Chapter 106: Awakening (Fifth More)

Hearing the triumphant cheers like a tidal wave from below, Ye Feng's body surged with intense battle intent. This was his first time protecting the person he cared about entirely through his own strength. At this moment, an extreme sense of self-confidence surged through Ye Feng's heart. I want the one I protect to never suffer bullying. What about fate? If the Heavenly Mandate is unjust, I will defy the heavens themselves...

The spiritual energy within his body roared like a surging flood. This moment, Ye Feng raised his head to gaze at the sky, a peerless battle intent soaring straight into the clouds. Boom...

The next instant, Ye Feng seemed to hear an unusual sound, as if something within his body had been shattered open. Hmm, what's wrong with this heaven?

At the same time, everyone present detected the abnormality. In the void, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed drawn by some force, condensing in a frantic manner from all directions to envelop the stunned Ye Feng at the center.

Gradually, the external voices faded away. Ye Feng stood motionless like a block of azure stone, completely isolated from the outside world. In the void, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth grew denser, slowly enveloping from all sides and gathering around him.

Everyone's brows furrowed tightly, unsure what had occurred. Until Ye Feng was nearly surrounded by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a absurd idea suddenly surfaced in some minds: Could this fellow be breaking through?

The thick spiritual energy of heaven and earth was nearly solidified like morning mist. White spiritual energy mists swirled together above Ye Feng's head, forming a vortex that slowly poured into his body. Clang...

On the opposite side, Sora's face darkened. His curved blade suddenly floated upward. At this point, if he still failed to see what was happening, he truly deserved no better than pigs or dogs. They were already locked in fierce opposition with the Heavenly Martial Empire, so where was the logic in watching Ye Feng rise?

"Looking for death?" Xiao Ye let out a cold snort, his figure instantly appearing before Ye Feng with his sword poised, staring at Sora. Swish swish swish...

The next instant, dozens of young figures converged simultaneously. The Heavenly King's Alliance members brimmed with battle intent, coldly scanning the surroundings while shielding Ye Feng at the center. "Bullies my Imperial Capital without resistance?" Gale gripped an ancient long sword with both hands, standing at the forefront.

Sora never anticipated such a fierce reaction to his actions. Nearly a hundred young experts glared at him as if starving for flesh, their eyes predatory. Hadn't it been said that Ye Feng had always clashed with these nobles? How to explain this?

In the end, Sora withdrew helplessly. Leaving aside the nearly hundred Heavenly King's Alliance members, even against Gale and Xiao Ye, he lacked the confidence to prevail. At this moment, Ye Feng, encircled at the heart of the crowd, was undergoing a terrifying metamorphosis.

Two scenes constantly shifted through his mind: His father monopolizing the experts of the Holy Land, his mother's heart-rending cries... A man wielding his blade to slaughter in all directions amid ancient ruins, a woman quietly playing the zither...

At one point, the two scenes merged seamlessly. "Finally beginning to awaken!" In the Demon King's Realm, the Dragon Turtle Demon King, usually carefree, now appeared gravely solemn.

The sky had fully brightened, purple qi rising from the east with the sun ascending. Yet the spot where Ye Feng stood gleamed even more resplendently, as if countless stars had converged there, its radiant golden light eclipsing the newborn sun. But this was no sacred radiance; it was a domineering force like raging waves and storms.

The next instant, phantoms slowly emerged one after another around Ye Feng's body. Those nearby could clearly discern an ancient shield phantom initially enveloping him, followed by a dragon-shaped long blade flickering in and out of existence. Its front half was identical to the broken blade Ye Feng held. Facing the morning glow, utterly ignoring the world beyond his body, Ye Feng's mind was exceptionally serene. A million rays of dawn illuminated the earth and all living things, radiating beauty. In his mind, the scenes fused into one. At this moment, Ye Feng finally beheld the result he had long sought.

In the ancient vision, the war had concluded, heaven and earth shrouded in thick bloody mist. The ground was littered with corpses, an apocalyptic vista of ruins and broken walls everywhere. From high above, it revealed itself as a vast island, with the corpses of the middle-aged man and woman at its very center... Chen Heng...

Day followed night, yin and yang cycling in turn. The morning glow shimmered with vitality. At one instant, from the endless ruins and shattered stone, a clear infant cry pierced the air... Simultaneously, during that rainy night, the exact same cry echoed as his mother fell...

The images merged, freezing on the infant cradled within, its loud cries resounding. The setting sun does not mark true finality; after darkness comes the dawn, ushering a new cycle. Am I also part of such a cycle?

At this moment, Ye Feng seemed to achieve sudden enlightenment, relaxing completely. Regardless of any Holy Land or the young generation of the imperial capital, he cast aside all cultivation thoughts, thinking as an ordinary person would. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed slowly into him, endless spiritual power blending with his relaxed form. In his mind, the visions vanished, finally settling on the infant in the cradle. Destruction is not an end; the beginning heralds hope.

"Who can tell me what is truly happening?" Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with bewilderment. Ye Tiangya had arrived in white robes, a team of golden scaled guards in scale armor following behind. Gazing at the helpless, orphan-like eyes, Ye Tiangya sighed softly. He passed through the crowd and approached Ye Feng.

Puff...

Suddenly, Ye Feng seemed struck by a devastating blow, spewing forth a vast torrent of blood before collapsing heavily to the ground. At this same time, across several locations on the continent, multiple people opened their eyes simultaneously: In the ancient temple of the Holy Land, on the lofty throne piercing the clouds, the voice of the Supreme Saint Lord slowly emerged: "The Dominator's bloodline has awakened prematurely."

In a chaotic realm where space fissures constantly devoured all, three withered-faced elders, nearly at death's door with barely a breath left, sat cross-legged. Boom...

The three opened their eyes together. The next instant, the heavens collapsed and the earth split. Countless space cracks erupted simultaneously, the chaos far and high in the sky churning violently, accompanied by muffled thunders from the ninth heavens booming like thunderclaps. "The seeds we left behind have finally sprouted! We have guarded this land for ten thousand years and finally have hope..." With that, the three closed their eyes once more.

Chaos faded, thunder silenced. Above the ninth heaven, where endless chaos once reigned, a massive circular teleportation gate now existed. Yet before the milky white gate, three varied formations sealed it shut tightly.