The Eternal Is Mythical

Feng Xiantian couldn't help but reveal a proud smile. His current cultivation speed was not monstrous compared to his previous one, but he was thriving in a far less rich world than before.

The amount of energy he could absorb was far more limited. Most people relied on Mysterious Techniques, for those who could and many still used a ton of herbs and medicines to increase their cultivation.

He could not speak for the entire continent as a whole after all information about the rest of the Eight Provinces was very limited, but he could confidently say that no one had been as strong as him at the same age in this young generation.

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Feng Xiantian found himself standing on a vast amount of water with no visible end.

The water turned red and started to boil but despite that, he felt no pressure on moving away… He simply felt tranquil.

"You killed us...We trusted you Feng Xiantian!"

Feng Xiantian blinked. Ah, wasn't this voice that of the Sect Master of the Holy Divinity Sect?

"Just because of the wretched Ancestral Profound Sect, you forgot the many favors I did for you!" A person appeared in front of him, someone he rather knew quite well. His Senior Brother from the Ancestral Profound Sect.

He had murdered him before the black hole even absorbed every inch of the Chaotic Realm.

Feng Xiantian smiled widely. "So? I, Feng Xiantian do not regret any of my earlier decisions. If I were to be as foolish and fragile as that, just how could I hold up to the honor of being me?"

"Why are you trying to act so proud… The truth is that you are a mere orphan, someone whose blood is equivalent to these dirty commoners." Luo Qing appeared behind him and chuckled with an arrogant expression.

Feng Xiantian lost his smile, instead, a calm look was shown before he put a hand over his face."May I ask why the fuck have you all appeared inside me?"

The Sect Master of the Ancestral Profound Sect, Xing Yan appeared in front of him with a terrifying appearance. His eye sockets were empty and appeared as black with blood dripping down from the two holes.

Obviously to a cultivator like Feng Xiantian this did not have any effect, but it could be seen that what he was seeing was not a dream, but instead, it was a nightmare.

"Stop being so fake Feng Xiantian. We all know that this arrogance is just your shell… You are a person who does not care about others, you are simply worse than us, killing innocents as if it was like chopping vegetables.

"So what? What could a corpse like you do to me?" Feng Xiantian laughed out rather loudly as he swung the sword in his hand.

"You can get rid of us for now… But remember we are all part of you now…" Trillions and quadrillions of corpses started to pop out from the water, despite that he showed no clear expression.

"We'll see…"

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Feng Xiantian stretched his limbs, waking up today had really given his mood a higher satisfaction. He had grown in strength extremely quickly.

Not more than half an hour after he woke up, he quickly ate food and left the house. Obviously, no one noticed him with his current power level.

He was not scared of any Origin Realm cultivator either. Due to his current strength, he could now also use a Martial Skill which could count as Rank 7 effortlessly.

"How in the fucking hell…" A voice sounded out, with the tone of disbelief. It was the same person who had called him a brat and calls herself an 'Empress'.

Feng Xiantian kept his calm expression, he started to wave the iron sword in his hand without care. His Low Mastery of the Will of the Sword was close to the boundaries of the Middle Mastery.

With a deep breath, he started to connect himself to his surroundings. Martial Power surged out of him without a stop.

One slash...Two slashes...Five...Ten...Twenty...Fifty...A hundred slashes!

A white aura was produced as the one-hundredth slash cut dozens of trees and even cut through a massive rock.

This was a Martial Skill of the Seventh Rank, something akin to a legend even in the Azure Province as a whole, few factions held such a powerful Martial Skill.

"You are surprisingly good… How in the hell did you gain access to such skills? You are just but a tiny kid after all." The voice inside him was surprised once again.

"How I gained access to my own skills is not something you should be concerned about. Instead, worry about your own safety. How in hell are you inside my mind anyway?"

"You can blame someone very close to you for that brat. This empress is angry at who made me like this, but trying to question me like that won't do any good either."

"Alright then, I acquired more than enough information from our discussion here, you can go back now." Feng Xiantian said with a calm tone.

"Wait,what…?" A pause emerged as the voice panicked."Just what do you mean by that?!"

"I mean exactly what I said. For someone who calls me a brat, you really tend to reveal a decent amount of information for no reason. I'm no smartass, but you are just too dumb."

The voice was silent for a moment.

"Brat, I think I've started to grow a new kind of hate towards your family and especially you."

"The amount of people who hate me is not small, why'd I care about another person hating on me?" Feng Xiantian said as he started to practice the Martial Skill again.

This Martial Skill was divided into several stages.

1.Ten Slashes.

2.A hundred slashes.

3. A Thousand Slashes.

4. Ten thousand Slashes.

5. Ninety-Nine Thousand Slashes.

To be frank, it was more like the 'checkpoints' where the power between the previous slash and the next slash would differ by an extremely high amount.

With this Martial Skill, he could easily suppress Origin Realm cultivators even if he could only use it to the one-hundredth slash.

"How many people could even hate you anyway? Aren't you sure you are mistaking the hate of the girl from that other village for hate akin to my hate?"

"Shut up, I don't hate time to waste on someone like you."

"You!"

"Shut up, I don't have time to waste on someone like you."

"You!"