The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 672: The Devil from Beyond

Three days later, the envoy delegation from the Tianyang Empire finally left the imperial capital, and Ling Feng's life returned to normal.

Besides his daily lessons, Ling Feng spent most of his time training with the sword team, sparring with various groups brought in by Gu Tengfeng.

As the day of the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition approached, tension was building. Not only was Captain Gu Tengfeng showing signs of nervous anticipation, but every member of the team was eager for the tournament to begin.

This time, East Court's sword team was stronger than ever, and this battle would be their chance to finally prove their worth.

After careful consideration, Ling Feng decided to entrust the teachings of the Wuji Sword Dao, passed down to him by the legendary Sword King at the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder, to Gu Tengfeng. (See Chapter 298)

Originally, Ling Feng had intended to pass on these sword dao teachings to Ouyang Jing. Unfortunately, Ouyang seemed too content with his current state, lacking the fierce drive for power he once had. This was largely due to Ling Feng's overwhelming abilities, which had left a deep adverse psychological impact on him.

With the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition drawing closer, Ling Feng thought that passing the Wuji Sword Dao on to Gu Tengfeng might give their captain the extra strength they needed to compete for a chance against the Royal Sword Team.

When Ling Feng placed a silver ring in Gu Tengfeng's hand, Gu was momentarily stunned. He focused his spiritual consciousness into the spirit ring, only to be struck with shock.

"This... this is...!"

Gu Tengfeng looked at Ling Feng, bewildered. "Ling Feng, t-this is priceless!"

"Captain, accept it," Ling Feng smiled. "Consider it my way of giving our sword team a stronger shot at winning the chance to challenge the Royal Sword Team."

Gu Tengfeng clenched his fist, understanding the true value of this inheritance. A sword dao legacy like this was beyond wealth; it was priceless.

And the Wuji Sword Dao wasn't just any low-grade teaching. It was an advanced sword dao, reserved for only the most elite of sword masters.

"I..." Gu Tengfeng looked into Ling Feng's resolute eyes and gave a firm nod, gripping the spirit ring tightly. "I understand, Ling Feng. No matter what, I'll fight at your side!"

"We'll defeat these so-called legends and break the myths they stand on!"

Ling Feng gave Gu Tengfeng a hearty punch to the chest while laughing. "Good, Captain. Absorb it well. I made a promise to a great senior that his sword dao would not gather dust."

"It won't!" Gu Tengfeng replied firmly, clenching his fist. Then, unable to resist asking, he continued, "Ling Feng, with your mastery of the sword dao, wouldn't you be the perfect one to inherit the Wuji Sword Dao?"

"My goal is to create my own sword dao," Ling Feng replied without hesitation. @@novelbin@@

"I am not as good as you," Gu Tengfeng laughed, shaking his head. He was accustomed to Ling Feng's monstrous talent by now. Otherwise, he might have scoffed at anyone else claiming to forge their own sword dao.

Creating his own sword dao... What kind of monstrous genius is that?

Countless swordmasters with boundless talent had dreamed of creating their own sword dao since ancient times, but how many have actually succeeded?

...

After receiving the Wuji Sword Dao, Gu Tengfeng disappeared. Before leaving, he assigned vice-captain Gong Cheng to lead the team's cohesion training.

A powerful sword team required more than individual strength; with flawless coordination, they could double their combined combat potential.

In the blink of an eye, only half a month remained until the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition.

One day, an old acquaintance arrived at Ling Feng's Tianxuan Garden.

It was Wen Tingguang!

"Brother Wen!"

Ling Feng entered his garden, feeling utterly exhausted. Sparring with both Li Bufan and Jiang Xiaofan had taken a toll on him.

Jiang Xiaofan was an endless reservoir of energy, more like an unstoppable bull than a man.

But the more he sparred with Jiang Xiaofan, the better he could push him to unlock the hidden potential within his bloodline, accelerating Jiang's growth.

So, once again, Ling Feng found himself playing the role of sparring partner.

"Hey there, Little Brother Ling! Looks like the sword team training is wearing you out," Wen Tingguang said while sipping from a teacup and smiling.

"Not too bad," Ling Feng replied, chuckling. "With the grand competition approaching, everyone's going all out."

"Heh

"Oh?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "What's the good news?"

"Have you heard of the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons?" Wen Tingguang's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"The Battlefield of the Gods and Demons?" Ling Feng touched his nose, intrigued. This is a new term.

"Mm-hmm, you should have read about the Devils from Beyond in some of your books," Wen Tingguang said slowly.

"The Devils from Beyond..." Ling Feng murmured. "Yes, in the ancient eras, these devils were the deadliest enemies this land ever faced. No one knows where they came from, but they nearly brought our entire realm to ruin."

"Looks like you know your imperial history well," Wen Tingguang nodded. "Indeed, the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons is tied to these devils.

"The Battlefield of the Gods and Demons was the final stand where the ancient experts of that era drove back the Devils from Beyond. The battle was so cataclysmic that it nearly shattered heaven and earth. When the fighting finally ceased, a great power shattered the entire dimension, and the scattered fragments became pockets of broken void.

"The Battlefield of the Gods and Demons is one such void fragment. Five hundred years ago, a mighty figure from a sacred land pulled this fragment out of the endless void and locked it within the realms, establishing four portals, each guarded by the divine guardian sects of the four Dongling Region major empires."

"Wait..." Ling Feng's eyes twitched. "Another sacred land? Is it the one Wei Wuyan belongs to?"

"Exactly. Although the four major empires officially command the Dongling Region, the sacred land's powers are uninterested in imperial authority. Their existence stretches back even further than the Holy Tianbai Dynasty!"

Suddenly, Wen Tingguang furrowed his brow. "Damn, you interrupted me. I lost my place."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. "You were explaining that the sacred land opened four portals to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons."

"Yes, yes!" Wen Tingguang laughed. "In just a few days, the portals are going to open again. This is a rare event that happens every fifty years. Normally, entry to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons is reserved for the most talented young geniuses from the first-rank sects of the Tianbai Empire, but since you helped Lan escape her forced marriage to the Tianyang Empire, the Sect Leader decided to grant you a place.

"So, how do you feel? Excited?"

Wen Tingguang patted Ling Feng on the shoulder and laughed.