Chapter 1787 - 958: Patterns
In front of Lin Feng was a plaza, surrounded by magnificent pavilions and towers.
At this moment, a female voice echoed in Lin Feng’s mind: "Young master, do not panic; you are now seeing the world of your past life."
Lin Feng looked up into the vast sky above, where a magnificent palace once stood; he had never been here before.
Suddenly, two rays of light emerged, flashing with a powerful radiance as if they were chasing and striking each other.
A beam of brilliance surged from the hand of one cultivator, while the other responded with a formidable burst of energy.
The two energies collided, and waves rippled through the sky—a tumultuous spectacle of energy and residual power.
As the two figures fought, they ended up on the plaza where Lin Feng stood.
Lin Feng watched their battle, though it seemed as if they did not notice him at all.
One of them was wearing silver armor, wielding a divine sword, looking extraordinarily heroic, while the other wore a mask, seemingly unwilling to be seen.
The armored man and the masked figure landed without ceasing their onslaught.
The armored man’s divine sword stood before him, emitting a fierce cold light, as if it had just been unearthed from a thousand-year-old ice.
The divine sword contained limitless energy, enough to freeze the entire world if fully unleashed.
Lin Feng was not concerned with the sword; what preoccupied him was how to escape from this battle.
He walked to the center of the plaza, raising his hands to signal to both parties: "Stop fighting, can’t you see there’s someone else here?"
But neither the armored man nor the masked figure stopped; as soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, they charged at each other again, exuding tremendous auras of unknown cultivation levels that Lin Feng had never reached.
In a blink, overwhelming energy surged toward them; as the two figures reached Lin Feng, he hurriedly gathered his own energy for defense, knowing its futility but considering non-resistance foolish.
At this moment, the armored man swung his divine sword, its blade imbued with devastating earthly energy, capable of easily destroying an Eight Spirit Knot being, leaving Lin Feng with no choice but to await death...
Meanwhile, the other conjured supreme radiant light between his hands, holding a seven-colored heavenly meteor, an ultimate treasure from Ancient Times, capable of transforming into any divine weapon.
The seven-colored heavenly meteor released energy more formidable than the divine sword, transforming into a demon sword emanating red energy.
The demon sword was uniquely shaped, exceptionally exquisite.
In that instant, Lin Feng was left dumbfounded, his mind recalling the top-ranking treasure sword from the Hundred Sword List, filling him with astonishment.
He never expected that the sword, missing for a millennium, would appear now.
The two swords collided, passing straight through Lin Feng’s body, releasing pale blue and blood-red will-o’-the-wisps—manifestations of their energies—blending into a magnificent dispersion.
He anticipated a shockwave, yet it never came; facing the two masters stronger than himself, Lin Feng remained unscathed.
Only then did he remember that he was in the past, in a world not real, crafted by the Illusion Sound Pavilion’s lady for prediction.
Understanding this reason, Lin Feng relaxed, observing the duo in detail, as they posed no harm to him, leaving him fearless.
First, he looked at the masked figure, whose mask bore ancient patterns similar to those worn by the Sect Leader of Star Fall Mountain.
But Lin Feng couldn’t recall where he had seen them before, straining his memory.
Members of Star Fall Mountain always wore plain white masks, devoid of decoration. The masked man’s build, however, resembled the Sect Leader’s.
As Lin Feng pondered, the masked figure seemed to notice him.
A sharp gaze directly fixated on Lin Feng, sending a chill down his spine.
Mysteriously though, the masked figure turned his gaze back to the armored man.
In that lapse, the armored man’s divine sword gravely injured the masked figure.
Despite being wounded by the divine sword’s power, the masked figure retaliated with the demon sword in hand, targeting the armored man.
The demon sword unleashed unparalleled might, burning like fire with the heavenly meteor bright fire from the seven-colored heavenly meteor, containing the energy of the earth fire system.
This fire element energy manifested intense burning power, used by cultivators to reforge the seven-colored heavenly meteor, allowing it to transform into any precious artifact under heaven.