Point of Convergence
"Whoosh" The hot air flow came from the inside of the stone door, and at the same time there was a faint pressure. Facing this pressure, Lin Feng actually had the urge to worship.🔥🍮 💥💚
"This is divine power? Truly terrifying." Lin Feng sighed inwardly.
"Teacher, Lin Feng has arrived," Fain said respectfully.
"Alright, Fain, you may leave now." A detached voice rang out.
"Yes, teacher." Fain respectfully withdrew.
Lin Feng stood still, waiting for the War God to speak.
"Lin Feng, twenty-seven years old, a dual Saint of Magic and Martial Arts, has already embarked on the path of comprehending the laws of the elements," the War God's voice remained indifferent. "Lin Feng, you're quite good."
Lin Feng frowned.
He felt as if the voice of the War God was shaking his soul again and again. It was as if if the voice of the War God were any louder, it would be enough to shatter his soul.
"Thank you for the compliment, War God," Lin Feng said modestly.
"You should know, I've already had Fain tell you. There's a crimson token at the entrance. Accept it, and from today onwards, you're considered one of my people," the War God said indifferently.
"The War God Token?" Lin Feng thought to himself, glancing at the stone gate. There was a flat stone there, and on the stone was a crimson token. The token was slowly flying over and landing in front of Lin Feng.
There is only one word on it: .
Lin Feng did not refuse. After all, refusing the War God would be disrespectful to him. The War God was, after all, a god-level expert, and Lin Feng had to give him some face. Moreover, the War God Token did not have much binding force on him; on the contrary, it granted him immense power.
With the War God Token in hand, one is essentially War God, capable of commanding even His Majesty Emperor Joanne of the O'Brien Empire.
With such benefits, Lin Feng figured he might as well take them.
Lin Feng took the War God Token in his hand and looked at the crimson token. He occasionally saw golden flashes on the token, a material Lin Feng had never seen before.
The War God's indifferent voice rang out again. "I also witnessed your duel with Fain. Based on your strength, you are qualified to possess this token. With this token, you are qualified to explore the secrets of the Yulan."
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Feng stored the crimson token in his Space Ring and respectfully said, "Thank you, War God. If War God's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Lin Feng disliked the War God's condescending attitude when speaking to him and didn't want to waste time with him. Besides, he knew what the War God knew, and he also knew what the War God didn't know, so there was no need for him to pry into Yulan's secrets from the War God.
"You may step back," the War God's voice rang out.
Lin Feng immediately retreated, and with a light step, he flew out from the bottom of the cave, eventually exiting it. As he stepped out, a mountain breeze blew through him, and Lin Feng let out a long breath.
Under the oppressive power of the God of War God, Lin Feng felt extremely uncomfortable.
Without lingering for long, Lin Feng went straight down War God Mountain.
The Count's Mansion was very quiet. Sessler was cultivating in his room, while the Barker Five Brothers and Wharton were practicing in the spacious Training Ground in the backyard. The Rebecca sisters, Jenny, and Seventh Princess Nina were also together, chatting idly.
"Call."
After finishing his cultivation, he showered and changed into a set of dry clothes. Wharton walked contentedly through the Count's Mansion. Wharton had never felt so happy. His brother was with him, and he had married Nina. Hiri grandfather, Hillman, and others were also living a quiet and comfortable aristocratic life.
"Father, Mother, if you were still alive, you would be so happy." Wharton was very content, and also very grateful to his elder Lin Feng for bringing all of this to the table.
Lin Feng is the pillar of their family.
If it weren't for Lin Feng, would the emperor have given Nina to him? If it weren't for Lin Feng, he would only be considered an ordinary person in the Imperial Capital. At most, he might have earned the title of genius.
Wharton saw Grandpa Hiri lying on a deckchair in the distance, leisurely drinking fruit wine.
"Grandpa Hiri, where's my brother?" Wharton asked as he walked over.
The butler Hiri, looked up and smiled, "It's Wharton. Young Master Lin Feng went out early this morning."
"Not back yet?" Wharton nodded.
"Your brother is out there, what are you worried about? Your brother is a Saint Realm expert. Young Master Wharton, you should also work hard." Butler Hiri said with a smile.
"Hmm." Wharton nodded.
"Grandpa Hiri, next month is the big battle between Olivier and the Sword Saint of Rock Land. Are you going to watch?" Wharton asked with a smile.
"Of course! How can we not watch a battle Saint Realm experts?" Butler Hiri's eyes lit up. "The Sword Saint of Rock is the strongest in the Saint Realm; their battle will definitely be spectacular."
A look of anticipation appeared in Wharton's eyes.
"One day, I will become a strong person like my older brother, Olivier, Haydson!" Wharton made up his mind.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance.
Lin Feng's figure appeared at the courtyard gate in the distance. Wharton felt a warmth in his heart when he saw his older brother and went to greet him, saying, "Brother, why are you only coming back now? Barker and the others, as well as I, have all finished our training and are about to start dinner."
"I went out and met with some people," Lin Feng said with a smile.
Lin Feng didn't tell his younger brother about going to War God Mountain. In Lin Feng's opinion, there were some things that were better left unsaid to his brother for the time being. It wouldn't be too late to tell him after his brother arrived in the Saint Realm.
Lin Feng resided in a secluded courtyard within the Count's Mansion. Although the Count's Mansion's mansion's Training Ground grounds were large, the Barker Five Brothers, Wharton, and their group still required ample space for cultivation. Lin Feng thus cultivated in his own courtyard.
"Whoosh!" A gentle breeze was blowing, causing even the lush foliage in the courtyard to sway, and Lin Feng's hair to occasionally flutter in the wind.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged, mentally deducing the Laws of Wind Elements.
"This ' Wind Element ' is the foundation of the Laws of Wind Elements, and should be relatively easy to integrate with other profound Mysteries."
Lin Feng attempted to find the point of convergence between the "Wind Element" and the three profound Mysteries of "Wind Walk," "speed," and "slowness."
Lin Feng thought that since the "Wind Element" is the foundation of the Laws of Wind Elements, then if he wanted to fuse the Mysteries, he could also find the point of convergence between them through the "Wind Element". Then, by fusing the other eight Mysteries into the "Wind Element", he could comprehend the Laws of Wind Elements to perfection and become Paragon High-God of the wind system.
"No, no."
Lin Feng mentally simulated the Wind Element, repeatedly deducing and verifying it, attempting to establish a point of convergence with the other three profound Mysteries, experimenting and eliminating possibilities time and again.
Suddenly, "Haha, yes, that's it! ' Wind Walk ' is about merging your body into the boundless wind element and moving with the wind."
After spending the entire afternoon, Lin Feng finally found the point of convergence between "Wind Walk" and "Wind Element".
"Call!"
Lin Feng stood up, let out a long breath, and felt an indescribable joy as a gentle breeze caressed Lin Feng face.
Immersing oneself in nature and feeling the flow of the wind is a pleasure in itself.
The wind is formless and shapeless; it can be as swift as Ben Lei or as slow as stillness.
Lin Feng took out the Violet Blood Soft Sword and lightly slashed it repeatedly in the void.
As the Violet Blood Soft Sword moved, the entire courtyard was sometimes filled with Gale and sometimes with gentle breezes. The purple sword shadows reflected the sunset, and the Spatial Rift that appeared from time to time seemed to add color and life to the courtyard.
At some point, the trajectory of the Violet Blood Soft Sword became fixed. Its speed was neither fast nor slow, but each time it slashed through the void, it would tear space apart, forming a Spatial Rift.
Lin Feng, however, seemed oblivious, continuing tirelessly tracing patterns across the void.
"Wind Blade, Dimensional Slash, Dimensional Edge, Dimension, Dimension"
Lin Feng muttered something unconsciously, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
As the sun set and the moon climbed to the treetops, Lin Feng suddenly stopped, casually tossed the Violet Blood Soft Sword into his Space Ring, and then sat cross-legged to enter a meditative state.