Chapter 515: Ancient Vision

A super pit with a diameter of nearly ten thousand kilometers—what does that mean?

The Moon could barely cover its bottom if thrown inside!

Luo Feng stood at the edge of this colossal pit, vaguely sensing an inexplicable aura rushing toward him—powerful, ancient, and wild…

“What intense malevolent energy,” Luo Feng observed. The pit stretched endlessly downward. Previously, from a mountain tens of thousands of meters high, he could barely discern the pit’s edge. But now, standing at its rim, he could not see the other side at all—it stretched infinitely into the distance.

“This pit is truly a rare place—unfathomably deep and filled with thick malevolence!” Luo Feng’s eyes lit up with a smile. “I could build a dwelling here and stay for a long period of cultivation.”

The past half-month had been unsettled, with constant wandering, mainly due to an encounter with four ninth-stage Cosmic-level geniuses half a month ago.

He had killed one of them and obtained the enemy’s spatial storage device. Upon careful inspection, he discovered…

The deceased muscular warrior also possessed a spaceship and communication tools. By infiltrating the communication device, Babata uncovered some recorded transmissions. From these, they deduced the deceased’s name was “Wuqi,” one of the elite geniuses cultivated by the Immortal Temple.

“A genius trained by the Temple? There might be powerful experts sent after me,” Luo Feng had thought at the time. Blood Luo Continent wasn’t his territory. He had even broken through the Eighteen Cloud Layers, flying hundreds of billions of kilometers aboard a Mechanical Race spaceship before finally stopping.

“I also need a stable place to stay for a long time to truly understand the Nine Heavens Chaos Stele,” Luo Feng murmured to himself before leaping from the edge of the pit and diving downward.

“The malevolence here is indeed heavy.”

“What a wonderful place!” he exclaimed joyfully, allowing gravity to pull him down. After descending nearly a thousand kilometers, he finally halted.

Gazing at the cliff wall beside him, Luo Feng nodded slightly, “I’ll dig a dwelling right into this pit’s rock wall.”

As for the bottom?

Who knew how deep it truly was? He’d check it out when he had time.

Luo Feng had finally settled in this giant pit. With his abilities, he easily carved out a massive space within the rock wall—100 meters long and wide, and ten meters high. He even arranged the place, carving sculptures from the stone and decorating the walls, making it truly resemble a normal residence.

He proudly named this dwelling the “Pit Mansion.”

The Pit Mansion had a deep tunnel leading to the edge of the rock wall.

Both the Silver-armored Luo Feng and the Mosha Clan Luo Feng sat cross-legged on stone beds.

Indeed.

Both his true form and the Mosha Clan clone existed simultaneously in the outer realm. The Mosha Clan clone possessed an extraordinary sensitivity to cosmic spatial vibrations, capable of detecting any approaching master… In moments of dire peril, the Mosha Luo Feng could even serve as a personal guardian.

“This unique ‘malevolence’ of the Ancient God Ruins really has a noticeable effect on the body,” Luo Feng suddenly stood up, and the nearby Mosha Luo Feng instantly vanished into the Inner World. “But my Earthling self and Mosha Clan clone have clear cultivation paths. What about my Golden-Horned Giant Beast clone?”

The “Heaven and Earth of the True Self” and “Absolute Space” were naturally prioritized, but the Golden-Horned Beast lacked a combat secret art.

There were countless secret arts within the inheritance memory. Even before coming to the Blood Luo World, Luo Feng had considered this. Even Babata had only filtered out twelve combat secret arts for Luo Feng to choose from. But the decision was difficult, so he selected only three.

They were “Eightfold Hunting Shadows,” “Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth,” and “Golden Horn.”

All three combat secret arts were immensely powerful. Luo Feng’s plan was to have the Golden-Horned Beast clone attempt all three, observing their effects and focusing on whichever he mastered most naturally.

All three secret arts were close-combat techniques.

“Eightfold Hunting Shadows” focused on movement techniques.

“Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth” emphasized brutal, bloody combat.

“Golden Horn” specialized in one-strike lethality.

Though each had its emphasis, all three contained elements of “movement,” “one-strike lethality,” and “bloody combat.”

“What a headache.”

“Sometimes, having endless choices is a torment,” Luo Feng sighed. After saying this, he couldn’t help but laugh. It was such a ridiculous complaint. Even the super-genius members of the Virtual Universe Company had to spend points to exchange for secret arts.

Unlike the Golden-Horned Beast, who could just choose freely from the inheritance memory.

“I mustn’t get too cocky or I’ll invite misfortune. I should stay humble, stay humble.” In a cheerful mood, Luo Feng hummed a tune and walked along the outer corridor of the mansion until reaching the edge near the cliff.

He sat by the cave entrance, gazing into the endless abyss below the pit and the dense malevolence swirling before him. He emptied his mind and completely relaxed.

“Hmm.”

“Huh?” Luo Feng frowned, staring into the distant malevolence.

The pit was enormous, and the thick malevolence naturally flowed within it, forming various shapes and patterns. Sometimes, they resembled vivid images. Now, within Luo Feng’s field of vision, a distant, blurred figure appeared—hundreds of kilometers wide.

Faintly…

It resembled a giant lizard, differing from a real one only by a towering horn rising from its head. It was bulkier, with thicker hooves and claws.

Within the blurred image…

A massive hand descended from the sky, while the beast—about a hundred kilometers long—lifted its head and lunged forward. As it flew, its long “lizard tail” swung rapidly, striking the giant hand with full force.

Boom!

The image shattered, the malevolence slowly drifting again, no longer forming such vivid shapes.

“This… this… this…” Luo Feng’s eyes widened, the image flashing repeatedly in his mind—the beast’s movements were mainly “lunging forward” and “swinging its long tail.” Yet with that tail, it shattered the hand, which seemed to embody the entire heavens.

Lunge!

Tail-swing!

The image lingered in his mind, instantly sparking numerous insights as Luo Feng had been cultivating “Eightfold Hunting Shadows,” “Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth,” and “Golden Horn.” Consciousness was shared—whatever one clone understood, the others did too. Thus, the Golden-Horned Beast’s cultivation was essentially Luo Feng himself cultivating.

“This absolutely isn’t a natural phenomenon. No simple image could contain such profound laws!”

Indeed!

Incomprehensibly profound!

That simple lunge and tail-swing, evolving in Luo Feng’s mind, seemed capable of shattering the heavens and splitting the earth, with unimaginable power.

“This isn’t natural,” Luo Feng suddenly recalled seeing, from above, the many giant pits in the Ancient God Ruins—resembling the footprints of some ultimate ferocious beast. A sudden realization struck him, and his eyes lit up. “Those massive pits were likely left behind thousands of years ago—possibly from the legendary battle between the Virtual Universe Company and the Blood Luo World natives, where some ferocious beasts left their marks.”

“So!”

“Could that blurred image just now be a battle scene from that ancient era?” Luo Feng mused. His perspective was broad enough.

The sensation…

That brief combat scene within the image surpassed even “Immortal-level battles.” In Chaos City, Luo Feng had once witnessed two Immortal warriors fighting and had seen his teacher, Zhenyan Wang, demonstrate techniques. Yet, compared to the beast and the giant hand, they seemed inferior.

“The hand?”

Luo Feng’s eyes widened.

“The giant hand?”

A lightning bolt flashed in Luo Feng’s mind.

Back in Chaos City, two Immortal warriors had fought, and suddenly the cosmic space froze, the fundamental laws of the universe halting. A giant hand directly crushed the two Immortals into dust. Though they reformed their bodies, both were severely wounded.

“The hand of the Chaos City Lord? Yes, that’s exactly the feeling,” Luo Feng nodded. “But it didn’t seem quite as terrifying as the Chaos City Lord.”

The Chaos City Lord’s hand could control and subdue all cosmic space.

But Luo Feng could only glimpse fragments of that ancient image.

“Lunge! Tail-swing!”

“Brilliant, brilliant!” Luo Feng stopped overthinking and focused on absorbing the insights from the image. The deeper he pondered, the more exhilarated he felt.

This lunge and tail-swing caused his comprehension of “Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth” to skyrocket. “Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth” was a brutal close-range combat art—“Tearing Heaven” referring to claw attacks, and “Splitting Earth” to tail strikes, though these were merely simplistic descriptions.

However, witnessing this ancient image gave Luo Feng immense confidence in cultivating “Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth.”

“I’ve made my choice. The Golden-Horned Beast’s combat secret art will be ‘Tearing Heaven and Splitting Earth,’” Luo Feng decided, his eyes gleaming as he gazed into the endless malevolence below, hoping, “I wonder if I’ll see more images!”

From then on,

Though Luo Feng secluded himself in the mansion for cultivation, his Mosha Clan clone transformed into a stone at the cave entrance, carefully observing the flow of malevolence within the pit.

One day, two days… one month, two months… one year…

After two months of observation, the Mosha Clan clone had discovered three images in total, including the first one. However, in the long months that followed, only the first three images repeated—no new ones appeared.

The three images:

The first was the giant hand descending from the sky, with the beast lunging forward and swinging its tail to shatter the hand.

The second image showed the beast lowering its head, its golden horn pointing forward, charging at high speed—a simple scene of a headlong charge.

The third image depicted the beast suddenly raising its hoof and delivering a single, powerful strike.