After the upheaval within the Heaven Dou Empire, the turbulent Douluo Continent seemed to have fallen into a deceptive calm.
Between the two great empires and Spirit Hall, there were no clashes, no frictions—everything appeared harmonious.
Yet beneath this fragile peace, only a handful of people realized that an unimaginably massive storm of war was quietly brewing.
Two Years Later
Heaven Dou City.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, along with the clans of the Defense (Po) and Control (Yu) branches, had relocated their headquarters here.
Not only them—in these two years, under the persuasion of Ning Fengzhi, Yang Wudi, and Niu Gao, the Strength (Li) Clan and Speed (Min) Clan had also joined the alliance. With the Heaven Dou Empire's full support, a new joint sect headquarters had already been established.
However, the Strength Clan and Speed Clan joined the alliance under a different name—the Tang Sect.
Yes, after surviving the ordeals of the Slaughter City and Yuexuan, Tang San had finally returned. He became the master of the newly founded Tang Sect, taking charge of the production and distribution of hidden weapons within the alliance.
The Clear Sky Sect remained in seclusion.
As for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, despite Yu Tianlong's efforts, he only managed to bring out just over fifty direct disciples, settling them beside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Even this was only because Yu Tianlong disguised the move as "joining the academies for study and training," which barely won reluctant approval from the clan's elders.
Although Chen Feng had warned Yu Tianlong that facing Spirit Hall alone would only lead to annihilation, the arrogant Yu Yuanzhen refused to listen to the words of a mere junior.
In truth, Yu Yuanzhen had long been reluctant to acknowledge Yu Tianlong as his successor. Were it not for Yu Tianlong's stunning performance at the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament and the pressure from the clan elders, Yu Yuanzhen would never have allowed his return.
Now that the clan had relocated near the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Yu Tianlong's influence within and outside the clan would naturally rise. Everyone on the continent knew of his close ties with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which not only had the twin swordsmen, Sword and Bone Douluo, but also the rapidly rising Chen Feng, who could already rival a Titled Douluo.
Once Yu Yuanzhen grew old, who within the clan could suppress Yu Tianlong's authority?
Thus, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ultimately permitted only a small number of young disciples to move, using the excuse that Heaven Dou Academy and the Four Elemental Academies were also in the city, allowing the youth to spar, learn, and grow together.
When Chen Feng heard of this, he simply sighed.
If Heaven itself decreed the fall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, who could stop it?
Still, Yu Tianlong had managed to bring out dozens of disciples, sparing them from the complete tragedy Chen Feng remembered from his past life.
Apart from them, several small sects that had suffered under Spirit Hall's oppression also relocated near Heaven Dou City.
Some had close to a hundred people, others barely ten or fewer. But when combined, these small sects still numbered nearly a thousand spirit masters—a force not to be underestimated.
The Four Elemental Academies also moved to Heaven Dou City, merging into a single independent academy. Their faculty alone included nearly ten Spirit Saints, making their strength rival that of many medium-sized sects.
In short, within just two years, power flowed into Heaven Dou City like streams converging into a vast ocean, forming a force that even Spirit Hall would have to think twice before attacking.
Chen Feng's Progress
In these two years, Chen Feng's cultivation had risen steadily, reaching Level 77—an astonishing pace of two to three levels a year at the Spirit Sage realm.
Later, by absorbing the leg bone taken from Ghost Douluo, his spirit power skyrocketed to Level 80.
Now, he only lacked a spirit ring to step into the realm of Spirit Douluo.
Shura God intended to bestow him with a God-bestowed Spirit Ring, but Chen Feng refused.
In his past life, he had risen atop Sword Peak, personally slaying a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast known as the Sword Grass.
Now, five hundred years earlier in this timeline, Sword Grass still existed. Chen Feng had no reason to let it go.
Once his spirit power stabilized, Chen Feng set out for Sword Peak, determined to claim this ring again with his strength.
Sword Peak lay at the border between the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires, along the eastern sea. After sailing about a hundred miles offshore, a small island appeared.
At its center rose a towering mountain, sharp as a sword piercing the heavens.
This was Chen Feng's former cultivation ground, where he had once meditated on the sea and comprehended the essence of the sword, eventually slaying Sword Grass and ascending into the ranks of Titled Douluo.
Staring at the mountain, Chen Feng's heart surged with emotion.
In his past life, he had searched endlessly for divine inheritance but found none.
Now, before the age of eighteen, he had already reached a level comparable to Titled Douluo!
Everything he had achieved was hard-won.
For the sake of the sword, for the sake of godhood, he had abandoned nearly all personal feelings. Could anyone else have walked this path?
Steeling his resolve, Chen Feng advanced.
The dark-red Seven Kill Shura Sword appeared in his hand, and his Killing Domain spread wide.
From atop Sword Peak, a flash of emerald light split the air—Sword Grass!
As its name suggested, it was but a single leaf of grass, yet sharper than any blade.
With one strike, it carved through hundreds of meters of coastline, splitting the earth and sending seawater surging.
Chen Feng invoked the Nine Shadows of the Divine Dragon, pushing his movement to the extreme. Empowered by his domain, he clashed head-on with Sword Grass.
That day, the island was consumed by sword qi.
Countless crisscrossing gashes marred the land, seawater poured into ravines, and the clash raged for a full hour before silence finally fell.
Meanwhile…
Elsewhere on the continent.
A group of black-clad figures moved silently, suppressing their aura as they advanced toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Inside the clan grounds, a Spirit King sentinel sensed the disturbance. With cold confidence, he pursued a shadow.
But the next instant—
His body was hurled back like a cannonball, flying nearly a hundred meters before smashing into the clan's gate.
The sheer force left a deep dent in the massive door, and the Spirit King's body was shattered.
What horrified him most was that his opponent hadn't even released a martial spirit!
Enemy… attack…!
With the last of his strength, his shrill cry echoed through the clan grounds.