Spatial Stasis, Spatial Overlapping Shadows

"What is Brother Lin Feng practicing?" Jenny asked in a low voice. 👮🔥 Claw 🎁🐊

Rebecca and Lina, who were standing nearby, also shook their heads, indicating they didn't know.

It was already night, but Lin Feng still stood on the deck with his eyes closed. If anyone thought Lin Feng was sleeping, they would be wrong, because there were always flashes of purple light around Lin Feng's body.

Whenever he had free time, Lin Feng would try to comprehend the two profound Mysteries of the wind element: "Fast" and "slow".

Lin Feng knew that Yulan would be in extreme chaos within the next hundred years, and only by improving his own strength as soon as possible could he protect himself and the safety of his relatives and friends.

Therefore, Lin Feng did not waste any time to improve his strength.

Lin Feng slowly swung his sword, seemingly light and powerless, yet even the space around him seemed to pause slightly.

Spatial Stasis.

Lin Feng swung his sword again, this time completely opposite to the previous one.

If the previous sword strike was so slow it was almost motionless, then this one is as fast as Ben Lei.

With a single sword strike, a series of purple afterimages appeared, causing even the space around them to tremble slightly.

Spatial Overlap.

"From slow to still, to fast as Ben Lei."

Lin Feng slashed the Violet Blood Soft Sword in his hand again and again, seemingly tireless. The purple afterimages appeared exceptionally dreamlike in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Fast" and "slow" do not refer to speed, but rather to a state of mind, a Mysteries principle.

"Fast" and "slow" seem to be two extremes of speed, but they are interconnected. Without "fast," there is no slow; without "slow," there is no such thing as "fast."

They are mutually dependent and complementary, yet both belong to the Profound Truth of Speed.

Lin Feng smiled as his Violet Blood Soft Sword through the air, giving off two different feelings: one was a swift and violent hurricane, and the other was a spring breeze that stirred the willow branches.

One move, giving people two different feelings.

It's eerie, contradictory, yet so harmonious.

On the fifth day on the ship, around noon, Lin Feng and his group were having lunch around the table when suddenly, "Boss, come quick!" Beibei's anxious voice rang in Lin Feng's mind.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng rushed towards Haeru's private room, saying, "You guys continue eating." Lin Feng then entered Haeru's room.

After closing the door, Lin Feng was shocked by what he saw.

"Hissing sounds filled the air as if tiny mice were scurrying beneath the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's fur, which bulged incessantly, surrounded by a black aura. The Black-Striped Cloud Leopard, with its eyes closed, emitted low, painful groans."

At the same time, the markings on the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's surface also changed drastically; one moment the fur on its four paws turned snow-white, the next its entire body turned black, and then its whole body turned snow-white.

Weird.

What's most shocking is the head of the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard; there are two wisps of air Black-Striped Cloud Leopard and one black, swirling around the top of its head.

"Boss, Haeru has been like this for a while now, and I don't know what to do," Beibei said worriedly.

Lin Feng looked at Haeru.

"Haeru," Lin Feng transmitted his voice.

"Master, I'm alright!" Haeru's pained voice echoed in Lin Feng's mind. Lin Feng suppressed his anxiety and could only watch from the sidelines.

Lin Feng focused his attention on the head of the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard. The most important part of a magical beast is its head, after all, the Magic Core is there.

Above the head of the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard, two streams of air, one blue and one black, swirled Extreme Speed. At times, the black stream would surge in volume, but in an instant, its volume would decrease, while the blue stream would rise again.

One after another!

However, Lin Feng was also shocked by the terrifying energy emanating from those two streams of energy. If those two energies were to erupt, the entire ship would probably be reduced to dust.

As the patterns on the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's body Extreme Speed changed, and its muscles and bones underwent a dramatic transformation, the two streams of blue and black energy finally calmed down. These two streams of energy flowed directly into the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's head, and then the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's body also returned to calm, and the patterns on its body stopped changing.

"Phew." Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard's fur was covered in blood droplets. The transformation it had just undergone was a metamorphosis for it, both physically and mentally. The Black-Striped Cloud Leopard opened its eyes and looked at Lin Feng with excitement and gratitude.

"Success?" A slight smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips before he reverted to human form. However, his clothes were torn again.

"Yes, Master," came the deep, cold human voice from the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard.

A bluish light appeared on the surface of the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard, easily evaporating the blood droplets on its fur, restoring its glossy Black-Striped Cloud Leopard.

"Not bad." Beibei floated in front of the Black-Striped Cloud Leopard and chuckled, "It's good that you didn't waste that Saint Realm Magic Crystal Core, otherwise..."

Haeru turned his head away.

He could guess that if he failed, Beibei would definitely ravage him.

"Alright, go out now," Lin Feng said after changing his clothes.

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On the morning of the sixth day on the ship, the ship finally arrived at the planned riverbank.

"We're finally here!" Rebecca, Lina, and Jenny's eyes lit up with excitement, but just then, a burst of excited laughter came from the aft deck of the ship. "Huh?"

Lin Feng, Sessler, and the others all turned to look at the aft deck, where the Barker Five Brothers had been cultivating.

"Barker, you five hurry up, we're almost ashore!" Rebecca shouted.

"They're here, they're here." Barker five brothers walked over laughing. Almost all eyes were on Lin Feng, and the five brothers' faces were filled with barely suppressed excitement. Seeing the Barker Five Brothers' expressions, Lin Feng began to have doubts. "These five brothers, could it be that another one of them has broken through?"

Of the five brothers, only the eldest, Barker, and the second, Ankh, currently possess Saint Realm strength. The other three are only at the peak of level eight in their human forms.

"My lord," Barker exclaimed excitedly, "Gates has broken through!"

"Gates broke through?"

Even though he had expected it, Lin Feng was still pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but turn to look at Gates. The usually carefree Gates was now scratching his head and chuckling.

When they left Yunfeng Town and boarded the ship, Lin Feng and his group had four Saint Realm: Lin Feng, Beibei, Barker, and Ankh. But when they disembarked, Lin Feng and his group suddenly possessed six Saint Realm.

Such terrifying strength—no empire would dare to underestimate it. Looking at Haeru, the black -Black-Striped Cloud Leopard beside him, and then at Gates, who was grinning slyly, Lin Feng shouted confidently, "Haha, everyone disembark! Let's set sail for the Imperial Capital!"

"Let's go!" the five brothers cheered.

Lin Feng and his group disembarked and set off for the Imperial Capital. However, this port was located in the central part of the Southwest Province, and the journey from the central part of the Southwest Province to the central part of O'Brien Province was nearly four thousand miles long, with many twists and turns along the way.

Such a long distance, even at top speed, would take ten days to half a month to reach.

While Lin Feng and his group were on their way, in the imperial capital, Crimson Flame City, most people were talking about the most dazzling rising star recently, Brummer Archisolon.

"I've heard that becoming a disciple of the War God might allow one to reach the Saint Realm. This Blumer is truly lucky."

"What's possible? It's certain."

In an ordinary tavern in the Imperial Capital, the men drinking began to talk loudly: "I was there when the personal disciples were announced. The God of War God had three personal disciples, and all three were Saint Realm experts." "That's not necessarily true," someone nearby retorted. "The War God now has 27 personal disciples. His first disciple was over five thousand years ago; he might even be dead. And who knows if the other personal disciples who didn't appear are Saint Realm?"

"You don't believe in the God of War God's strength?"

"Of course I believe in the War God, but are all his disciples truly powerful?" the man said with a sneer. "Cultivation depends on talent. Look at the genius swordsman, Olivier; he cultivated alone and he's still so powerful. How many of the War God's disciples do you think can match Lord Olivier?"

"You're not Olivier either. What right do you have to talk about Blumer? Besides, Lady Olivier and Lady Blumer are brothers!"

The people in the tavern immediately began talking about the legendary brothers.

When Olivia first entered the Sanctuary, she easily defeated the Starry Sky Sword Saint Tylon. Everyone believed that Olivia already possessed the strength to fight against the peak powerhouses of the Sanctuary.

Although Dillon was only at the Saint Realm Middle Stage, how could he have been defeated so easily if he hadn't been at the peak of the Saint Realm?

"I heard that His Majesty the Emperor will personally summon Blumer tomorrow to bestow a title upon Blumer," someone suddenly said.

"I've heard that too. Tomorrow, many nobles in the Imperial Capital will be going to the Wugong Palace." The O'Brien Empire is an empire that values military strength and military industry. The founding emperor of the empire was War God, so it's natural that this trend would arise. The Wugong Palace is where the emperor of the empire holds court and summons his officials in the morning.

The Wugong Palace was also named by the War God of War.

Many of the upper-class nobles in the Imperial Capital got up early, dressed smartly, and set off in carriages to the palace. The emperor was going to bestow a title upon Blumer on this day. This was a very important event.

The Imperial Capital bestow titles upon each of the War God's direct disciples.

For an emperor, having the opportunity to be bestowed a title even once is already quite an achievement, considering that the empire has had over a hundred emperors in its five thousand years of history. Yet, this is only the 27th direct disciple.

The titles were also fixed; it wasn't the highest-ranking duke, but rather a marquis.

"Becoming the God of War God's personal disciple, this blessing is far greater than the one bestowed upon me," Wharton thought casually as he sat in the carriage.

The status of a personal disciple is highly respected, since almost everyone who is accepted as a personal disciple can enter the Saint Realm.

Furthermore, with War God backing their personal disciples, naturally no one dares to provoke them. If you offend one personal disciple, others might suddenly appear.

Upon arriving at the palace gates, Wharton alighted from his carriage and followed the other nobles inside. Normally, there were only about a hundred ministers at the morning court, but on this special day, many nobles who didn't usually attend had come. The crowd was unusually large.

Ordinary imperial nobles were not qualified to participate; only the upper class with status and power could attend. However, Wharton, the Earl personally bestowed by His Majesty, was qualified to participate. The Wugong Palace, which was originally extremely empty, was no longer empty when nearly eight hundred nobles and ministers gathered Wugong Palace; the entire hall was full of people.