150: Chapter 150: The truth comes out: I am a powerful figure from the Upper Realm, and you are the Gu I raised!

Above the ruins of the imperial city, the smoke and dust had not yet completely dissipated.

Shattered palaces, scorched earth, and that massive statue of the Demon God, now split in two, silently spoke of the brutality of the battle that had just taken place.

The presence of Emperor Xia and Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng had completely vanished; they had ended this catastrophe with their lives.

Lin Feng stood quietly in the center of the ruins, holding the Life-Slaying Blade, his gaze locked onto the only figure still standing not far away.

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng.

Or rather, the Incarnation of Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's benevolent thoughts, who had always appeared gentle, kind, and even somewhat cowardly.

At this moment, the warmth of the past was gone from Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's face, replaced by an indescribable complexity—it seemed like relief, yet also like sorrow.

"Are you not going to make a move?"

Lin Feng's voice was very calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The Qi and blood within him were still boiling, and the power of the Martial Extremity Realm, 6th Layer, surged violently; he could strike a world-destroying blow at any moment.

However, Sword Demon Zhang Cheng shook his head.

"It is meaningless now."

"The deaths of Emperor Xia and Commander-in-Chief Wei Zheng have completely awakened me. Or rather, they have allowed this strand of my benevolent thoughts to become completely independent."

Lin Feng frowned slightly, not responding, waiting quietly for what would come next.

"Lin Feng, have you always been curious about why I, inside the Demon Suppressing Tower, wanted to pass on my life's power to you?"

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng spoke slowly, throwing out a question that had long been weighing on Lin Feng's heart.

"Do you think I am a great philanthropist who sacrifices himself for others?"

"Do you think the Legacy of the Demon Suppression Division is that simple?"

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng laughed at himself: "You are wrong, dead wrong."

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of smoke and clouds, looking toward the sky that had been torn by Devilish Qi and had not yet fully healed.

"I, or rather my true self, do not belong to this world at all."

Boom!

This sentence exploded in Lin Feng's mind like a thunderclap.

"My true self comes from the Upper Realm."

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's tone was calm, yet every word struck at the heart.

"A long time ago, my true self was hunted by a mortal enemy in the Upper Realm and suffered near-fatal injuries. With no other choice, he burned all his cultivation and forcibly unleashed a world-shaking sword strike."

"That sword strike severed the Heavenly Gate connecting this world to the Upper Realm."

Lin Feng's pupils constricted violently.

The Heavenly Gate!

No wonder for thousands of years, countless experts at the Peak of the Martial Extremity Realm had attempted to break through the Void Realm and ascend to the Upper Realm, only to disappear without a trace.

So, the Heavenly Gate... had been sealed by Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's true self with a single sword strike!

"He sealed the Heavenly Gate to turn this world into an absolutely safe cage, a turtle shell where he could heal his wounds in peace and hide from his enemies."

"And he himself fell into the deepest state of feigned death, hiding in the deepest part of the Demon Suppressing Tower."

Lin Feng said coldly: "What does this have to do with you passing your power to me?"

"Of course it has to do with it."

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's gaze returned to Lin Feng, his eyes carrying a trace of pity.

"Do you think he was just sleeping for nothing? No, he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity."

"His Dao foundation was destroyed, and his Physical Body was nearly collapsed. To return to the Upper Realm and take revenge, relying solely on his own recovery would take who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Therefore, he needed a brand new, perfect body that had also cultivated his fundamental Cultivation Technique."

"A... perfect Cauldron."

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng pointed at Lin Feng and said word by word: "You, Lin Feng, are the most perfect Cauldron he chose."

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed instantly.

It was just as he had guessed.

"A Cauldron?"

"Yes."

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng nodded, "He turned his remaining power into a Legacy and hid it in the Demon Suppressing Tower. He needed someone, someone with supreme talent and firm will, to inherit this power."

"He needed this person to help him re-Cultivate and push his Cultivation Technique to the extreme in this world."

"And then..."

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's voice became bitter: "When you Cultivate to the Peak of the 9th Layer of the Martial Extremity Realm, and your Physical Body and Divine Soul reach the limit that this world can bear, that will be the moment he awakens."

"At that time, he will unhesitatingly discard that broken old body and use his powerful Divine Soul from the Upper Realm to perform Possession on everything you have."

"Your body, your cultivation, your Cultivation Technique, everything you have worked so hard to Cultivate, will all serve as his harvest."

"He will occupy your body and, in a perfect state, reopen the Heavenly Gate to fight his way back to the Upper Realm."

This was the truth.

A hair-raising truth.

There was no Senior sacrificing himself for others, no selfless Legacy.

From beginning to end, Lin Feng was merely a Gu raised in captivity, a Gu insect raised with care, waiting only to be consumed in the end!

The experts of this world throughout history were perhaps all test subjects, and Lin Feng was the most successful one among them.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Sword Demon Zhang Cheng's Incarnation of benevolent thoughts looked at Lin Feng quietly; he thought he would see fear, anger, or even despair.

However, he saw none of that.

Lin Feng was silent at first, and then, slowly, very slowly, he revealed a strange smile.

That smile carried three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and four parts...

Pity?

"Possession of me?"

Lin Feng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world; he even laughed out loud.

"Old Zhang, have you gotten something wrong?"

Lin Feng gently wiped the blood from the blade, and the blade hummed, seemingly craving a new battle.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Martial Extremity Realm, 6th Layer]

[Cultivation Technique: Dragon-Slaying Sword Canon (Major Achievement), Indestructible Asura Body (Major Achievement)]

[critical hit multiplier: 25,200x]

[critical hit points: 11.98 billion]

A critical hit multiplier of over 25,000 times!

What did this represent?

It meant that every casual strike from Lin Feng contained the full-force strike of over 20,000 experts at the Peak of the Martial Extremity Realm, 6th Layer!

This power had already exceeded the cognitive scope of this world.

"Old Zhang, this strand of your benevolent thoughts is actually more sensible than your true self."

Lin Feng's blade pointed from afar at Sword Demon Zhang Cheng.

"You want to use me as a Cauldron?"

"You want to perform Possession on me?"

Lin Feng's smile turned completely cold, and an invisible, terrifying pressure exploded from his body!

"Heh."

"Does he even deserve it?!"