The King of the Gods
Chapter 222: The Eye of the Spirit
"It looks like Feng'er got a lucky break out this time."
The First Elder said happily.
Yang Gan's heart skipped a beat - the pressure from this junior martial brother of his was simply too great.
He originally thought that the biggest competitor in the Clan was Bei Moi but Zhao Feng had jumped straight up on Bei Moi and approached his position as the Head disciple.
“Indeed, but it's also quite dangerous.”
Zhao Feng was still a little scared.
Luck usually existed with danger - this was something that the First Elder and Yang Gan knew.
There are an infinite number of people who have died in pursuit of luck.
Only those who were able to survive the danger were truly geniuses.
Thinking up to here the First Elder placed greater importance on Zhao Feng.
The latter's talent was not high but had received the best Inheritance within the Floating Peak Palace.
The record of ten thousand years of the Floating Peak Palace had been broken by him.
And now.
Zhao Fengs cultivation had improved dramatically in just ten days.
Would a normal genius have such luck?
What does this mean?
"This kid's luck may be even greater than Bei Moi's."
When the First Elder thought up to here, he couldn't help but get a little excited.
From birth until now, he had never met a genius with such powerful wealth.
Even Bei Moi could not compare to Zhao Feng.
The two went in search of experience but Bei Moi's cultivation improvement was obviously not as much as Zhao Feng.
In addition, those who have great wealth also usually affect the people around them, therefore the sentence “When one human receives Dao, even a chicken will go up.”
Yang Gan was worried and did not know what to do facing his junior martial brother whose strength continued to increase by leaps and bounds.
If this continued, his position as the Head disciple would probably be lost.
The First Elder also found his disciples worried and could not help but sigh in his heart.
Right at this moment Zhao Feng spoke: “Brother Yang, don't worry. I am not interested in the position of the Head disciple. ”
After this is said.
The First Elder was startled and Yang Gan did not know what to say or do.
Zhao Feng's words were too straightforward and somewhat disrespectful.
But since they have the same Master, it is better to say it like this.
Furthermore, Zhao Feng had found a knot in Yang Gan's heart while training the latter with mental energy.
"Hmph, brother Zhao, are you really confident to defeat me?"
Yang Gan said sadly.
But when he said this, he was not very confident.
To be honest, he did not have the confidence to win over this mysterious junior-martial brother of his.
When they practiced last time, Zhao Fengs mental energy technique had worked once and now Zhao Fengs cultivation had improved greatly.
"With my current strength, I have at least a seventy percent chance of defeating Ao Yuetian."
Zhao Feng's words changed.
He did not say that he could defeat Yang Gan, but used Ao Yuetian as his subject.
"Beating Ao Yuetian?"
Yang Gan took a cold breath. This was something he did not even dare to imagine.
Back in the Three Clans Feast, Ao Yuetian's powerful strength had been imprinted in his heart and he lost convincingly.
When the First Elder heard this, his eyes twinkled. The joy of this disciple was far beyond belief.
But the First Elder would not fully believe Zhao Fengs words. Throughout his life, he had seen too many overconfident geniuses who had ultimately lost horribly.
“Hmph, don't be arrogant. Half a month ago, Ao Yuetian of the Lin Moon Clan broke through to the 7th Sky of the Rise Realm and their Core disciple Zhao Yufei reached the peak of the 6th Sky. ”
The First Elder let out a cold snort and said this to extinguish Zhao Fengs fire.
The 7th Sky of the Ascending Realm?
Yang Gan was surprised. It was unbelievable that someone from the younger generation had reached the 7th Sky of the Ascending Realm.
Zhao Feng's expression was normal but he sighed in his heart. He had already calculated that there was a small chance of Ao Yuetian trying to break through to the 7th Sky before the Alliance Banquet and that was indeed the case.
"Thank you, brother Zhao, for helping me overcome the knot of my heart."
Yang Gan looked towards Zhao Feng with gratitude and complexity.
Zhao Feng straightforwardly said what was wrong and had used force to untie Yang Gan's heart.
If Zhao Feng did not say this, Yang Gan would be extremely depressed and might even be jealous, causing him to fall into the abyss.
Zhao Feng didn't want any fights between them so he got straight to the point.
At this moment Yang Gan's state of heart became wider and no one was holding him back, giving him more opportunities to increase his cultivation.
The First Elder took all of this into his eyes and nodded his head.
Zhao Fengs actions seemed arrogant and careless but had solved the problem in the simplest and easiest way.
After Yang Gan left, only Zhao Feng and the First Elder were left behind.
"Feng'er, what's up?"
The First Elder asked.
Zhao Feng took out the beast skin from the Hundred Graves Forbidden ground and handed it to the First Elder.
The First Elder scanned the writings on the beast's skin and his expression kept changing.
The First Elder clearly knew the words written on the beast skin and seemed to see some sort of secret from him.
The First Elder took a deep breath and revealed his shock and disbelief.
The Hundred Graves Forbidden Land was one of the 7 Forbidden Places on the continent and in the past thousand years only the Red Moon Patriarch was able to retreat unharmed.
The First Elder was still agitated and examined Zhao Feng's body.
"If this Disciple is cursed, will my cultivation increase?"
And as expected, the First Elder found nothing from Zhao Feng's body.
Even if Zhao Feng were to be struck by a curse, those in the True Spirit Realm would probably not be able to break it.
Of course, the reason why Zhao Feng handed the beast skin to the First Elder was because he wanted to ask some questions.
“Does the rank between Clans really exist? How powerful was that 1-Star Clan?”
Zhao Feng asked his question.
“This is just a legend. If a faction was ranked according to the Stars, not a single power or faction reached above 1st Star in the history of the Azure Flower Continent.
The First Elder smiled bitterly.
Hearing this Zhao Feng was dumbfounded. Doesn't this mean the Broken Moon Clan isn't even a 1-Star?
“According to the Star rank, the ten strongest factions in the continent can hardly be considered as one star. In fact, only the Red Moon Demon Religion” from a few hundred years ago could be considered an actual 1st Star faction. As for the Broken Moon Clan, it was not even half a Star. Furthermore, the distance between half a star and 1 Star was tens to hundreds of times that. Of course, it cannot be considered true.”
When the First Elder spoke, he shook his head.
The power of ranking by the Stars was just a legend.
According to the rankings, the Broken Moon Clan was not even half a star and a 1 Star army was tens to hundreds of times stronger than half a Star army.
If it continues like this, 1.5 stars….. Up to 5 Stars, how powerful are the 5 Stars?
Some servants of the 2-star power could already destroy the Broken Moon Clan, so never think about the 5-star power.
“There are too many legends. You can go to the library and read the notes there. ”
The First Elder sighed and it seemed like he did not want to say more.
Zhao Feng returned to the Central Hall Division and stepped into the library.
Imminent.
Zhao Feng found a note about the Star.
In his opinion, a half-star Clan needed at least one person in the True Master Realm and dozens of others in the True Spirit Realm as well as many other requirements.
It didn't seem like just the Broken Moon Clan wasn't a half-star faction, it was far from it.
At a certain point in time.
Zhao Feng started reading about the beginning of time.
According to the records, there is a "Silent Continent".
The Desolate Era was enormous and existed there since the beginning of time, giving birth to gods and demons that controlled incredible and almost immortal powers.
Between the passage of time, boundless races appeared on the Desolate Continent.
Until one day.
A battle ensued in which even the gods, demons, and ancient gods participated.
The battle shook the sun and moon and even tore apart the earth, eventually dragging the Ancestral God into battle, which used forbidden strength, creating a destructive windstorm that destroyed the Desolate Continent.
The world did not end after the Desolate Continent was destroyed. Instead, this gigantic continent split into billions and trillions of pieces and the Ancient God bloodline merged into this speck.
Legend says.
The Azure Flower Continent was one of the billions and trillion pieces of the Desolate Continent.
Zhao Feng felt disbelief when he saw this legend.
If this were true, then the Desolate Continent would be too big, just a single dot would be the size of a world.
He clearly did not believe this, just like how he half believed in Star rankings.
Zhao Feng closed the note and turned around and left.
Hm?
Zhao Feng suddenly realized that the little thieving cat's eyes were twinkling as he read this legend.
At the same time he turned around, a memory rang out: "The Ancient One is broken and the slain Ancient God will turn into a trillion dust ......"
This voice was extremely familiar and that was what Zhao Feng first heard when he received the mysterious left eye.
Zhao Feng's body froze and he could only take a deep breath.
The Ancient One was broken and the slain Ancient God would turn into a trillion dust.
These short and simple words seemed to verify the record Zhao Feng had just seen.
Doesn't that mean….. That these legends are true? At least in the general direction.
If the legend was true, then the Star power rank should be as well.
At this moment.
Zhao Feng's mind was shattered but he calmed down immediately.
Even since he joined the mysterious left eye, he had become calm and resolute. No matter how dangerous or desperate the situation was, he could still regain his composure.
"This means my left eye is the eye of an Ancient God?"
Zhao Feng thought but was almost sure it was.
Eyes that came from an Ancient God that came from the era of the Desolate Continent.
Zhao Feng was very confident with his analysis, of course, it was considered that the legend was true.
“Therefore, I will name my left eye The Spiritual Eye of God.”
Zhao Feng muttered.
Peng Peng….
His left eye suddenly thumped faster and the faint blue blood in the depths of the eyes seemed to burn, as if the Emperor had awakened.
A deeper aura merged into Zhao Fengs bloodline which changed Zhao Fengs hair color to darker.