Xuanwu War Sovereign

Innate True Spirits, Innate Divine Beasts—the darlings of Heaven and Earth, Demon Gods born of nature itself.

Qin Feng had once heard that at the end of the Dusk Era, an Innate Thunder Beast had been born. This creature emerged from the Thunder Sea, innately mastering the various paths of the Thunder Dao.

It was born in response to the world’s Thunder Dao, carrying with it the immense Qi Fortune of thunder.

In just a thousand years, it ascended to become a Demon God and achieved Transcendence.

This was the last Demon God to be born in the Dusk Era.

Qin Feng had never imagined he would have such a fortuitous encounter—the chance to seize an Innate Divine Ability that contained the very foundation of an Innate True Spirit.

If he could seize an Innate Divine Ability, the door to becoming a Demon God would crack open for him.

As he sank into the Spirit Refining Platform and his mind grew still, Qin Feng felt as if he had touched a trace of the Heaven and Earth Great Path. Enveloped in a jade-green radiance, he then merged with it.

At the same time, an Innate Rune of an Innate Divine Ability formed within Qin Feng’s Spirit Platform. It was hazy and indistinct, its mysteries unfathomable.

RUMBLE!

The Innate Rune circulated and perfected itself, gradually outlining a complete form. Then, as a wisp of jade-green flame fused with it, the rune intertwined with Qin Feng’s Divine Soul, slowly merging until it became an inseparable part of him.

Qin Feng’s Divine Soul began to glow, and in that moment, it seemed to gain an indescribable divine aura, like one of the Deities of the Great Path from the world beyond.

A sound suddenly arose, like the vibrating roar of ocean tides.

On the Spirit Refining Platform, a faint blue radiance began to emanate from Qin Feng’s body, and he heard a roar like that of the open sea.

’Success!’

Qin Feng opened his eyes. A wondrous sensation washed over him, as if he had gained a new ability.

’An Innate Divine Ability!’ A fiery, unconcealable passion burned in Qin Feng’s eyes. To grasp one of the Divine Abilities—something even experts in the Condensing Vein Realm possessed—while he was only at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer Heaven... This was such a rare opportunity that despite his will of steel, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of uncontrollable excitement.

’Ocean Control!’ Qin Feng instantly understood the name of his new Innate Divine Ability. He let out a slow breath.

The Black Tortoise Divine Beast was the Northern God, the Northern Water God. It possessed a natural command over the ocean, and Ocean Control was one of its most formidable Innate Divine Abilities.

Qin Feng finally felt at ease. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for his good luck. At least he hadn’t ended up with some useless ability like the Black Tortoise Divine Beast’s shell or claws.

Ocean Control was an Innate Water Element Divine Ability. If he could cultivate it to the stage of Great Success, Qin Feng could rely on it to become a Sea God.

But for now, the Innate Divine Ability had just been born. It only possessed the power of a Tier One ability. Forget controlling the ocean—he couldn’t even control a small creek with it.

It was well known that all Divine Abilities, whether Innate or Acquired, had nine tiers. Tier One was the weakest and Tier Nine was the strongest, with Tier Ten signifying Great Perfection. Divine Abilities had to be comprehended and cultivated to advance through the tiers and unleash their full power.

Qin Feng estimated that at Tier One, Ocean Control could at most control some rainwater within a thirty-foot radius. At Tier Two, it could probably control a kilometer-long creek.

And the power it would wield at Tier Three would be even more terrifying!

Qin Feng didn’t immediately rush off the Spirit Refining Platform. It contained an abundance of Pure Spiritual Qi, and he greedily absorbed this supremely pure energy, circulating his Innate Primordial True Qi to begin the Refinement process.

As the supremely pure Spiritual Qi was refined, his Circulation Meridians were reforged and his physical body was strengthened. The process was akin to Washing Marrow and Peeling Fur; it cleansed his hidden injuries and nourished his very Life Origin. His Innate Primordial True Qi condensed and surged, and with every passing moment, Qin Feng’s aura grew stronger.

RUMBLE!

Just then, the great doors of the Refining Spirit Hall were crudely blasted open, and a group of people stormed inside.

Xiao Yuchan led the group. Following them, Liu Canyang entered with a dark expression, his eyes filled with an icy killing intent. His gaze swept the hall, searching for any sign of Qin Feng.

Following them were Yuan Daozhen, Du Pingxia, Li Qiubai, Lû Chunyang, and the rest, who all charged in.

"So this is the Refining Spirit Hall, the Lingxu Sect’s Land of Spirit Refining. What a magnificent and imposing palace!" Li Qiubai exclaimed in awe, gazing at the hall before them.

A young man next to Liu Canyang stormed into the hall and immediately roared, "Qin Feng, get out here and die!"

"I know you’re in here! Get out, you coward!" the young man bellowed, his powerful voice echoing throughout the hall.

The young Martial Artists beside Liu Canyang had grim expressions. Their eyes were sharp and filled with chilling killing intent as they searched for the black-robed youth.

"Stop looking around! Block the entrance!" Zhao Mingcheng yelled from beside Du Pingxia. "Qin Feng has to be in here! We can’t let him get away this time! We have to stop him from Refining Spirit!"

Du Pingxia’s expression turned cold and soured. After all, Qin Feng was her ally.

Zhao Mingcheng had been watching Du Pingxia closely. When he saw her expression, he grew even more furious. A venomous glint flashed in his eyes. He had long considered Du Pingxia his private property and would not allow anyone else to get near her.

"Qin Feng, you little bastard! Stop hiding! Today, you’re destined to die without a proper burial!" Zhao Mingcheng stepped forward, circulating his True Qi as he roared.

"That’s right! Find him and kill the little bastard!" someone added with a sinister shout. It was Hu Qing.

Hu Qing hated Qin Feng to the bone.

"What terrifying Stone Beasts! So majestic... Why do I feel like they’re alive? They have the majesty of God-Demons!" A figure flashed forward. It was a young man with a long saber on his back, his face filled with shock as he stared at the four statues.

"Look! This must be where they stored the Barbaric Beast Essences! There are so many of them... a pity they’re all empty!" Someone had discovered the stone cabinets and was pulling them open one by one to check.

"That’s... the Spirit Refining Platform!" one of the youths stammered, staring wide-eyed and speechless at the jade platform.

At the mention of the Spirit Refining Platform, figures shot forward. The gazes of Liu Canyang, Xiao Yuchan, and Du Pingxia instantly swept over like sharp swords.

"Wait, there’s someone on it!" Zhao Mingcheng, who had sharp eyes, instantly spotted the vague, dark figure on the Spirit Refining Platform.

"It’s Qin Feng!" Taking a closer look, Zhao Mingcheng shrieked, unable to hide the jealousy in his eyes.

"He’s Refining Spirit! Everyone, stop him!" Zhao Mingcheng roared in fury.

A tremor went through the crowd. In an instant, every gaze fell upon the black-robed youth, who looked as if he were encased in jade amber.

The atmosphere in the hall grew turbulent. For a moment, the Evil Qi condensed, as oppressive as a gathering storm.

At that exact moment, however, the black-robed youth on the Spirit Refining Platform suddenly opened his eyes!

The next moment—BANG! A world-shattering explosion rocked the jade. The massive Spirit Refining Platform erupted, sending chunks of jade flying in all directions.

The exploding fragments shot out like swift arrows!

A dark figure burst out from the shattered Spirit Refining Platform. He moved faster than lightning, appearing before Zhao Mingcheng in an instant. With speed that was impossible to react to, a slender, fair hand seized Zhao Mingcheng by the neck.

The five fingers clamped down on Zhao Mingcheng’s neck like steel talons on a chick, tight as an iron pincer! Zhao Mingcheng’s eyes bulged, so terrified he couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t even had time to react before Qin Feng lifted him off the ground with one hand.

"You noisy mutt. I wasn’t going to bother with you, but you kept provoking me again and again. Since you don’t know what’s good for you, I’ll be ’merciful’ and send you to hell!" As Zhao Mingcheng stared with indescribable terror, Qin Feng’s dark eyes drew close, the killing intent in his pupils swirling as if it were tangible...