Translator: CinderTL
Buzz!
Beneath the azure sky, upon the withered leaves and muddy earth.
As Chen Feng made his decision, the Serpent Spirit Fruit, curled like a tiny snake, rapidly faded into wisps of energy that surged into his body.
Without hesitation, he imdiately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the core principles of the awakening thod.
Warm currents flowed into his lower abdon, nourishing the Fla Seed within his Dantian.
Ti ticked by, second after second, and the progress bar on his panel gradually climbed.
anwhile, the battle against the Black Blade Tribe raged on. Though outnumbered, Olon and his companions had already slain all the Fifth-Tier Serpentfolk.
Their superior individual strength had allowed them to completely overwhelm the Serpentfolk within the Black Blade Tribe, turning the tide into a one-sided slaughter.
This scene left the many humans enslaved by the Black Blade Tribe deeply shocked. They had never imagined that one day, one of the Eight Great Tribes, which stood at the pinnacle of the Serpent Spirit Continent, would be slaughtered.
Shock, realization, hatred, rebellion...
Many slaves who had suffered years of oppression erupted in fury, joining the ranks of the Holy City's elite warriors.
So picked up Serpentfolk spears, others seized iron swords, and one by one, they began to fight back and seek revenge.
Gradually, no one knew.
Chen Feng, positioned on Dwarf Mountain behind the tribe, had reached a critical mont. Only the silently descending Silver-Gray Colossus stood guard nearby.
He gathered his Perception, focusing on the area just below his abdon.
He gazed intently, feeling the Sacred Fla Seed nourishing and growing stronger.
The faint, shimring platinum hue continued to transform the surrounding Crimson Fla, its aura of divine majesty growing ever more intense.
Finally...
[Sacred Fla Awakening thod: Sixth-Tier!]
The panel's progress froze, and a crackling sound echoed from within Chen Feng's body.
The Fla Seed transford into a platinum color, with wisps of crimson light flickering around it.
His bones, muscles, and skin were all tempered by this process, and even so previously untapped potential was fully unlocked.
Chen Feng imdiately glanced at his panel, where he saw his four-dinsional attributes had subtly changed.
[Strength: 75.4 → 80!]
[Agility: 70 → ?]
[Constitution: 77 → ?]
[Will: 76.3 → 78!]
"Nearly a seven-point increase in attributes."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if this was due to reaching the human body's limit, constrained by the shackles of the rules.
Chen Feng could sense that he hadn't fully evolved.
While his Strength and Will had indeed reached their limits, this wasn't the true pinnacle of the Sixth-Tier Sacred Fla Awakening thod. It felt more like he had rely unearthed the remaining untapped potential.
His Agility and Constitution were also shackled, making it difficult for them to improve.
It was as if the extra bit of power was hidden by so rule, only to be bestowed upon him when he could truly bear it.
"Do I need to Transcend?"
Chen Feng examined himself, finally understanding his situation.
He had reached the absolute limit of the human body, truly standing at the end of ordinary martial arts.
Moreover, because his potential was greater and his ceiling higher than others, even though he was only in the Pinnacle Realm, he had already crossed the Sixth-Tier threshold, truly entering the realm that ordinary people could only reach through Transcendence.
Precisely because of this, he could clearly feel the shackles tightening.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.
He abruptly sensed a transformation beginning within his spiritual will.
The process was peculiar, as if his physical vessel was being compressed by the world, causing the spiritual power within to condense and mutate.
Even more alarmingly, it began to overflow.
"Spiritual Projection..."
Chen Feng inexplicably understood and decided to experint.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
As he focused his mind, the surrounding air trembled, and the ground shook as if enveloped by an invisible pressure.
This effect resembled Wrath of the Storm, a true Pinnacle Intent of martial arts.
So of its principles are similar to Wrath of the Storm, both relying on spiritual power to generate intense pressure.
Moreover, it has other subtle applications:
Danger Forewarning: Sensing impending threats.Reflection of All Things: Sharpening the senses to perceive the world with heightened clarity.
"I can sense subtle crises in the unseen realm," Chen Feng explained. "My five senses have been amplified significantly, making my Perception incredibly sharp. Even with my eyes closed, I can still detect movent within a certain range."
"Furthermore, it allows for perfect utilization of the Physical Body, akin to enhancing the Spirit Soul. This enables to unleash greater power, even stimulating acupoints and muscles to rapidly control and recover from injuries."
A sudden flash of insight struck Chen Feng, and he finally understood why the Pinnacle Realm was so much more powerful than the Grandmaster level.
Strength, speed, Perception, recovery—every aspect was enhanced, leaving virtually no weaknesses.
The true limit of the human body: every movent could now unleash the full potential of this Physical Body.
"But for , this isn't all that significant," Chen Feng shook his head. For ordinary people, Pinnacle Intent might bring about a considerable improvent.
But he...
He was already too powerful, and he possessed an even more extraordinary transcendent talent.
Therefore, Pinnacle Intent's greatest value to him lay in two key areas:
First,
His eyes brightened slightly as he could clearly feel his Pinnacle Intent slowly rging with his Wrath of the Storm talent.
In other words, the power of Wrath of the Storm had greatly increased.
Through perception comparison and estimation, he guessed that if he were to unleash a ntal Shock, few of the Flying Generals would be able to withstand it.
Even its impact on reality had already reached the level of a Sixth-Tier Force Field.
Second.
He retracted his ntal energy and turned his gaze inward.
Legendary Imprints swirled in his mind.
Faintly, he sensed a subtle connection to the world, even clearer than before.
Instinctively, Chen Feng chose to attempt Resonance.
Buzz!
The world trembled, and everything around him rapidly darkened and blurred.
His entire vision narrowed to a single white heavenly ladder, carrying countless hopes and wills, and the supre throne at its summit.
"King of the World..."
Chen Feng stood once more at the foot of the ladder, gazing up at the throne.
According to the Dream Realm records of Qinggang City, Transcendence was the only way to break free from the shackles of rules.
If one could ascend the Martial Dao Heavenly Ladder and achieve initial resonance with the world, they could draw upon the World Force to cleanse themselves, strengthening both their physical body and spiritual will.
Or perhaps, he could enter Resonance Mode, gaining an imnse boost and explosive power for a short period.
Because of this, the Martial Dao Heavenly Ladder corresponding to the path of Transcendence actually had tiers of strength. Each step higher corresponded to a stronger World Frequency. The more World Force one could draw in, the greater the enhancent and resonance effects.
If one could reach the summit and claim the throne, they would achieve the legendary Martial God realm—a state no one in the High-Strength Alliance had ever reached, only whispered about in legends. Or perhaps, an even more extre title: King of Worlds.
Thud!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Chen Feng attempted to take a step.
The world's crushing pressure surged forward like an endless tide, engulfing him from all directions. His breathing grew heavy, his heart pounded violently. The blood vessels in his body throbbed, as if enduring imnse pressure, threatening to burst at any mont.
Only the Legendary Imprint within him struggled to stabilize the world, illuminating his body and urging him forward.
But then...
Boom!!
The world trembled. A strange, eerie light suddenly poured down from the previously dark and profound Heavenly Ladder. The throne dimd, and imnse force pressed down on every inch of his skin and spirit.
Chen Feng felt intense pain and discomfort. He instinctively looked up.
A pair of dark golden vertical pupils suddenly appeared on either side of the staircase.
The eerie light originated from these eyes. The Serpent Eyes were as vast as the sun and moon, completely obscuring the world's throne.
Waves of intense malice washed over Chen Feng, causing his skin to crack inch by inch.
His heart surged with turmoil. Through the haze, he glimpsed a colossal, serpentine form coiling behind the dark golden pupils, its body spanning the heavens and earth.
Boom!!!
In an instant, the world trembled, and the scene shattered.
Far away, Olon and the others, who were clearing the battlefield of the Black Blade Tribe, inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines. They widened their eyes and stared at the sky.
The clear daylight sky had inexplicably darkened.
The white clouds had coalesced into the shape of a colossal, pitch-black serpent, resembling a storm cloud that blotted out the heavens.
Crack!!
A silver serpent of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar.
This celestial anomaly left most of the Holy City's elite troops frozen in place, their faces pale.
Molly gasped in shock. The Small Stone Statue that had been spinning in mid-air suddenly flew over and landed on her shoulder, also gazing up at the sky's strange spectacle.
"This..."
"What's going on?"
The crowd was filled with uncertainty when, in the next mont, a Serpentfolk who hadn't yet died let out a venomous laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
"It's the Serpent God! The Serpent God has answered our prayers!"
"You've all been cursed by the Serpent God!!"
The venomous laughter echoed through the ruins of the Black Blade Tribe's ancestral lands as a thunderous clap of lightning flashed across the sky.
The Holy City warrior, who had been about to swing his sword, felt a chill run down his spine. An inexplicable fear gripped him, nearly causing him to lose his grip on his iron sword.
An eerie silence fell over the scene, an invisible pressure blanketing the area.
Minute by minute, drop by drop...
Pfft!
Suddenly, at this crucial mont, the burly Olon swung his sword with lightning speed, decapitating the screaming Serpentfolk. He raised the severed head toward the sky and roared, "The Holy City fears no curse!"
Boom!
Lightning flashed across the sky once more, as if divine punishnt were about to descend.
But...
Buzz!
The Silver-Gray Colossus materialized out of nowhere, a young man in Black Armor faintly visible standing on its shoulder.
"So, it was because of you all along," he murmured.
Chen Feng wiped the fresh blood from his lips, his pale complexion and the backlash he had suffered completely restored by the Heart of Life.
He stared intently at the dark clouds in the sky, having pieced together the situation.
He had achieved the first step of World Imprint—obtaining the Pinnacle Intent.
However, the Legendary Imprint was still lacking a crucial elent.
Moreover, this was not the Earth of his reality, but the Serpent Spirit Continent, ruled and dominated by the Serpentfolk.
In other words, this world was already partially branded and watched over by the Serpent God.
The failure of his earlier resonance was largely due to this fact.
Boom!!
As if in response, the dark clouds in the sky churned, and thunder roared once more.
The flickering, vanishing silver lightning bolts took on the form of giant pythons, and the oppressive might of heaven and earth radiated from all directions, enveloping the land.
The people of the Holy City were stunned and filled with doubt. Even the iron-blooded Olon couldn't help but tremble.
Yet, amidst this awe-inspiring display, a defiant roar pierced the air:
"Get lost!!"
Boom!!!
The Silver-Gray Colossus suddenly unleashed a thunderous punch toward the heavens.
Standing on its shoulder, Chen Feng, his injuries healed and his strength restored to its peak, glared with eyes as sharp as a blade.
Let heaven's punishnt fall, let curses be cast.
I will beco the King of the World, and none shall stand in my way!
Boom!
In that instant, the infinite resistance of the World Force erupted.
The dark clouds in the sky vanished instantly, revealing the azure blue once more.
Rays of sunlight bathed the earth, and the Holy City warriors standing amidst the ruins of the Black Blade Tribe's ancestral lands felt the chill recede, replaced by warmth.
Olon's fingers twitched slightly, and his trembling broadsword plunged into the ground.
Not far away, Molly stood in a daze, the Serpentfolk blood staining her green vines already clotted.
Everyone present mirrored their actions and expressions, so barely regaining their senses, their faces slick with cold sweat and their breaths coming in heavy gasps.
Yet regardless of their state, all eyes were fixed on the figure high above, a man and his image.
In that mont of dazed wonder, they suddenly realized...
Perhaps the Holy City's future wasn't entirely without hope?
(End of the Chapter)
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