The Slaughter Gate's Domain Inheritance: Hu Liena's Promise
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The Nan Feng followed the golden light in the darkness for a long time.
The stone slabs beneath his feet transformed from slippery rock into shattered bone fragments. The dark green lights vanished behind him, leaving only darkness all around. Golden light flickered quietly, following the rhythm of his heartbeat.
The Primordial World Imprint resonates deep within my soul.
At the end of the passage was a door.
The stone gate is about three zhang high, and its surface is covered with dark red patterns, which are the same strokes as the Primordial World immortal script on the stone walls of the Hell Road cave.
A huge character for "kill" is carved in the center of the gate. The strokes are bold and exude a murderous aura.
Nan Feng's fingertips touched the word "kill".
A murderous intent surged down. His feet sank into bone fragments, up to his ankles.
That killing intent was formless and intangible, yet far more ferocious than any physical attack. It surged straight into the depths of his soul, threatening to tear apart and devour his consciousness.
Nan Feng's pupils contracted sharply. The tower protected its master, and the cyan-gold Tower Realm unfolded on the surface of his soul.
The killing intent penetrated the first and second layers of the Tower Realm, reaching straight to the third layer.
"Don't block it." Old Huai's voice rang out, carrying an unprecedented seriousness. "This door is the inheritance passage of the Divine Slaughter's Domain. The killing intent is targeting the inheritor, not attacking you. Let the Primordial World Power receive it."
The Nan Feng loosens the Tower Realm.
Killing intent seeped into the depths of his soul. The Primordial World Imprint activated at the same instant, and golden light surged from the Soul Core, rushing towards the killing intent.
The two collide, entangle, and merge on the surface of the soul. Each collision brings pain, as if someone is whipping his soul with a red-hot iron whip.
The Nan Feng did not recede, nor did the Primordial World Power.
The golden light solidified and sharpened under the onslaught of killing intent, which transformed from violent to subdued.
The word "kill" on the stone door lit up. Dark red light seeped out from the strokes, illuminating the entire passage blood red.
Standing in the center of the blood-red light, Nan Feng felt something taking shape deep within his soul.
A domain. Its foundation is killing intent, and its framework is Primordial World Power.
The Divine Slaughter's Domain.
Nan Feng opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with two beams of light, one dark red and one golden. His domain had acquired a sealing attribute.
Old Huai's voice couldn't contain his excitement. "The Divine Slaughter's Domain has merged with your Primordial World Power. Your domain has a sealing attribute, which can suppress the flow of Soul Power within the domain. The Primordial World Pressure is effective against soul-type attacks; ordinary deities' domains don't have this attribute."
"After the tower merged with the Divine Slaughter's Domain, it became its own. The domains of ordinary gods cannot suppress you."
Nan Feng raised his right hand, palm facing upward.
The domain condensed into a miniature sphere in his palm. Dark red killing intent swirled around its perimeter, while golden Primordial World Power pulsed at its core.
It's only ten zhang in radius. Not a large area, but enough to create an overwhelming advantage in close combat.
The enemy entered the domain, and the flow of his Soul Power was suppressed by more than 30%. His Tower Suppression and Mountain Suppression Art were amplified within the domain.
He reclaimed his domain and turned to walk back the way he came.
He took a few steps, then paused and looked back at the stone gate. The dark red light dimmed, and the character "Kill" was carved on the gate's surface, awaiting the next inheritor.
Stepping out of the passage, the ground of the Slaughter City stretched out before me. Dark green lights filled my vision, and the stench of blood and rust assaulted my nostrils.
Nan Feng paused for a moment at the exit.
He saw Hu Liena.
She leaned against the rock wall opposite the exit, her golden fox tail swaying behind her. The broken section had grown back, and the tip of her tail was even shinier than before. The old wound on her left shoulder had also healed.
Her gaze swept over Nan Feng, lingering on the lingering dark red and gold in his pupils.
"You're out?" Hu Liena tilted her head. "Your aura has changed. A domain?"
The Nan Feng nodded.
Hu Liena straightened up from the rock face and took two steps toward him. She was half a head shorter than Nan Feng and looked up at him.
Her amber fox eyes stared at him for a few moments before looking away.
"Are you leaving?" she asked.
"Hmm," Nan Feng said, "We've passed the Hell Road. The trials in the Slaughter City should come to an end."
Hu Liena was silent for two seconds. She raised her hand and touched the faded red ribbon on his left wrist with her fingertips, very lightly, as if touching something fragile.
"Who wrote it?" she asked, her voice lower than usual, her languid tone less pronounced.
"A friend," Nan Feng said.
Hu Liena's eyes curved slightly. The smile was very gentle. She withdrew her hand and took a half step back.
"You have quite a few beauties." Her voice returned to its languid tone, "Xiao Wu, Ye Lingling, Dugu Yan... and who else? Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er? You attract a bunch of people wherever you go."
Nan Feng did not respond.
Hu Liena looked at him and chuckled.
I might not be friends with you next time we meet.
Hu Liena tilted her head, her golden fox eyes curving into two crescent moons in the lamplight. She enunciated each word clearly.
"After all, I am a member of the Spirit Hall, and a direct disciple of Bibi Dong. Once we're out here, our positions might be hostile. You are from Heaven Dou, and I am from the Spirit Hall. The next time we meet, it might be on the battlefield."
She paused for a moment.
"But I will always keep your soul's secret for you." Her tone softened. "This is a deal between us. You helped me suppress the curse, delayed its backlash, and even promised to lift it completely. I remember these favors. I will not tell your secret to anyone."
The dim green light flickered between the two men, and screams and the clanging of metal echoed from the distant alleyway.
"If you can truly break my curse—" Hu Liena's voice was very soft, almost drowned out by the screams in the distance.
She paused, raised her chin, and then gave that slightly sly smile again.
I will come to find you.
She turned around, her golden fox tail tracing an arc in the lamplight. She walked steadily into the depths of the alley.
She took a few steps, then paused without turning back; her voice drifted from the dim green light.
"Tower Master, next time we meet, don't die too young."
She walked deeper into the alley, her golden figure swallowed by the lights.
Nan Feng stood still, the red ribbon on her left wrist fluttering in the night wind.
Within the Tower Spirit Space, the fusion of the Divine Slaughter's Domain and the Primordial World Power continued. Dark red killing intent and golden Primordial World Power intertwined and swirled within the domain.
The first chapter of the Mountain Suppression Art was circulating within his soul, while the incantation for the second chapter had already been etched into his memory on the stone walls of Hell Road.
Old Huai's voice rang out. "This girl is interesting. She clearly can't bear to part with him, but she insists on pretending to be carefree."
Nan Feng did not respond and turned to walk towards the exit.
The stone slabs underfoot changed from a slippery alleyway to a dry dirt road, and the dim green lights became increasingly sparse.
The sunlight streaming through the exit fell on his face.
Two months. He stayed in the Slaughter City for two months.
From level 30 when I entered the game by sacrificing my First Soul Ring, to level 30 Soul Power after a ninety-nine-game winning streak.
Then, in the Hell Road, he mastered the first chapter of the Mountain Suppression Art, the two levels of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, and obtained the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
His Soul Power Level did not increase, but his combat ability far exceeded the level that a level 30 person should have.
The gatekeeper at the exit was still the same hunched figure, covered in blood, his two dark, hollow eyes fixed in his direction. Nan Feng walked past him without stopping.
The sunlight outside the exit made him squint. He hadn't seen the sun for two months.
He stood outside the exit, his back to the underground prison, facing the Withered Bones Mountain Range. The mountain wind blew from afar, clean and sharp, carrying the scent of earth and wild grass.
Nan Feng took a deep breath, the red ribbon on her left wrist fluttering in the wind.
Before him lay the dirt road leading to Heaven Dou City, the Moonlight Pavilion, and the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
He strode southward.
He walked alone for a long time in the desolate wilderness of the Withered Bones Mountain Range.
Within the Tower Spirit Space, the power of the Divine Slaughter's Domain was being digested and integrated, while the Primordial World Power flowed through the meridians. The liquid Primordial World Power in the dantian became more solidified.
The suppressing power of the first chapter of the Mountain Suppression Art was amplified within the domain.
Once the domain was deployed, the Gravity Field within a radius of ten zhang was superimposed with the suppression of the Divine Slaughter's Domain. The flow of the enemy's Soul Power was suppressed.
He raised his right hand, palm facing up. The Divine Slaughter's Domain condensed into a miniature sphere, with dark red killing intent swirling around its perimeter and golden Primordial World Power pulsating at its core.
This is what I gained from two months of brutal trials. Ninety-nine life-or-death battles, the fiery tempering of the Hell Road, and the inheritance of one hundred and eight divine powers.
The Nan Feng reclaimed its territory and quickened its pace.
He still had a lot to do. His Soul Power needed to settle, he needed to acquire his Fourth Soul Ring, and he needed to fully open the doors on the third level of the tower.
And then there's the mysterious man who left a message at the exit of Hell Road and watched him from the darkness.
Nan Feng saw newly carved words on the stone wall of the Hell Road passage. "At the end of the Hell Road, I'll be waiting for you."
He emerged, but the other person did not appear. This was only temporary. The Primordial World energy within the Tower Master's soul shared the same origin as his.
Nan Feng snapped out of her thoughts. The outline of Heaven Dou City glowed with a warm yellow light in the setting sun, and the spire of the Moonlight Pavilion was faintly visible.
He walked for a long time, his boots stained with the red soil of the Withered Bones Mountain Range. The faded knots gleamed a dark red in the setting sun.
He continued walking.