Chapter 147: To Master This Art, One Must First Castrate!

Inside the ring, the old man smirked slightly, speaking softly with concern, “Disciple… are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Master…” Ling Feng replied calmly, with only a hint of determination on his face.

“Hmm… not bad!”

“Disciple, your mindset now surpasses even some True Immortals!”

“Who else can repeatedly watch the girl they like embrace someone else?”

“Trust me, you’re not far from enlightenment!!!”

The old man in the ring looked at Ling Feng with admiration.

Ling Feng exhaled deeply.

Whoosh!

Then, looking at the sky, his eyes showed fatigue.

He wasn’t unaffected… just numb…

He was tired and had lost interest…

After a while, he suddenly spoke, “Master, I want to cultivate the Supreme Emotionless Dao.”

The old man in the ring was shocked, disbelief on his face, “Disciple, you…”

He knew what Ling Feng meant by the Emotionless Dao.

It was an ancient Dao text they found in Huangyu Mountain.

Called the Supreme Emotionless Dao!

According to the text, mastering this Dao leads directly to the Immortal King level!

But it was too ancient to verify its authenticity.

Yet, that wasn’t the most important part.

The crucial part was the harsh conditions for cultivating the Supreme Emotionless Dao!!!

“To master this art, one must first castrate!”

The old man never expected Ling Feng to make such a decision!

“Hmm!”

Ling Feng replied calmly, looking at the sky.

The old man saw Ling Feng’s expression, like a heart extinguished, knowing his mind was made up!

Nothing is sadder than a heart that has died!

The old man could only shake his head and sigh, “Ah, maybe it’s for the best…”

***

In the distance.

Lin Ao Tian was slightly taken aback by Yan Ling’er’s reaction.

Hmm?

It’s me?

What?!

Still, he maintained a calm expression, but didn’t dare look directly at Yan Ling’er.

Honestly, with Yan Ling’er’s beauty and her pitiful expression now.

Even Lin Ao Tian felt a bit overwhelmed.

If he were alone, he might have admitted it.

But in this situation…

“Miss, you might really be mistaken…”

Lin Ao Tian said seriously.

However, Yan Ling’er looked confused, deeply puzzled.

Why?

Why doesn’t he admit it?

She tried to recall, layers of memories slowly resurfacing.

At the same time.

A woman’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Sister Ling’er, Brother Ao Tian’s memory hasn’t fully awakened yet…”

Yan Ling’er trembled, looking at the purple-dressed girl behind the white-robed youth, her face shocked, eyes thoughtful.

So familiar…

But as Yan Ling’er was dazed, Lin Ao Tian looked up slightly, gazing at the sky.

In the divine light, Liu Ruyan was battling three Immortal Kings.

And Immortal King Nolan had stopped, clearly influenced by my earlier words.

But Lin Ao Tian knew, Nolan wouldn’t retreat so easily.

After all, it involved the ancient artifact key…

However, Lin Ao Tian remained calm, unfazed.

At worst, he’d let his sister handle it.

But then, a voice echoed in Lin Ao Tian’s mind, “My king… my king, is it you? I am your most loyal subordinate, Nolan!”

“Hmm?”

Hearing the sudden voice in his mind, Lin Ao Tian’s body shook, a hint of confusion on his face.

Who?

What the heck?

Wu Wang?

Who’s Wu Wang?

Wait… Nolan?

Subordinate?

Hmm?

Lin Ao Tian’s gaze focused, staring at the imposing figure in the sky, holding a heavenly halberd, feeling hesitant.

“Is this Nolan’s voice…?”

At this moment, a character in his dual pupils slowly rotated, indescribable in words, as if deducing.

Perhaps it wasn’t a character.

More like a symbol formed by nine characters.

If others knew a Saint Realm cultivator dared deduce traces related to an Immortal King, they’d laugh!

Yet, the strange symbol in his eyes flickered with chaotic light, revealing some scenes…

Showing the figures of those Immortal Kings!

Countless rivers of time intertwined, stars dotting every part of the river.

But in an instant, the scene shattered.

“The Nine Secrets haven’t fully merged… still a bit hasty.”

Lin Ao Tian sighed inwardly, the symbols in his eyes fading.

If others knew he possessed the power of deduction at the Saint Realm, deducing traces of Immortal Kings!

Even in the Immortal Realm, it would cause a great shock!

Because such a thing was unheard of!

Those are Immortal Kings!

Truly immortal, with undying bodies and souls!

And he wasn’t deducing ordinary Immortal Kings, but supreme Immortal King giants!

However, Lin Ao Tian didn’t think much of it. Since obtaining the last of the Nine Secrets, he had fused them within himself.

Though not fully merged, he was already displaying some power of the Nine Secrets as one.

For instance, the golden soul within him had long vanished!

Replaced by nine ancient golden characters slowly rotating.

Forming a circle with special rules.

Within the circle was a primordial chaos.

Within it, stars dotted the sky, forming galaxies.

A breath of life, the birth of all things, flowed within.

It was clearly a universe evolving!

Lin Ao Tian was initially shocked by this anomaly.

Upon closer inspection, he found signs of the Nine Secrets merging, though slow, it was real!

As for his realm, even he was unsure.

Was he still a Saint…

Technically, the Saint Realm is a transitional stage, unstable early on, fluctuating between the Divine Fire and Heavenly God Realms, stabilizing later. Skipping cultivation, if cultivated smoothly, one could pass the Divine King Tribulation.

Yet now, he could wield the power of laws, and Lin Ao Tian could clearly feel.

A drop of his blood could last for epochs, immortal, with an undying body and soul.

This was something only True Immortals possessed!

But he had no trace of immortal aura, nor had he undergone tribulation.

So even Lin Ao Tian couldn’t define his current realm.

As for his combat power, he guessed it was between Severing Self and Supreme.

In mid-air.

Nolan’s figure was shrouded in immortal light, a hint of tension on his stern face.

He gripped the heavenly halberd tighter, the arrogance in his brow replaced by unease.

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