128: Chapter 128 Sword Demon, Zhang Cheng

"Your humble servant Huang Fugui greets the Old Ancestor! May the Old Ancestor enjoy eternal blessings and a lifespan equal to the heavens! With literary brilliance and martial virtue, you shall unify the Jianghu!"

Having survived the ordeal, Huang Fugui immediately displayed the professional skills already etched into its DNA, hugging Lin Feng's thigh and beginning to output flattery frantically.

The sheer variety of flattery made the corner of Lin Feng's eye twitch uncontrollably.

"That's enough, quit the chatter."

Lin Feng peeled it off his leg and tossed it onto his shoulder. "It's good that you're back, but if you dare to talk this much nonsense again, do you believe I'll straighten out your tongue?"

"I wouldn't dare! Your humble servant will be concise in the future!"

Huang Fugui shuddered in fear, immediately shut its mouth, and used its two front paws to zip its lips shut.

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction. He looked around at the eighth floor, which had been completely reduced to ruins, and his gaze finally landed on the only intact bronze giant gate leading to the ninth floor.

Unlike the profound iron gates on the lower levels that were filled with Restrictions and an aura of slaughter.

This gate was archaic, heavy, and filled with the vicissitudes of time.

There were no hideous demons or monsters carved on the gate, only some seemingly random patterns resembling a child's doodles of mountains, rivers, flora, sun, moon, and stars.

Yet, from these seemingly simple patterns, Lin Feng felt a supreme Concept of returning to simplicity and becoming one with the Dao!

"Master, there... seems to be something incredible inside."

Huang Fugui whispered into Lin Feng's ear, its keen intuition as a Yao Beast frantically warning it.

Behind the gate lay a presence ten thousand times more terrifying than Xue Wuya!

"I know."

Lin Feng's expression was unprecedentedly grave.

He slowly stepped forward, reached out his hand, and gently pushed open the unlocked bronze giant gate.

Creak—

There was no imagined gale or Killing Intent.

Behind the gate was a field of soft, warm white light.

As the light dissipated, the scene before him made even Lin Feng's heart, which had long been tempered by mountains of corpses and seas of blood to remain as still as an ancient well, ripple with emotion.

Here, there were no prisons, no torture devices, no wailing evil ghosts, and certainly no peerless fiends locked up by iron chains.

Here, there was nothing.

There was only a huge bronze giant gate, which seemed to be integrated with the entire Demon Suppressing Tower, standing quietly at the end of the space.

That gate was a hundred zhang high and about fifty zhang wide, its entire body presenting an ancient and mysterious bronze color.

Carved on the gate were countless profound and complex patterns: Dragons flying in the sky, Phoenixes dancing, Qilins stepping on clouds, and ten thousand immortals paying homage...

An indescribable, vast, and majestic aura of terrifying imperial might faintly emanated from behind the gate, as if what it connected to was another world of a higher level!

And in front of that huge bronze gate, an old man with tattered clothes, white hair and beard, and a withered figure that looked like he was on the verge of death, was sitting cross-legged.

Wrapped around his body were nine huge chains, as thick as a child's arm, forged from an unknown black divine iron.

The other ends of the chains were deeply embedded into that bronze giant gate, as if they had fused with it.

The old man's eyes were closed, and he had no aura, just like a stone statue that had passed away years ago.

But Lin Feng could feel a Sword Intent emanating from his seemingly withered body—a Sword Intent that was faint yet seemed capable of piercing a hole through the very heavens, pure to the extreme!

That Sword Intent was so sharp, so overbearing!

So much so that even the surrounding space was slightly distorted because it could not withstand this power!

"This old man... has got something."

Lin Feng clicked his tongue inwardly. He could feel that the strength of the old man before him was unfathomable, far beyond the "Earthly Immortal" Wei Yuan who only knew how to play with his Domain.

Just at this moment, the old man seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those!

There were no whites, no pupils, only two endless seas of swords containing the birth and death of stars and the rotation of the Universe!

Just by meeting his gaze for a second, Lin Feng felt as if his Divine Soul was about to be completely torn apart and shredded by that invisible Sword Intent!

He let out a muffled groan, subconsciously took half a step back, and a stormy sea churned in his heart!

So strong!

Strong to an unreasonable degree!

This old man was definitely the most terrifying enemy he had encountered since his Transmigration!

"How many years has it been..."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other, filled with the vicissitudes of time and loneliness.

"It is the first time someone has been able to walk here alive."

His eyes, which contained endless seas of swords, calmly stared at Lin Feng, as if looking at an interesting toy.

"You are quite good."

"To be able to use a Mortal body to withstand the Undying Demon Body of that madman Xue Wuya, and to retreat unscathed from the 'Ten Thousand Blades Return to Ruin' of that junior Wei Yuan. Your Physical Body has been tempered to an unimaginable degree."

He seemed to have witnessed all of Lin Feng's previous battles with his own eyes, knowing Lin Feng's background like the back of his hand.

"However, relying solely on brute force will not get you to the end."

The old man shook his head, his voice carrying a hint of indescribable regret.

"You are still too weak."

"May I ask, Senior, who are you?"

Lin Feng forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Me?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, the laughter filled with endless sorrow and arrogance.

"Just an old fool who has been trapped in this square inch of land, lingering on for forty years."

He slowly stood up from the ground.

As he stood up, the nine black chains binding him emitted a harsh "clattering" sound, as if they were wailing, or perhaps in fear.

An indescribable, vast, and majestic terrifying Sword Intent, as if it could cut the heavens in two with a single strike, erupted from his seemingly withered body!

At that moment, he was no longer a ragged old man, but a figure overlooking thousands of miles of territory, holding the power of life and death over billions of living beings...

The peerless Sword Demon!

He looked at Lin Feng, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

"However, a long, long time ago, some people also called me..."

He enunciated each word clearly, his voice like rolling thunder, exploding in Lin Feng's mind!

"Sword Demon, Zhang Cheng!"