Gradually, as Tang Feng became numb from the ice, several white lines quietly formed on the Clear Sky Hammer.
Those patterns looked like the blood-red patterns on the surface of the Hell Slaughter Arena when Hell Road was activated, only much smaller and white.
As Tang Feng tried to sense the white patterns, a surge of white light suddenly spread out, released from the Clear Sky Hammer. But soon, the white light turned colorless. Tang Feng's perception of the surrounding world also immediately changed.
The Divine Slaughter's Domain Divine Slaughter's Domain, is this what it is?
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Feng awoke from his pain, as if from a long dream.
At this moment, there was no smell of blood, nor the low-hanging purple moon in the sky; only fresh, moist air, carrying the fragrance of grass and earth, rushed towards us.
Tang Feng opened his eyes and found himself lying on a soft grassy field at the foot of the mountain. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and dappled his face, warm and comforting, as if he had been transported to another world.
His Soul Power quietly returned, and the Clear Sky Hammer automatically appeared in his palm. The restless killing intent that had been raging in the Slaughter City subsided, and the inexplicable fluctuations in his Martial Soul also disappeared. Pain, exhaustion, bloodshed... all seemed to have been left behind. Tang Feng sat up, and a mountain breeze swept by in the distance, bringing a long-lost tranquility and peace.
All the pain had vanished, replaced by a feeling of pure comfort. The familiar fluctuations of Soul Power and the sensations of Soul Skill returned to his body.
" Feng'er, are you awake?" Tang Lie's voice came from the side. He was walking over on the grass, and the suffocating murderous aura on his body was gone.
The year and four months of hellish ordeal had brought about tremendous changes in the grandfather and grandson's mindset, but now they were finally able to breathe a breath of free air.
"Grandpa, you also obtained the Divine Slaughter's Domain, right?" Tang Feng asked.
Tang Lie nodded, a hint of curiosity and uncertainty on his face. "The effect is still unclear, shall we give it a try?"
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their Divine Slaughter's Domain. White killing intent surged forth like a tide, carrying a chilling majesty.
They quickly concluded that the effect of the Divine Slaughter's Domain was its aura. This aura and pressure formed by killing intent would weaken the opponent's strength by 10%, while they themselves could unleash 110% of their power.
Furthermore, as the Martial Soul grows and killing intent accumulates, this ratio will increase, eventually reaching 120%.
Both of them smiled with delight. This adventure was well worth it. They both obtained the Divine Slaughter's Domain, which was very compatible with the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, and also obtained three priceless Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Although their Soul Power hasn't increased much—Grandpa Tang Lie's Soul Power Level hasn't increased and is currently at the peak of Level 95, while Tang Feng has only increased his Soul Power by a little over two levels and is currently at the peak of level 59—both of them should break through in about one or two months.
However, both of them have greatly improved their combat abilities, and their fighting power is probably more than three times what it used to be. In particular, Grandpa Tang Lie, with the added bonus of three Soul Bone and the Divine Slaughter's Domain, is probably able to compete with the sect master Tang Xiao, who is at level ninety-seven.
However, a new problem has arisen: the murderous aura of the two is currently leaking out significantly and cannot be fully controlled.
Because the grandfather and grandson entered the Slaughter City together, they always had a close relative they could completely trust by their side. They did not lose the warmth of their humanity; on the contrary, after experiencing life-and-death trials, their relationship became even closer.
Therefore, both of them controlled their murderous aura quite well, and it didn't leak out too much, but they still attracted attention wherever they went.
Tang Feng estimated that it would take the two of them several months to fully control it. He frowned and said calmly, "Grandpa, how can we navigate the world of Soul Master with our aura flowing out like this? We need to find a way to completely control it."
Tang Lie pondered for a moment and said, " Feng'er, you're right. Back then, when Tang Hao left the Slaughter City, it was Yuehua's ' Noble Ring Domain ' that helped him suppress his killing intent. I think we need to go find Yuehua too."
Tang Feng shook his head and said, "We are still a long way from Heaven Dou City. If we return to Heaven Dou City now, with our obvious killing intent, we will definitely be targeted by the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire."
Tang Lie nodded, unable to think of a good solution for the moment, and the two fell into deep thought.
After a moment, Tang Feng looked up to the north and said, "This place isn't far from the Far North. It's sparsely populated, covered in ice and snow all year round, and the weather is extremely cold. Perhaps it can help us fully control our killing intent. Why don't we go to the outskirts of the Far North, find a secluded place to cultivate for a while, and then go back when we can fully control our killing intent?"
Tang Lie's eyes lit up. " Feng'er, great idea! Even Soul Beast are scarce in the Far North, making it perfect for quiet cultivation."
Before leaving, Tang Feng took one last look at the place. He had originally wanted to go back to the Slaughter City Tang Feng investigate the reason for the strange movement of the Martial Soul, but controlling the killing intent was more important for now. He would come back to find out more when he had the chance in the future.
Having made up their minds, they didn't delay any longer. The Dragon Flame Wings unfurled behind them, and the two transformed into two streaks of dark red light, heading straight for the Far North.
At their speed, they traversed the vast mountains of the northern border of Heaven Dou in half a day, arriving at the outer edge of the Far North.
Before you stands a solitary peak embraced by cedar trees. The summit has been sculpted into a platform by millennia of accumulated snow, with a natural cave recessed into it. The cave entrance faces south, sheltered from the wind, and from there, you can see the vast snow-covered plain stretching as far as the eye can see.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Tang Lie unleashed Titled Douluo gale that swept away the ice, snow, and rubble that had accumulated in the cave for a century; Tang Feng then summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, its hammer blows as sharp as chisels, quickly smoothing the cave walls to a mirror-like finish, and carving out a stone table and two stone stools.
In less than half an hour, a simple yet warm "home" was taking shape.
Time seemed to slow down here. Tang Feng and his grandfather did not choose to bury themselves in arduous cultivation, but instead entrusted their bodies and minds to this pure land, finding a precious peace in their simple lives.
Tang Feng found a piece of warm, smooth wood and carefully carved it with a carving knife; he also cut out a flat piece of jade and carved a chessboard with crisscrossing lines on it. A set of exquisite chess pieces, carrying the wisdom of a previous civilization, appeared in the icy mountain cave of the Douluo Continent.
"This is called a 'cannon,' which hits across a mountain; this is called a 'horse,' which moves in an L-shape." Tang Feng patiently explained the mysteries of the "chariot, horse, and cannon" and the "Chu River and Han Border" one by one.
At first, Grandpa stroked his beard, his brows furrowed, staring at the chessboard as if he didn't quite understand, but he was soon captivated by the intricate strategies within that small space.
An old man and a young boy sat facing each other at the cave entrance, the teapot on the clay stove beside them bubbling and steaming up warm mist carrying the fragrance of pine needles.
The crisp sound of chess pieces landing on the homemade chessboard echoed the distant sound of wind and snow outside the cave, creating a tranquil rhythm.
The life I dreamed of in my past life has come true in this strange world.
Having been in the Douluo Continent for just seventeen years, I can finally relax and enjoy this rare moment of peace.
Seventeen-year-old Tang Feng is already over two meters tall, standing out by half a head from his grandfather.
Tang Feng was not the kind of muscular, stocky build; rather, he was lean and wiry like a leopard, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Every muscle in his body was smoothly defined, like refined iron that had been forged countless times, possessing a perfect balance of strength and speed.
Tang Feng's face had long since shed the immaturity of youth, his features now sharply defined as if carved by a knife and axe. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, beneath which were a pair of deep, abyss-like black eyes, long and narrow with slightly upturned corners.
While his appearance wasn't exactly handsome, rather ordinary, his brows held a sharp, innate quality.
Those eyes, once so cold in the Slaughter City that they terrified the fallen, now, reflected in the Far North snowfield, possess a calm that comes from having weathered many storms. Yet, unnoticed, a dark red killing intent still flashes by like a shooting star.
His nose was high and straight, his lips were thin and firm, and the corners of his mouth often had a faint curve, whether it was mockery or confidence, it was hard to tell.
Her skin, slightly pale from being deprived of sunlight for over a year, possessed a cool, jade-like quality against the backdrop of the Far North Ice Plains, flawless and exuding an air of nobility.
Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a few stray strands of hair blowing messily in the wind, adding a touch of unruliness.
Tang Feng exuded the composure and imposing presence of a superior in every gesture. It was the noble air that came from the bones of the young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, and the unique aura formed by the fusion of the murderous aura of the Asura God of Slaughter after his bloodbath.
Even if he were just sitting quietly on a stone bench, holding a "chariot" chess piece, he would exude an air of dominance, as if he held a thousand troops in his hands and had no regrets once he made a move.
Outside the cave, the wind and snow intensified, yet they could not dispel the warmth of this place. Grandfather and grandson played chess, the aroma of tea wafting through the air, all killing intent subsided, their sharp edges concealed.