1262 Suppression of the Ancient Dream Realm

Chapter 1262 - Suppression of the Ancient Dream Realm

At the center of a massive scorched crater in the Ancient Dream Realm:

Swish!

Zhao Feng's figure suddenly appeared.

"Instant Movement!"

The moment he arrived in the Ancient Dream Realm, Zhao Feng immediately used Instant Movement to leap through space. Zhao Feng emerged in the sky five hundred thousand li away.

"My Instant Movement can now travel five hundred thousand li!" Zhao Feng was elated.

Breaking into the Heavenly Divine Realm was a process where one mingled with heaven and earth and constantly comprehended their principles. At this point, Zhao Feng's Space Intent had smoothly reached Level Five while his Five Elements Intent and Wind Lightning Intent had all reached Level Four. His Lightning Intent and Metal Intent in particular were on the verge of reaching Level Five.

Zhao Feng also sensed that he could fuse with the world at any time and use the power of the Ancient Dream Realm to increase his strength. If he could familiarize himself in the control of the Ancient Dream Realm's energy, he could further increase the distance his Instant Movement could travel.

Swish!

Zhao Feng put on the Spacetime Robe. A profound Space Intent attached to his body, bringing his own Space Intent to near Level Six.

On his journey, he continued to comprehend Space Intent and the principles of the Ancient Dream Realm. Gradually, Zhao Feng sent part of his mind to fuse with the Ancient Dream Realm.

At this moment, Zhao Feng seemed to become the sky and was able to look down at his journeying self.

Bzzzz!

This part of his mind that was fused with the Ancient Dream Realm could control the energy of the world, including space. Zhao Feng immediately felt the resistance to his Instant Movement plunge, with both the distance and the stability of the spatial passage increasing.

In this fashion, Zhao Feng rapidly traveled through the Ancient Dream Realm. It didn't even take five days for him to reach Zhao Wan's location.

"Based on the news that Zhao Wan sent, the ancient beasts under his control apparently provoked some powerful faction of the Ancient Dream Realm." Zhao Feng had a rather glum expression.

Zhao Wan currently had the strength of only a Rank Four Quasi-God. He could not control anyone that was too powerful. He mainly relied on vast numbers of ancient beasts to drive his expansion in the Ancient Dream Realm. However, when one's opponent was at a certain level of strength, numbers became meaningless.

…

"Get back!" Zhao Wan ordered the ancient beasts under his control.

Behind him, a vast herd of ancient beasts madly rushed about. Each of these ancient beasts had reached the True God realm, and their number was uncountable. But at this moment, all of them had fear in their eyes.

"The Blood Flame Qilin Race isn't pursuing us with all their power. It seems like they're playing with us?" a Phoenix-Tailed Bird glimmering with violet flames spoke in a clear and crisp voice.

This Phoenix-Tailed Bird was none other than Little Ling.

As Zhao Wan was expanding the territory under his control and was about to reach the Phoenix-Tailed Bird Race, he went and recruited Little Ling. Her cultivation was that of a Rank Six True God, making her one of the strongest experts in this herd of ancient beasts.

But even a Rank Six True God could only flee at this time.

Brrrooom!

Behind time, a red cloud seething with flame and exuding an intimidating pressure was constantly advancing. One could faintly make out the figures of several large Qilins in the middle of this red cloud, their bodies entirely aflame.

"Iron Fire, this is really too boring. Why don't we just kill them all? The person patriarch is searching for definitely isn't here!" A red Qilin with a broken horn gave a wicked smile and spat out a scorching gout of flame.

"Don't do anything extra. Just complete the patriarch's mission," the other, larger red Qilin indifferently replied. This Red Flame Qilin was precisely that Ancient God expert who had fought against the three Sacred Lands and Zhao Feng for treasure.

"Damn, we didn't even invade their territory. They just attacked us for no reason!" an enormous crocodile-shaped ancient beast next to Zhao Wan indignantly said.

Other than this place, Zhao Wan's forces in other areas were also being suppressed by the Blood Flame Qilin Race.

"Zhao Wan, why isn't he here yet?" Little Ling asked.

The "he" Little Ling spoke of was naturally Zhao Feng, the true master of all these ancient beasts.

But the danger this time was no minor matter. Even if Zhao Feng came, there would still be no hope.

"He's here," Zhao Wan calmly said.

When Zhao Feng was about to arrive, Zhao Wan stopped worrying so much. After all, no matter what danger was encountered, Zhao Feng could take him away. It was just a pity about these ancient beast factions that he had managed to get control over with such great difficulty.

Several million li away, Zhao Feng floated in the air. With his basic control over the Ancient Dream Realm, he could clearly see what was going on from this distance.

"It's him?" Zhao Feng was rather surprised.

Zhao Feng had a deep impression of the Red Flame Qilin in that red cloud. When that secret dimension inside the Ancient Dream Realm opened, the Red Flame Qilin had suddenly attacked, causing all the elite True Gods of the three Sacred Lands to join together to fight back against it.

At that time, Zhao Feng didn't even dare to approach the battlefield.

"It seems like Zhao Wan offended a top-notch four-and-a-half-star faction at the very least!" Zhao Feng slightly grimaced.

If it was an ordinary four-and-a-half-star faction, Zhao Feng might have been able to rely on his advantage in the Ancient Dream Realm to resolve the crisis and perhaps even assume control over the faction. However, a powerful four-and-a-half-star faction would not have something as simple as two or three Ancient Gods. They could even have Rank Eight and Rank Nine Ancient Gods.

He could only take things one step at a time. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhao Feng didn't want to abandon this ancient beast herd.

"Zhao Feng!" Little Ling, who was leading the herd, was the first to see Zhao Feng.

She was instantly entranced by Zhao Feng's beautiful hair and eyes. The Phoenix-Tailed Bird Race was one of the four most beautiful races of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, and they also had an intense fondness for beautiful things.

"Master!" A little less than half of that massive ancient beast herd respectfully called out to Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng had used the Dark Heart Seal on all of them.

"Good Sir, if you have any issues, please speak directly!" Zhao Feng unleashed the aura of an Ancient God as he roared.

This roar was suffused with the power of the Ancient Dream Realm, imbued with an enormous power and aura.

Brrrooom!

The world rumbled and boomed under the pressure exerted by Zhao Feng's words. Even the two Ancient Gods in the red cloud were taken aback.

"Ancient God!?" Little Ling yelped in surprise.

When she was working with Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was just a Quasi-God while she was a Rank Five True God. But now, in their next meeting, she had become a Rank Six True God while Zhao Feng had become an Ancient God!

"Iron Fire, this kid's strength isn't simple," the Qilin with the broken horn coldly said.

"Mm." Iron Fire nodded.

Zhao Feng's Ancient God energy wasn't very strong, but the worldly pressure he exerted was truly astonishing.

Iron Fire's gaze fell upon the Spacetime Robe Zhao Feng was wearing.

"The Spacetime Robe. He was one of those people…." Iron Fire's expression froze in shock.

The vast majority of those humans were only Quasi-Gods and True Gods, with the strongest being Rank Five True Gods. However, this person wearing the Spacetime Robe was an Ancient God. Had the owner of the Spacetime Robe managed to mature so quickly in just a few decades?

Iron Fire gradually calmed down. Following the patriarch's orders, he sent a message using a secret technique. A few moments later, a timeworn voice echoed in his soul; "Go. Fight him!"

Iron Fire was surprised, but he didn't question his orders.

Kabooom!

Iron Fire stepped forward, his eyes burning with bloody fire as he stared at Zhao Feng.

"Mm?" Zhao Feng was rather surprised.

His furious bellow suffused with the power of the Ancient Dream Realm had enough pressure to intimidate an ordinary Rank Seven Ancient God. In addition, the Blood Flame Qilin Race clearly had the ability to pursue and kill Zhao Wan's group, but they hadn't gone for the killing blow. These Ancient Gods had instead chosen to only occasionally attack and kill some ancient beasts.

Thus, Zhao Feng conjectured that they had some other goal in this pursuit. But now, this Red Flame Qilin appeared ready to fight to the death with him.

"Iron Fire?" The Qilin with the broken horn was also stunned and confused.

"It just so happens that I have not fought an Ancient God yet. I'll use you as practice!" Zhao Feng's body also exploded with fighting intent.

In the Spiritual Race, Zhao Feng concealed his true cultivation. The strongest opponent he had faced was the peak Rank Six Xiahou Wu. This would be the first battle since he had become an Ancient God where he would fight with his full strength.

Boom!

The Red Flame Qilin's body suddenly grew dozens of times larger, transforming into a fiery mountain that pressed down upon Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng didn't dare to be careless. He activated the Sacred Lightning Body and charged forward, his entire body crackling with five-colored lightning.

"Scatter!" The ancient beasts around Zhao Wan immediately fled in all directions, trying to get as far away from this battle of Ancient Gods as possible.

Boom! Bang!

Zhao Feng and the huge Red Flame Qilin clashed. Lightning and flame madly battered against each other as the two figures parted.

"What powerful strength!" Zhao Feng felt the blood in his body boiling.

In the clash just now, even Zhao Feng's powerful physical body felt a searing pain.

"Again!" Zhao Feng bellowed as he circulated his Divine Power and Intent energy into an enormous palm of light.

With no restraints to worry about in this battle, Zhao Feng's body felt free and relaxed.

"Seven kinds of Intent!?" Iron Fire's eyes widened in shock.

Normal Ancient God experts could use many kinds of Intent, but they were only proficient in one or two. However, there were seven Intents in Zhao Feng's palm, and each of them was at Level Four.

Brrrooom!

Iron Fire didn't dare to be careless. He activated his ancient bloodline, and his entire body exploded with fire. Iron Fire's fighting power multiplied upon activating the Blood Flame Qilin Race bloodline. By relying on his powerful body and his flames, he was able to shatter Zhao Feng's technique.

"So powerful! He already managed to reach this level!?" Little Ling's eyes shone with wondrous light as she observed the battle between the Red Flame Qilin and Zhao Feng.

The other ancient beasts were also stunned as they watched their master battle with an Ancient God of the Blood Flame Qilin Race.

Boom! Bang! Crash!

The sky exploded with fire and lightning as Zhao Feng and Iron Fire exchanged several dozen blows.

This kid… just what is going on with him? Iron Fire was flabbergasted.

At the start, he and Zhao Feng were an equal match, but after ten rounds, Zhao Feng gradually began to gain the advantage. After twenty rounds, Iron Fire was finding it difficult to keep up!