Chapter 104: Please Ascend

As Lin Jiufeng spoke, the prisoners who had escaped from the Dimensional Prison scattered in all directions. Some descended upon the mortal world and began a frenzied massacre.

"Human blood… It's been so long since I last tasted it."

"Starving for thousands of years… This time, I will feast to my heart's content!"

A werewolf, gaunt and skeletal from hunger, rushed into a small town. The moment he saw the humans scattered across the streets, he unleashed his true energy and arcane power, enveloping the entire town in his grasp.

Then, the slaughter began.

Minutes later, the werewolf sprinted toward the next settlement, his eyes bloodshot and his body drenched in fresh blood.

One village after another fell.

Resentment and killing intent surged skyward, mingling with the overwhelming scent of blood, creating an eerie, lingering miasma that refused to dissipate.

Cangshan

Lin Jiufeng's primordial spirit sensed the unfolding massacre. His expression turned icy, and without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light that tore through the sky.

As he soared, his gaze swept across towns dyed in crimson, witnessing the carnage left in the wake of these prisoners. His heart burned with rage.

Then, he saw the werewolf in the midst of his bloodthirsty rampage.

Without a word, Lin Jiufeng became a sword light and descended.

The werewolf, devouring flesh ravenously, suddenly sensed the threat. His brow furrowed as he looked up, catching sight of the incoming sword qi.

"ROAR!"

In an instant, his body expanded, growing from a mere meter tall to a towering five meters. His fur thickened, his fangs gleamed with menace, and his aura surged, exuding a terrifying presence. His eyes flashed with malice as his killing intent swept across the heavens.

Without hesitation, he raised his razor-sharp claws and slashed at the incoming sword qi, determined to shatter it.

After consuming human blood and flesh, his once-withered body had regained vitality, restoring a portion of his lost strength. Even when faced with Lin Jiufeng, an Eleventh Restriction cultivator, he felt no fear.

To him, the mortal realm was weak. Who could stand against him?

But what happened next caught him off guard.

The sword qi was incomparably sharp, carrying an unstoppable force. It pierced through the sky, fueled by Lin Jiufeng's boundless fury, and transformed into a sword of life and death.

Against these formidable beings from the Dimensional Prison, Lin Jiufeng dared not hold back. He unleashed one of his two most formidable techniques from the Path of Mortality.

One sword splits Yin and Yang.

One sword severs life and death.

At this moment, the sword qi transformed into two colors—black and white—surging forth like a raging tide, engulfing the werewolf completely.

The werewolf's claws slashed wildly, attempting to fend off the sword qi. But it was futile.

The sword qi was relentless.

Boom!

The sword qi continued to rain down, each strand slicing through the werewolf's body. His once-indestructible physique could not withstand the relentless assault. Blood gushed from deep wounds, and his agonized howls filled the air.

He tried to escape, to flee from the overwhelming force.

But Lin Jiufeng didn't grant him the chance.

At that moment, his primordial spirit activated.

A single thought, and the flower of the soul blooms—ruling over all!

A flower, still in bud, appeared and landed between the werewolf's brows. No matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The soul flower penetrated his flesh, taking root in his primordial spirit.

Then, it bloomed.

The werewolf's soul was swallowed, consumed by the blossoming flower. His desperate struggles, his anguished screams, his feeble resistance—all ended in an instant.

The sword qi ceased.

Lin Jiufeng appeared ten meters away, his gaze locked onto the werewolf's collapsing body. The creature shrank rapidly from five meters back to its original size, its eyes hollow and lifeless.

The werewolf was dead.

Lin Jiufeng had obliterated both his soul and his body.

But he felt no joy.

His eyes swept across the desolate village, over the corpses that littered the ground, over the rivers of blood that painted the earth. A suffocating rage surged within him, burning fiercely with no way to be vented.

Then, Lin Jiufeng sensed someone watching him.

He abruptly turned, his piercing gaze locking onto a figure a hundred miles away.

It was an undead—an ancient skeleton with a flickering soul flame, belonging to the Bone Clan of the Dimensional Prison.

The skeleton had been observing Lin Jiufeng's battle with the werewolf, believing itself concealed. After all, it was at a much higher realm than Lin Jiufeng.

Yet, Lin Jiufeng had noticed.

"Not good!" The Bone Clan expert immediately attempted to flee.

"Stop!"

A voice, cold and commanding, echoed behind him.

The soul flame of the skeleton flickered violently. It hesitated, then slowly turned around.

"Mortal world powerhouse, I did not partake in the slaughter of humans. I have done nothing." The skeleton spoke in a hollow voice.

Lin Jiufeng's gaze remained frigid. "I know. That's why I won't kill you."

The skeleton let out a sigh of relief.

Though its realm was far superior to Lin Jiufeng's, it had been weakened for thousands of years. While its cultivation level remained, its strength had long diminished. Against a bloodthirsty warrior like Lin Jiufeng, it had no confidence in victory.

The werewolf had been slain. What chance did it stand?

"Then why are you chasing me?" The skeleton asked warily.

Lin Jiufeng's response was decisive. "I want you to ascend."

"What?" The skeleton's soul flame flickered violently.

"Please ascend." Lin Jiufeng's expression remained indifferent.

"I just escaped the Dimensional Prison. My strength is depleted. If I ascend to the Dimensional Battlefield now, it would be certain death! Let me recover in the mortal world first." The skeleton attempted to negotiate.

"The mortal world cannot contain you." Lin Jiufeng's voice was firm. He fixed his gaze on the skeleton and spoke clearly: "Ascend, or die."

With that, he raised his hand. Two fingers formed a sword, and a terrifying sword qi emerged—black and white, embodying Yin and Yang, life and death.

The skeleton felt a suffocating pressure. "You're forcing me!"

"Then die." Lin Jiufeng thrust his sword finger forward.

"Wait, wait!" The skeleton hastily shouted.

Lin Jiufeng paused, eyeing it coldly.

The skeleton let out a long sigh. "Fine. I'll ascend. Better that than dying in this cursed mortal world."

Lin Jiufeng retracted his sword qi but kept his gaze locked onto the skeleton, ensuring it followed through.

The skeleton's soul flame darkened with resentment. It glared at Lin Jiufeng. "What is your name?"

"They call me… the God of the Mortal World." Lin Jiufeng said, echoing the title of the old dragon.

The skeleton burned the name into its soul. "God of the Mortal World, I will remember you. When you reach the Dimensional Battlefield, let's see if you still dare to draw your sword at me."

It was a threat.

Lin Jiufeng remained unfazed.

The Dimensional Battlefield was vast, far greater than the mortal world. The chances of encountering this skeleton again were slim.

Boom!

With no other choice, the skeleton forcefully elevated its power to the mortal world's limit.

Thunder roared. Lightning shattered the sky. A spatial rift opened.

Within the rift, chaotic energies surged—lightning, space turbulence—each one capable of obliterating a Ninth Restriction cultivator and gravely injuring a Tenth.

This was ascension.

Lin Jiufeng watched, ensuring the skeleton begrudgingly stepped through and vanished.