Chapter 1130 - 1127: Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting, Day of Departure

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Stellar Spin, one day quietly passed in this eerie silence.

The second day at noon.

Roar!

A faint beast roar echoed from Luo Feng’s Dantian, followed by a layer of crimson ripple spreading outward from him as the center.

Swoosh!

The crimson ripple, containing terrifying high temperatures, instantly evaporated the water surface into mist wherever it passed, causing the lake for miles around to boil tumultuously.

"Five percent release!"

A cold shout resounded, and abruptly, the spreading crimson ripple bizarrely gathered back, merging into Luo Feng’s body.

Buzz!

In that instant, Spiral Demonic Qi explosively surged, erupting into dazzling crimson brilliance, and the flame fox tail, which seemed real yet imaginary, condensed and began to burn fiercely, becoming real.

Sigh...

Exhaling a long breath, Luo Feng opened his eyes, revealing delight in his pair of blood-red vertical pupils.

"Five-tier Demon Form Technique!"

After nearly two days of cultivation and completely absorbing the remaining Demon Cloud Fruit, the Demon Form Technique finally advanced once more, completing five percent of the Demonic Qi release.

With the breakthrough in Demon Form Technique, Luo Feng immediately felt different; his whole Yuan Qi seemed to be boiling, with a desire to unleash it.

"Let’s try it!"

Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng stood up, his entire Yuan Qi operating at its peak, his right hand grasping forward into the void.

Splosh!

The lake surface split apart, and a mountain-like mass of water was captured mid-air, transforming into a huge transparent water blade.

The gigantic blade, nearly a hundred meters long, as large as a house, reflected multicolored rays under the blazing noon sun, resembling a crystal of glaze.

"Slash!"

With a glint in his eyes, the water blade sliced towards the lake surface.

Tear...

A sound like paper tearing echoed, the lake surface split open with a gigantic slash mark that stretched over a kilometer long and nearly ten meters wide, black and deep below.

Rumble!

After five breaths, the divided streams abruptly closed, sending waves nearly a hundred meters high into the air.

"No wonder it’s a ground-level secret technique!"

Watching the torrential rain fall heavily, Luo Feng smiled.

With his cultivation, he would originally be unable to condense a water blade a hundred meters long unless he truly broke through to the True Yuan Realm, refining Yuan Qi into True Yuan, he could achieve it.

But with the aid of Demon Form Technique, he easily accomplished it.

Now even Luo Feng himself can’t accurately gauge his strength, wondering to what extent it has reached.

However, one thing can be confirmed, even without breaking through to the True Yuan Realm, defeating an ordinary True Yuan Realm Martial Artist wouldn’t be too difficult.

Feeling assured, Luo Feng planned to get some food before continuing his cultivation.

Originally, he intended to catch one or two fresh large fish to feast on, but under soul power sensing, within a radius of several miles, there wasn’t a single trace of life.

Below the lake surface, it’s utterly silent, in stark contrast to the lively scene a day ago when he arrived.

"Could it be related to the Demon Form Technique?"

Furrowing his brows slightly, Luo Feng thought about the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox he saw in the illusion, that terrifying pressure that even made him, who understood Grand Momentum, somewhat unable to resist, let alone ordinary fish.

Having no leads, Luo Feng shook his head, stopped pondering, and took out some dry rations from the Washing Dragon Ring.

After eating, Luo Feng clapped his hands and took out the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber.

He plans to use the remaining time to start cultivating the Four Symbols Ultimate Saber.

Luo Feng speculates that his current cultivation, among the Golden Palace disciples, even if not top-tier, won’t lag behind others too much, what needs enhancing now is Martial Arts.

The styles of Sky Fire King Fist and Sky Cloud Step are both inclined towards defense, and their attacking power is somewhat lacking. Luo Feng’s two most powerful saber techniques now are the first two styles of Four Symbols Ultimate Saber: ’Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber’ and ’Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber’.

Though these two saber techniques have terrifying power, their attack style is too singular. If facing a strong opponent, they may become a weakness.

Luo Feng plans to master the third style saber technique ’Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting Saber’ before the New Dragon Ranking tournament. This way, he can achieve balance in both attack and defense, without leaving openings for others.

The style of each saber technique of Four Symbols Ultimate Saber is distinct from one another.

The first style ’Spring Breeze-as-Heart-Wills Saber’ is all about speed, the saber technique is like the spring breeze, capable of silently claiming lives.

The second style ’Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber’ has a fierce momentum, when executed, it’s like thunder in summer, under its attack, spirits are disintegrated, possessing the power to kill gods and demons.

While the third style ’Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting Saber’ pursues ultimate transformation, the drizzling autumn rain, unlike the thin and continuous spring rain, or the explosive summer rain, can annihilate all things.

Rain nourishes all things, rain kills all things, this is the change intent realm Luo Feng seeks to master.

Gripping the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber, Luo Feng stepped out, his soles treading onto the lake surface, causing layers of ripples on the calm water surface.

He found that the decision to come to Yao Light Lake for cultivation was right. Water is inherently adaptable, shapeless yet shaped, the most changeable element of all things in the world is water.

Walking step by step on the lake surface, Luo Feng thought about the cultivation Dharma Jue of Autumn Rain Soul Disconnecting Saber, gradually entering a profound and mysterious state.

The entire world disappeared from his mind, leaving only the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber in his hands, the water flowing beneath his feet, and the saber Dharma Jue flowing within his heart.

Time slipped away bit by bit, Luo Feng remained unaware, simply walking quietly on the lake surface, indifferent to everything in the external world.

Thus, a day and night passed.

Swoosh!

The sound of air tearing echoed, a slender silhouette flashed through the air, the airflow splitting open a long corridor in the clouds over Yao Light Lake.

The figure was armed with a treasured sword, with a graceful figure and an aloof, exquisite beauty akin to a lotus blossom unfurling in early autumn, her gestures conveyed calmness and elegance, none other than Ling Qingwu, one of the Shuang Jiaoyang from Linglong Hall.

"Where exactly did he go..."

Her gaze swept the lake surface, Ling Qingwu’s brows furrowed slightly.

Today was the day to set off to Group Dragon Island, she went to Panlong Residence to find Luo Feng, only to find the courtyard gate was locked with no one inside. Later, she learned from a junior sister guarding the mountain gate that Luo Feng had gone to Yao Light Lake to cultivate three days ago, and followed the direction to search for him.

However, despite searching several dozen miles, she found no trace of Luo Feng.

"Could it be he wasn’t cultivating at Yao Light Lake..."

Ling Qingwu pondered, deciding to search for another half hour, if there still was no news, she would return to the Golden Palace.

Awe!

Suddenly, she raised her brows, looking downwards.

The vast lake surface was like a mirror, and across this mirror, a figure was slowly walking.

Swoosh!

Ling Qingwu recognized the person and approached.

"Luo Feng..."

Within ten meters range of Luo Feng, Ling Qingwu was just about to speak when she suddenly felt a strong sense of danger, decisively stepping lightly on the water surface and waving her hand.

Splash!

As she retreated her figure, a crystal-like water curtain shielded Ling Qingwu’s front.

At this instant, Luo Feng’s vacant eyes suddenly emitted a captivating brilliance, cold and intimidating.

Drawing the saber!

Swoosh!

As the Emperor Yan’s Sky-breaking Saber was unsheathed in Luo Feng’s hand, the calm lake surface around him suddenly surged, a massive wave rising beneath his feet, spiraling upward, merging into his Saber Intent.

Upon closer inspection, this massive wave was composed of sharp and intimidating Saber Qi.