Chapter 6: Death Sutra and Ancient Dragon Transformation Art
After laughing and playing with Fortissax, Yu Feng placed Fortissax next to him to practice. From Fortissax, he learned something surprising — Fortissax could also cultivate. He could refine soul power independently.
With Fortissax able to refine soul power on his own and Yu Feng refining through his martial soul, it was practically a case of 1 + 1 = 2.
Yu Feng then sat cross-legged. He held two books in his hands: one was black, wreathed in dark smoke — the Death Sutra — and the other was white, surrounded by crackling red lightning — the Ancient Dragon Transformation Art.
The Ancient Dragon Transformation Art had come from Fortissax. Since Fortissax could cultivate, he had naturally brought his own cultivation technique along. Yu Feng learned from him that it was a physical technique that strengthened the body — and even humans could practice it. So Yu Feng had asked Fortissax to pass it on to him.
The Ancient Dragon Transformation Art was a technique of the ancient dragons of Elden Ring. It used red lightning to temper the body, transforming it into an ancient dragon's physique.
After learning about it, Yu Feng decided to combine it with the Death Sutra. However, he quickly realized that although the Death Sutra also strengthened the body, it wasn't purely physical.
After pondering for a while, Yu Feng carefully placed the Ancient Dragon Transformation Art aside. He wasn't foolish. What if the two techniques conflicted?
If he recklessly tried to cultivate both at the same time, it could lead to disastrous consequences. His main focus should still be the Death Sutra.
For now, caution was better than greed.
He decided to first practice the Death Sutra. Slowly, Yu Feng closed his eyes, gathering soul power as dark mist began to swirl around him.
At first, Yu Feng felt uncomfortable, a sense of resistance inside him. But as he became more familiar with the technique, he successfully gathered the death energy into his dantian.
A thumb-sized space opened up — the Death Space — a space used to store death energy. Although it was only the size of a thumb, it contained a whole new world inside.
"This doesn't seem too difficult to practice," Yu Feng thought.
Opening his eyes, he felt the Death Space at his dantian — dark, empty, yet profound.
Feeling a strangeness in his body, Yu Feng went in front of a mirror to check if any changes had occurred.
What he saw stunned him.
In the mirror stood a stranger — yet somehow familiar.
A man whose very presence was sharper than any blade, exuding a soul-crushing pressure.
His hair, pure white like untouched snow, framed a face too perfect to belong to mortals.
Under long lashes, crimson eyes glowed faintly, burning coldly like dying embers — eyes that no longer saw the world as anything but fleeting dust.
"Is this...me?...Wow...so handsome!"
Pinching his face, Yu Feng grinned excitedly. His excitement only grew — after all, no man wanted anyone to be more handsome than himself.
After admiring himself for a while, Yu Feng decided to check on his parents and see how they were progressing.
When he arrived at their room, he saw his parents sitting cross-legged on their bed, practicing the Death Sutra. But unlike him, there was no death mist surrounding them.
Yu Feng quickly realized the reason:
He was the inheritor of Maliketh and possessed Maliketh's Black Blade, which supplied death energy to him. His parents, however, had no such source.
Without death energy to fill the Death Space, their dantians could be damaged — harming their future cultivation.
Thinking quickly, Yu Feng summoned his second martial soul — Maliketh's Black Blade.
A massive, jagged black blade emerged from his right hand, inscribed with the Rune of Death (Destined Death). Controlling the blade, Yu Feng began to release death energy into the room.
Dark, dense death mist filled the space — so thick it flowed into Yu Feng's own body through the blade.
Yu Feng's eyes narrowed. His body trembled violently, feeling both immense pain and eerie coldness. For a moment, he thought of stopping.
But thinking of his parents, he endured.
For the first time, he felt what real death power was like. The power from Destined Death was pure and overwhelming — unlike the mixed soul-death energy he had used before.
At the same time, he worried whether his parents could withstand it.
After half an hour, once the dark mist fully surrounded his parents, Yu Feng finally withdrew his Black Blade.
He knew that now all his parents needed to do was absorb the death energy, open their Death Space, and refine the rest.
Satisfied, Yu Feng returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began filling his own Death Space.
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One month later.
In his room, Yu Feng sat meditating, eyes closed. Fortissax slept peacefully on his head like a warm hat.
In this one month, many changes had taken place:
First, Yu Feng had completely filled his Death Space with death energy. Now, whenever he attacked — whether it was a punch, kick, or claw — he could infuse it with death power.
Second, he had begun practicing the Ancient Dragon Transformation Art. His red eyes now flickered with arcs of red lightning, and he could summon red lightning at will.
Third, with the combination of the Death Sutra, Ancient Dragon Transformation Art, and the body strengthening from soul awakening, Yu Feng's physical strength had reached the level of a Soul King.
Now, he could absorb a 10,000-year soul ring as his first soul ring!
He was thrilled when he realized this.
Another thing he discovered was that Fortissax could cultivate even while sleeping — without Yu Feng needing to feed him soul power!
Not only that, Fortissax could remain outside without consuming even a sliver of Yu Feng's energy.
Yu Feng was shocked — and jealous — at how easy it was for Fortissax compared to him!
But he was also happy. Fortissax was not just a martial soul — he was a living being with emotions, and Yu Feng wanted him to live freely.
At this moment, while Yu Feng was meditating, a sudden surge of soul power burst out from his parents' room.
Quickly picking up Fortissax from his head and gently placing him on the bed, Yu Feng dashed toward his parents' room!