High above in the endless sky, a beam of sword light raced through, piercing the sea of clouds and stirring up a fierce wind.

Within the sword light, a young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The young man was, naturally, Lin Feng.

As he traveled, he focused his mind and spirit on merging his divine soul with the star.

This process was slow, requiring constant attempts and communication, to form a mutual interdependence between the two.

The day of his duel with Leng Jiang was fast approaching, and he needed to make haste.

As Lin Feng traveled, several lords of the Nine Palaces from the Heavenly Vault Divine Palace also set off on their journey to this new world.

They didn’t know what the future held; it might be a bright road ahead, rising from the Ancient Zhou Star to fame across the Ancient Spirit Star River.

But there was also the possibility of falling in this unfamiliar world, yet they didn’t regret it.

They were all talents who naturally didn’t want to remain bound in the small Tushan Town; that was not their path.

However, one thing was the same in the hearts of these individuals, which was that no matter what the future held or how far they marched forward, the Heavenly Vault Divine Palace would always be their root.

Time passed swiftly.

Lin Feng opened his eyes after an unknown period.

Ahead of him, a massive Fallen Star came into view, its immense size seeming to isolate heaven and earth.

Lin Feng sighed; today was the day of the duel, yet he still hadn’t evolved his battle soul.

It wasn’t that he encountered difficulties, but rather that time was too tight.

The Yama Demon Saint had shared all the critical points of evolving the star battle soul with him, and this knowledge shouldn’t be false, but in just a few days, evolving the battle soul and breaking through to the Martial Emperor Realm was still too difficult.

He already felt on the verge of fusion, yet he just couldn’t succeed.

"Even without the breakthrough, I must fight!" Lin Feng murmured to himself, unwilling to retreat.

Though usually low-profile, he was prouder than anyone at heart, forged in the invincibility of dominating his peers over the years.

Facing the challenge of contemporaries, he wouldn’t allow himself to back down.

Soon, Lin Feng entered the Divine Martial Academy and walked into the South Garden.

The battle world, the place where the disciples of the Divine Martial Academy competed, had its entrance right in Tongyu Hall, and Lin Feng had already inquired about the details.

After returning to the academy, he didn’t stop for a moment, heading directly to Tongyu Hall, and entered the battle world through the Light Gate.

The space before his eyes shifted, and Lin Feng found himself above a vast ocean.

The ocean stretched out endlessly, the waters surging mightily, making a booming sound.

Looking ahead, he saw a dozen or so islands scattered across the distant sea.

These islands were arranged in a circle, forming a large ring.

In the center of this ring, on a stretch of sea with a radius of ten thousand miles, two people were fighting.

The fierce battle whipped up howling winds and towering waves over the sea, creating earth-shattering noises.

On the surrounding islands, a number of people were watching the battle, occasionally making noisy sounds.

This was the Divine Martial Academy’s disciples’ dueling ground, with the dozen islands serving as spectator stands and the central ten-thousand-mile sea area as the battle platform.

Lin Feng was surprised to find that he was not the only one engaged in a duel in the battle world.

He swiftly flew toward one of the islands, and before landing, he felt a piercing gaze fall upon him.

It was an aggressive gaze filled with killing intent that sent chills down his spine.

Lin Feng turned and followed the gaze to see Leng Jiang on another island.

Their eyes met, and invisible sparks flew.

Leng Jiang smirked coldly, revealing a set of white teeth.

Lin Feng’s face remained expressionless, the killing intent of the other side was undisguised, evidently ready to strike him down!

Beside Leng Jiang stood the lavishly dressed young man, He Chuan Yan, who also sneered, his eyes taunting.

They had been there for several hours, worried that Lin Feng wouldn’t show up.

Now that he finally appeared, they felt relieved!

Swish!

In an instant, Lin Feng landed on the island.

Standing at the foot of a small hill on the island, Lin Feng’s gaze was fixed on the battle taking place over the central sea area.

The two young men fighting were quite strong, their cultivation was probably around the Third Layer of the Martial Emperor Realm, and the battle was extremely intense.

However, they seemed evenly matched, with no one gaining an overwhelming advantage.

"Lin Feng, with your current cultivation, it’s basically impossible to win!" The voice of Yama Demon Saint echoed in Lin Feng’s mind, seemingly not optimistic about his chances.

He, too, was worried that Lin Feng might be killed, which would also spell his end.

In the Divine Martial Academy, there was simply no way for him to escape.

"Then do you have a way for me to win?" Lin Feng asked, thinking that this Martial Saint expert might have a powerful ultimate skill to turn the tables.

"I do have a way, but it’s too late now!" Yama Demon Saint sighed.

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth. The other had a way for him to win and didn’t mention it before, only now saying it was too late.

"What way? Tell me!" Lin Feng said with a somber face.

"Forget it, it’s not worth mentioning. If you survive this, I can teach you!" Yama Demon Saint said.

"Crap!" Lin Feng felt a tinge of anger; was this old guy playing with him?