The Art of Chaotic Divinity

In truth, after Ling Feng condensed his Chaotic Source Mark of Brilliance on Tiansheng Peak, he successfully advanced to the Spiritual Element Realm during the second month.

Afterward, he made a trip to the Misty Ghost Forest. His original goal had been to have the Tianbai Emperor's spiritual manifestation to implant a new set of Qi-Refining Primordial Locks for him. Unexpectedly, that old man advised him to wait until he had reached fifth-refinement or higher in his soul manifestation before returning.

Though he failed to obtain the new Primordial Locks, he instead awakened two new abilities tied to the Eye of the Emperor during the trip.

The first was a Heavenly Dao divine inscription called Reality Reversal.

The second was a Human Dao divine inscription called Memory Plunder.

As for the Asura's Eye, its true power would likely only emerge in battle.

The ability called Memory Plunder was easy to understand. It granted absolute information extraction with zero error, an unfailing method of gathering intelligence.

Reality Reversal, however, was different. It resembled a unique type of space-time secret art. Once activated, the target would fall into a reversed spatial dimension. In that space, all order and orientation would become inverted. Front became back. Left became right. Up became down. The sky became the ground...

Even the target's consciousness would be affected by the reversal rules of that space.

Ling Feng himself, however, could remain unaffected. Within the reversed space, he could control its laws and even redirect his enemy's attacks back onto themselves.

This was an extremely overpowered ability. Like the power of the Void Eye, it was not restricted by cultivation realm. In theory, even an immortal emperor would find themselves utterly disoriented inside the reversed domain. The key, however, was possessing enough spiritual consciousness to pull the opponent into that space.

With Ling Feng's current level, he could maintain the reversal space for about a quarter of an hour. If he joined forces with Despicable Donkey and dragged the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor into that realm, they would have more than a seventy percent chance of killing the peak demon emperor.

This was both personal vengeance and national retribution!

"No wonder your ambitions are growing by the day!"

Li Bufan nodded. He had spent all this time chasing after Ling Feng's footsteps, but somehow the gap only seemed to widen.

Still, he had never lost heart.

Even barely keeping up with a monster like Ling Feng was enough to drive him forward.

"By the way, General Ling, I heard Tianmang Fortress has set up a Hundred Battles Arena. It's meant for the geniuses in the army to spar and sharpen their skills. Are you interested?"

Lu Qingshan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "I went there two days ago, thinking I could earn some military merit points. I didn't expect to get humiliated in the very first match. I really can't swallow that defeat!"

"Hundred Battles Arena?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he understood. "Is it the same kind of consecutive match arena we had at Tianwei Academy?"

"Yes, exactly. Back at the academy, Liufeng won a hundred battles in a row and was hailed as the Invincible War God."

Lu Qingshan nodded repeatedly.

Mu Liufeng shook his head and gave a bitter smile. "Invincible War God was just an empty title. Now I understand what it means to always have someone stronger."

Li Yunting smiled bitterly too. "As much as I hate to admit it, the elites in the military are far stronger than those in our academy."

"Take someone like Yan Jinghong. Sure, he's a genius with outstanding talent, but when facing high-tier or peak Spiritual Element Realm martial artists in the military, he still falls short. Especially here in Tianmang Fortress, I've seen several geniuses whose talent might even surpass Xuanyuan Pozhen."

"Oh?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. Their words had sparked his curiosity.

True geniuses all longed for battle. Ling Feng, born with the Blood of the Emperor, had an even deeper thirst for it.

Seeing that he was clearly interested, Lu Qingshan quickly followed up. "General Ling, you should go to the arena and beat those elites from Tianmang Fortress. Teach them a lesson. Show them that we new recruits have strong fighters too."

"Exactly. Brother Ling, you might even become the next King of a Hundred Battles!"

"Right. Help us vent our frustration. Those veterans really think they're something just because they're a few years older!"

Situ Lei, the one who kept pestering Jiang Xiaofan to take him as a disciple, was also there in the tent. He had clung to Jiang Xiaofan like glue and could not be shaken off.

Though his attitude left much to be desired, his determination to learn was at least admirable.

"Haha... Wahahaha..."

At that moment, a mocking laugh suddenly came from outside the tent.

Ling Feng frowned and raised a hand. A gust of wind flung the tent flap open as he barked, "Who's there?"

The flap was lifted to reveal several commanders from Ling Feng's own barracks. They had come to report to their new superior, but when they overheard the conversation inside about the Hundred Battles Arena, they could not help laughing.

Strictly speaking, the arena was designed for high-tier Spiritual Element Realm experts to challenge one another. The military's intent behind creating it was to push all soldiers to train hard. Anyone who stood out in the arena, regardless of background, could be recognized and promoted.

Early-stage or those below the Spiritual Element Realm could enter, but they mostly served as punching bags.

The soldiers under Ling Feng were all new recruits. No matter what rank he held, that did not change the fact that he had just graduated from an academy.

For them to talk about the title of King of a Hundred Battles was pure fantasy.

"General Ling, I am Xu Zhongda, commander of the First Infantry Battalion."

"I am commander of the Second Infantry Battalion..."

Eight commanders in total gave their names and respective units. They looked lazy and indifferent, clearly unimpressed by General Weiyuan.

They were all peak Spiritual Element Realm martial artists. As far as they were concerned, some greenhorn fresh out of school had no right to give them orders.

Even Jingwang himself still had to act obedient under the commander-in-chief. What made this so-called General Weiyuan think he was any different?

Ling Feng swept his gaze across them. His expression turned cold.

"What were you laughing at just now?"

"Nothing at all, General Ling. You must have misheard. We didn't laugh, did we, everyone?"

Xu Zhongda shrugged, completely unfazed.

"That's right. We didn't laugh."

The rest of the veterans followed suit. None of them took Ling Feng seriously.

"You didn't laugh?"

Ling Feng slowly stood up.

Smack!

A loud slap echoed through the tent.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Zhongda was sent flying by a crisp slap across the face.