The Shadow Abyss was no fortress — it was a tomb built from the screams of countless cultivators.
Miles beneath the black mountains, the earth opened into a vast canyon, its walls etched with runes that pulsed like the veins of some sleeping beast. The air reeked of sulfur, old blood, and ghostly resentment. Faint crimson mist drifted through the cracks of the abyss, whispering voices that clawed at one's sanity.
Lin Feng stood at the edge of the canyon, his cloak fluttering in the wind.
Behind him, Li Quexin, Yang Busi, and Sun Mei stared into the dark expanse below.
"This is it," Yang Busi muttered. "Their main nest."
Lin Feng nodded. "Stay alert. The Devil Sect's Grand Elder won't let us walk in easily."
He spread his divine sense — but the abyss was silent. Too silent.
No demonic qi, no movement, no presence.
Only stillness.
Only death.
He frowned. "Something's wrong—"
Then the ground beneath their feet split apart.
BOOM!
From the depths of the canyon, a storm of black mist erupted — forming countless demonic chains that lashed upward like serpents. The air twisted, runes igniting across the walls of the abyss.
Li Quexin reacted first, her twin blades slicing through several chains. "An ambush!"
"Fall back!" Lin Feng shouted, but the space around them warped — a formation had already locked them inside.
The voice that followed was ancient and mocking.
"Welcome, Lin Feng. We've been expecting you."
From the darkness emerged a figure draped in crimson robes, his eyes glowing with abyssal light — the Grand Elder of the Devil Sect, known as the Abyss Saint's Disciple. His aura pressed like the weight of mountains, crushing the very air.
Beside him appeared a shadowy form — pale, sharp-eyed, with blood-red sigils etched across his forehead.
The Second Patriarch of the Blood Sect.
And from the opposite side, stepping through a vortex of silver qi, came Ouyang Zhan, Patriarch of the Ouyang Family, his expression cold as winter steel.
Three overwhelming auras locked onto Lin Feng simultaneously.
Li Quexin's face turned pale. "Three saint-level presences…"
The Grand Elder smiled faintly. "You've killed our armies, burned our temples, and mocked the balance of this realm. Did you truly think there would be no retribution?"
Lin Feng's grip on his sword tightened. "You should've stayed in your hole."
He released his God Realm aura — golden light flaring around him, the roar of dragons shaking the abyss.
Nine dragon phantoms burst forth, coiling around him like celestial guardians.
The battle erupted instantly.
BOOM!
Lin Feng vanished from sight, appearing behind the Grand Elder with a golden slash that split space itself.
The old monster's staff blocked it — sparks and shockwaves exploding outward, shaking the entire abyss.
Yang Busi and Sun Mei fought desperately at Lin Feng's side, deflecting demonic attacks that rained down like meteors, while Li Quexin engaged the Ouyang elites who emerged from the shadows.
The Grand Elder laughed, his voice echoing.
"God Realm? You dare wield such arrogance before saints?"
He struck the ground with his staff — black chains burst from the earth, wrapping around Lin Feng's legs.
A surge of soul-crushing pressure slammed into him, forcing blood from his lips.
"Not so divine now, are you?"
But Lin Feng gritted his teeth, divine qi roaring as the Dragon Domain expanded violently.
The chains shattered in an instant.
"Divine Dragon Tyrant Fist!"
He unleashed a flurry of strikes, each punch creating shockwaves that cracked the abyss floor. The Grand Elder staggered back, momentarily stunned — but then the Blood Sect's Second Patriarch joined the fray, his hands weaving an ancient seal.
"Blood Soul Sacrifice!"
A massive blood formation appeared in the sky, descending upon Lin Feng like a crimson sun. His skin seared, his qi roared wildly — the blood flames trying to devour his soul.
From the side, Ouyang Zhan moved in silence.
A blade of pure void flashed toward Lin Feng's back.
Clang!
Li Quexin intercepted it just in time — the impact sent her crashing into the canyon wall, blood spraying from her mouth.
"Lin Feng—!" she gasped, eyes wide.
He turned, fury burning in his eyes. "Enough!"
The dragons behind him roared as divine light erupted outward — a tidal wave of golden qi. He unleashed the Nine Dragon's Heavenly Break, shattering the blood formation and forcing the two saints to retreat several steps.
But he was bleeding heavily now, wounds lacing his chest and arms.
Three saint-level beings were too much, even suppressed in the lower realm.
Yang Busi and Sun Mei were both thrown back by a shockwave, barely clinging to life.
The Grand Elder's laughter echoed across the abyss.
"You've fought well, boy. But this is where your legend ends!"
Darkness gathered in his palm — forming a spear of pure demonic essence.
Ouyang Zhan and the Blood Patriarch stepped beside him, merging their energies into the spear, creating an unholy weapon that pulsed with death.
Lin Feng tried to raise his sword, but his vision blurred. His divine qi was collapsing under the crushing pressure.
He whispered, "Master… looks like I won't make that one year."
The spear was hurled.
It tore through the abyss, space shattering in its wake — a strike that could annihilate entire sects.
Lin Feng's eyes hardened. "If this is it— then I'll burn everything with me!"
He raised his sword, gathering every last drop of his divine qi, the golden dragons coiling around him in frenzy.
"Heavenly Dragon Sacrificial Slash!"
Light and darkness collided.
The explosion swallowed the entire Shadow Abyss.
The shockwave tore through the mountains, sending flames and dust spiraling into the heavens.
When the smoke cleared — Lin Feng was kneeling, his armor shattered, blood dripping from his mouth.
His sword was cracked.
The three saints still stood, wounded but alive.
The Grand Elder raised his hand again. "Persistent little insect."
But before he could strike — the air trembled.
BOOOOOM!
A golden pillar of sword light descended from the clouds, cleaving through the abyss and halting the saint's attack.
From the sky descended several powerful auras — divine and terrifying.
At their head was a tall man in white robes, his aura calm yet vast as the heavens — Lin Feng's Master, the Sword Sovereign Sect patriarch, the Duan Patriarch, Jiang Patriarch, Martial Sect Leader, and several Half-Saint experts from allied sects.
The sky trembled under their combined pressure.
"Three saints against one junior?" Lin Feng's master said coldly, his eyes like swords. "How low has the Devil Sect fallen?"
The Grand Elder's expression darkened. "You shouldn't have come, old man. You'll only die sooner."
The Sword Sovereign's blade appeared in his hand — a single motion that made even the saints hesitate.
Lin Feng struggled to rise, his voice hoarse. "Master… you came."
His master smiled faintly, eyes never leaving the enemy. "I told you once, Lin Feng. The sword does not bend to evil."