Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
The atmosphere deep within the heart of the Imperial Mausoleum was suffocatingly still, as if time and space had frozen under the overwhelming residual pressure of the Ancient Emperor. The thick scent of battle qi, the sulfur of dark magic, and the phantom roars of tens of thousands of restless undead still lingered among the ancient marble pillars. Yet, the deadliest threat had not entirely vanished. Even though the Ancient Emperor had settled into eternal rest, the foul, purplish-black toxic blood left behind by the Black Vatican, Sharlock, and the Necromancer continued to seep from the fractures of the formation, insidiously gnawing at the ancient foundations of the seal.
Lin Feng stood towering at the central altar of the Imperial Mausoleum. Chilling winds howled up from the deep subterranean vaults, lashing his long dark hair into a wild frenzy with each breath he drew—breaths carrying an undercurrent of energy as violent as a deep-sea surge. His gaze was as sharp as a drawn blade, sweeping across the grand yet desecrated expanse.
“You filthy dark rats truly believed that leaving behind a few remnants of toxic poison could shake the foundations of the Ancient Capital?” Lin Feng sneered, a cold and contemptuous smile curving his lips. “Today, I shall use my own bloodline and magic power to ignite an eternal flame, burying your ambitions in the darkness forever.”