Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

"Not only that, but it's said that Ling Fei even fused his Cold Dao Mystical with his Sword Intent. That aura... even those from the Martial Vein who have condensed a Mystical Seed are wary of him. Now, many people are comparing him to the Little Sword God, Lian Shuang, and are looking forward to a climactic duel between them," Wang Haoran said.

The news had left him completely stunned.

Before, Ling Fei condensing a Small Yuan Pill was already astonishing enough.

And now, he had even condensed a Sword Dao Mystical Seed.

He'd done it through constant enlightenment in the heat of battle, no less.

This showed just how heaven-defying his talent was.

This struck fear into Wang Haoran's heart.

"I never thought a young man from our Great Tang Empire could be so astonishingly talented." Li Qinghou's expression was grim.

At this moment, a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

After all, the Little Sword God, Lian Shuang, was widely acknowledged in the Lingyun Sect as a genius seen only once in a thousand years.

Now that Ling Fei had also reached this level, given time, even Li Qinghou would only be able to look up to his junior brother.

As for getting revenge? That was becoming a joke.

"We have to get our revenge before he grows any stronger!" Li Yufeng said, his voice laced with anxiety.

If they delayed any longer, he felt that revenge would become hopeless.

...

"What? Ling Fei condensed a Sword Dao Mystical Seed?" Inside the Lingyun Sect, the Eighth Prince, Li Heng, was also shaken to the core when he heard this news.

"It's absolutely true!" The two Wu Brothers nodded. "It's said that when he first fought Huang Ping from the Martial Vein, his strength was unremarkable. But by the end of the fight, even Small Primordial Pill Realm powerhouses who had condensed a Sword Dao Mystical Seed were wary of him and didn't dare to cross him. It just shows how much his strength has grown."

"What a monster!" The Eighth Prince, Li Heng, couldn't help but take a deep breath. "No wonder Father-Emperor values him so highly."

"Eighth Prince, do you think he's really His Majesty's illegitimate son?" Wu Tongyou said. "If he is, then I'm afraid the Empire's Crown Prince will be him!"

With talent like that, no one in the Royal Family could compare.

Who else could compete with Ling Fei for the position of Crown Prince?

However, they didn't know that Ling Fei didn't care at all about this so-called title of Celestial Emperor.

"The title of Celestial Emperor should go to the most capable one. I cannot influence Father-Emperor's arrangements, so why dwell on it?" The Eighth Prince, Li Heng, however, was very composed.

It seemed he wasn't too concerned about the throne.

Seeing this, the Wu Brothers didn't press the matter.

...

"Heh heh, excellent, excellent." Upon hearing the news, Sect Leader Yuan couldn't help but break into a hearty laugh.

A fiery light flashed in the eyes of Grand Elder Fang and the others.

"I truly look forward to the day he reaches his peak!" These old men felt their own blood beginning to stir with excitement.

A long-forgotten feeling surged through them once more.

News of Ling Fei's achievements on the Martial Vein quickly spread throughout the entire Lingyun Sect.

This battle made Ling Fei's name ring out even louder.

Previously, people had only seen Ling Fei as an alchemy genius, and they held him in high regard.

But now that Ling Fei's Martial Arts talent was on full display, the mention of his name was met with looks of apprehension.

Of surprise.

Of envy!

Of adoration!

These were the special emotions reserved for a Martial Arts Powerhouse.

Within the Lingyun Sect, Ling Fei was no longer seen as simply a prodigy of the Alchemy Dao.

He was a prodigy who pursued the Dual Cultivation of Alchemy and Martial Arts.

As such, his status was set apart from the rest.

Even the other Martial Arts geniuses had to yield to him in sincere admiration, no longer just showing the fearful respect one gives a Pill Master they need Elixirs from and dare not offend.

...

「At the foot of Sword Cliff.」

Ling Fei sat cross-legged on a rush mat, completely enveloped in the sword light emanating from the Sword Stele. The light formed a barrier, preventing anyone from disturbing his Sword Dao enlightenment.

At this moment, his Heart Spirit was still immersed within the Sword Cliff.

Meanwhile, in a nearby pavilion on the mountainside, Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun and the others were slowly sipping wine.

They had been waiting for Ling Fei's Sword Enlightenment for a full day now.

Yet, they all remained patient, showing no signs of wanting to leave.

「Within the Sword Cliff Space.」

The figure formed by Ling Fei's Heart Spirit sat cross-legged in the Void, staring at the meteors that streaked past.

SWISH, SWISH!

Meteor after meteor streaked by.

This time, Ling Fei wasn't deliberately trying to grasp the Mystical of Meteor. His Heart Spirit spread out, gradually seeming to merge with the starry sky itself.

Before, the distant meteors and the Void had seemed unreachable.

But gradually, as Ling Fei's Heart Spirit expanded, it reached the very edges of the sky. The meteors now seemed to streak right before his eyes.

Ling Fei could now clearly perceive the trajectory of each meteor as it streaked past.

SWISH!

A meteor streaked before his eyes, leaving a brilliant trajectory in its wake. After it passed, it vanished toward the other side of the sky.

'You think it's vanished, but it has only moved so fast that it has reappeared in a part of the sky you can no longer see.'

'In other words, a meteor doesn't vanish in an instant. The disappearance is just an illusion created by its immense speed as it travels to a distant part of the sky.'

'It's all because of speed!' A realization struck Ling Fei.

'The Meteor Sword is also all about one thing: speed!'

Suddenly, everything clicked for Ling Fei. Every Mystical, every profound aspect, became crystal clear.

The Meteor Sword wasn't complex. Its Mystical was a single word: Speed!

HUMMM!

The moment this realization struck Ling Fei, the light and shadows before him flickered.

Abruptly, a meteor shower appeared before his eyes.

SWISH, SWISH!

Vast swarms of meteors streaked across the Void, creating a display of incomparable brilliance.

Each meteor was incredibly fast. As hundreds, then thousands, streaked across the Void together, their momentum became utterly immense.

As the meteors passed, they whipped up a hurricane-force wind. The Void roiled with massive waves, and the sheer power was terrifying.

"A shower of meteors is naturally more powerful than just one," Ling Fei murmured.

Then, with another flash of light before his eyes...

...the meteor shower vanished, leaving only a single one behind.

This meteor streaked across the Void. It appeared to move very slowly, but the fluctuations of power it released were even more distinct.

The meteor passed by as if it were right next to Ling Fei. The ripples it created in the Void washed over him, threatening to annihilate his Heart Spirit.

'A meteor may seem gentle and beautiful, but it's actually swift and domineering.' Feeling the fluctuations, Ling Fei's understanding of meteors deepened.

"Swift and domineering... a perfect match for my True Dragon Sword Intent," Ling Fei murmured.

He then tried to manifest his True Dragon Sword Intent, attempting to infuse it with the Meteor Sword Intent.

SWISH!

With a thought from Ling Fei's Heart Spirit, a draconic Sword Qi lunged forward.

'It's missing the essence of a meteor.'

'No, that's not what a meteor is like!'

'Still not right.' After several attempts, Ling Fei still felt something was missing.

'My method is wrong!' He quickly calmed himself, ceasing his attempts to manifest the Sword Form and beginning to think instead.

'Meteor Sword Intent, True Dragon Sword Intent… I shouldn't be fixated on any single Sword Intent. Doing so only creates shackles, making it impossible to grasp the true essence.'

Ling Fei's gaze sharpened. A sudden clarity washed over him as he understood why he had failed. 'If I'm fixated on one type of Sword Intent, bound by its constraints, how can I ever hope to fuse them?'

'Only by letting go, by achieving a state of emptiness, can I truly gain anything.'