magma channeled and controlled by an absolute will. Every muscle fiber and meridian throbbed with exhilaration, undergoing a radical transformation. Yet, the euphoria of this immense power boost was entirely suppressed by an overwhelming, heavy, and sacred sorrow.
Opposite him stood the magnificent Ancient Emperor—a sovereign who had withstood the crushing loneliness and the relentless erosion of millennia. The dazzling imperial radiance that once enveloped that majestic figure now began to fade, thinning with every breath of the cavernous hall. Ancient silvery-gray wisps, smelling of distant epochs and the ashes of history, slowly rose from the hem of his robe, his brow, and hands that had slaughtered countless deities and demons.