Saint Realm, Stirring After Stillness

Saint Realm, Stirring After Stillness

Black-Corner Region, Sacred City.

This mighty city had not existed more than twenty years ago, yet it had now become the sole center of this chaotic land.

In the deepest secret chamber of the City Lord's Manor, space was wildly unstable, twisting and folding.

Han Feng sat cross-legged without a trace of Dou Qi leaking from his body, yet the entire chamber shook violently from the Dao aura he unconsciously radiated.

More than twenty years had passed since he entered the Black-Corner Region.

That was enough time for seas to turn into mulberry fields, and enough for a newly fledged Dou Venerable to grow into an existence that overlooked the entire continent.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Boom—!

A will like that of a creator god awakened within him!

Late Heaven Realm!

Achieved!

At the same time, the golden sun revolving within his body—the Dou Qi core of the Nine Yang Divine Art—finally reached perfection as well. Endless and self-renewing, a surge of Dou Qi more than ten times purer and vaster than that of an ordinary Dou Sheng washed through every limb and bone in his body.

Three-Star Dou Saint!

Driven by his Late Heaven Realm soul and the perfected Nine Yang Divine Art, Han Feng's cultivation advanced naturally into a realm that could make heaven and earth change color!

Yet that earth-shaking pressure lasted only an instant before receding like the tide. He perfectly drew it back into his body without allowing even a shred to escape.

He slowly rose to his feet. His body, slightly lean from arduous cultivation, swiftly became tall and well-proportioned under the nourishment of the Nine Yang Divine Art.

His features were still handsome, but the immaturity of his twenties had faded, replaced by the composure tempered by time. He was now forty-eight years old, yet looked no different from a young man in his twenties.

His long black hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and his eyes were calm as an abyss, as though nothing in this world could stir a ripple in his heart any longer.

He was quite satisfied with this answer sheet.

During the first few years, he used thunderous methods. Alone with sword in hand, he leveled the Blood Sect and destroyed the Eight Gates, hung the heads of Fan Lao, Yuan Yi, and the others from the walls of Black Mark City, then fought seven Dou Ancestor experts ranked in the top ten of the Black Ranking by himself at Black Wind Pass. After that battle, the Black Ranking ceased to exist.

Everyone who refused to submit was erased from this land by the most direct means possible.

Afterward, he established Sacred City, set down ironclad laws, and cultivated fiercely loyal enforcers. He transformed this chaotic land into an orderly iron-blooded empire, and even opened a spatial wormhole between Sacred City and Falling Star Pavilion in the Central Plains, allowing the two places to support each other and advance or retreat freely.

Over the years, the seeds he had casually scattered back then had grown into towering trees.

Chief Enforcer Mo Shan was an independent cultivator whom Han Feng had personally promoted from the Dou Emperor realm. He was now a one-star Dou Venerable stationed in Sacred City. The three Dou Ancestors and seventeen Dou Emperors and Dou Wangs he had subdued back then had also become Sacred City's core backbone.

For the last ten years, he had entered complete seclusion, cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Art to perfection and breaking through the shackles of the Saint Realm.

"Thirty years..." Han Feng murmured, his thoughts turning as he began calculating the time.

"I'm forty-eight now. That cheap junior brother of mine in Wu Tan City of the Jia Ma Empire should be eleven by now, right? Going by the timing, he should be close to becoming a Dou Practitioner."

"Teacher's soul should be close to awakening as well. It's time to bring them both back."

At that thought, a faint ripple rose in Han Feng's heart.

After prolonged stillness came the urge to move.

After thirty years of lying low, both his strength and influence had reached their peak. There was no point in continuing to sit here.

Besides, he always felt that his preparations were still insufficient. Soul Hall's power far surpassed what the world imagined.

Two girls from the original story, both burdened by cruel fates and deserving of pity, could not help but appear in Han Feng's mind.

One was Little Fairy Doctor, who bore the Calamity Poison Body. She was kindhearted yet insecure, living her entire life in fear and loneliness, terrified that she would poison her loved ones.

The other was Qing Lin, the timid maid with the Three-Flower Jade Serpent Eyes. Treated as a monster, she had been humiliated and beaten in Desert City, living a life worse than a dog's.

They were so innocent, yet they had to endure the deepest suffering in the world. Before, separated from them by the pages of a book, he could only worry helplessly. But now, he was a Three-Star Dou Saint, truly standing at the pinnacle of this continent.

"With this kind of ability, how can I simply stand by and do nothing?"

Han Feng's gaze softened.

"If I encounter them, I'll bring them back to Sacred City. In such a vast city, there will always be a place for them. At the very least, they won't have to live in constant fear or suffer endless bullying."

Once that thought emerged, he could no longer suppress it.

As a transmigrator, aside from protecting his own sect, this was the change he most wanted to make for this world.

Besides, it was indeed time for him to go out and see the world.

He had not left the Black-Corner Region in a long time. What did the Central Plains look like now?

It was time to take a look around.

Having made up his mind, Han Feng no longer hesitated in the slightest.

He pushed open the stone door that had been sealed for ten years. Blinding sunlight poured in, making him narrow his eyes instinctively.

Outside the door, Mo Shan, clad in heavy black iron armor and possessing an aura as steady as a mountain, had long been kneeling on one knee. Behind him, Sacred City's upper ranks had all bowed their heads and waited quietly.

They had all sensed that fleeting Saint Realm pressure. At this moment, every face held not only reverence, but an even greater fervor born from the depths of their hearts.

"Welcome the City Lord out of seclusion!"

Their perfectly unified shout rang through the skies.

Han Feng waved a hand, signaling everyone to rise.

"I'll be traveling for a while. Mo Shan, all affairs within the city will be entrusted to you."

"Understood, City Lord!" Mo Shan answered in a deep voice without the slightest hesitation.

Han Feng nodded. With a flicker, he vanished from where he stood, leaving only an echo that resounded beside everyone's ears.

"If anything arises, send word to me."