The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 864: Wuji Cave Heaven

"Don't tell me... you've already captured General Cao?" Wang Chuanjia blurted out after hearing Xue Ji's words.

Xue Ji shot him a disdainful glare, her eyes filled with contempt—as if to say, What right does trash like you have to question me?

Wang Chuanjia's face flushed red, and he could only turn to Ling Feng for help.

"Answer his question!" Ling Feng's voice turned even colder.

"Not yet," Xue Ji sneered, though she still replied truthfully. "But my other companions have already gone after that guy named Cao Meng."

"Keep talking. What is this 'important place' you mentioned? And how strong are your companions?"

Ling Feng twirled the dagger in his hand, its cold edge glinting. With a shing, he stabbed it into the ground right beside Xue Ji's face.

Xue Ji resisted at first, but the sight of Hei Xiong's withered corpse nearby and the biting cold qi radiating from the dagger sent a shiver down her spirit. She had no choice but to come clean.

"It's... the Wuji Cave Heaven!" Xue Ji finally revealed the greatest secret hidden within Zuowang Valley.

"Wuji Cave Heaven?" Ling Feng's brows arched. "Go on!"

The reason we've gone to such great lengths to break through the Qingtian Fortress is because today marks the once-in-three-thousand-years day of Wuji's Convergence of Stars. The twenty-eight stars will activate the power of the heavens, and at the third watch of tonight, the Wuji Cave Heaven will be opened!

"Interesting!" A faint smile tugged at Ling Feng's lips.

Ling Feng had finally gotten some valuable information. No wonder the higher-ups of the Tianbai Empire had no knowledge of this secret. Even the former Holy Tianbai Dynasty had only been established for a thousand years.

Over that millennium, the dynasty fractured, wars erupted, and warlords carved out their own territories—eventually forming the current four major empires of the Dongling Region.

Amidst the chaos, it was no surprise that crucial historical records had been lost. Only the demon race and the sacred land would know of the Wuji Cave Heaven's existence.

But if the sacred land had so many experts, why send someone as weak as Jiang Biyi? That girl must be hiding some astonishing secret.

"What kind of place is the Wuji Cave Heaven? What opportunities lie inside?" Ling Feng pressed.

With the final battle against the Royal Sword Team looming, he needed every advantage he could get. Even with his Void Touch ability, defeating Yan Jinghong was one thing—but the Royal Sword Team had even stronger members.

He needed greater opportunities, especially those that could strengthen his soul essence source.

If both the sacred land and the demon race were fighting over the Wuji Cave Heaven, the secrets hidden within had to be extraordinary.

Xue Ji pressed her lips together, clearly reluctant to speak further. But under Ling Feng's unrelenting gaze, she had no choice.

"It's... a secret realm, similar to others. There are opportunities and valuable items inside..."

Her words were evasive, deliberately omitting key details.

"What opportunities? What valuable items?" Ling Feng's eyes turned icy. "Don't try to deceive me."

"I... I don't know much!"

Slap!

A crisp sound rang out as Ling Feng slapped Xue Ji across her stunningly beautiful face, leaving five bright red finger marks.

Wang Chuanjia and the others stared in shock. This General Ling has no concept of "cherishing beauty", how could he strike such a delicate woman!

The stinging pain and swelling fury made Xue Ji tremble with rage. "How dare you!"

"Teaching you your place," Ling Feng said calmly. "My patience has limits."

Slap!

Another slap landed on the other side of her face, leaving her nose nearly crooked from the force.

"Remember your status—you're just a captive. Your life is mine to take."

Ling Feng's gaze was frigid. "These two slaps are punishment for hiding the truth. If there's a next time, I won't hesitate to cut off your ears."

Humiliated beyond measure, Xue Ji—pampered since birth as the young mistress of the Fox Clan—had never suffered such abuse. Covering her swollen cheeks, she stifled a sob and finally spilled everything. frёewebηovel.cѳm

As Xue Ji spoke, Ling Feng learned that the Wuji Cave Heaven was actually a treasure vault left behind by a Soul Sovereign—a great emperor expert who had cultivated the Way of Soul Dao.

Inside, there was a Lingxu[1] Spring, which filled only once every three thousand years. A single drop of its water could massively amplify one's soul essence source—a priceless treasure!

A Soul Sovereign's legacy! Lingxu Spring!

Ling Feng's heart raced. This was exactly what he needed!

His biggest bottleneck in breaking through his hundred-meridian limit was his insufficient soul essence source. Now, the Lingxu Spring could solve that problem.

Otherwise, relying solely on his plundering demon eye to devour souls would take far too long!

He had even considered visiting the Misty Ghost Forest to ask the Tianbai Emperor's spiritual manifestation for ways to strengthen his soul essence source. But now, the best solution was right before him.

No matter what, he had to obtain the Lingxu Spring!

"Who would've thought this unremarkable Zuowang Valley actually hides such a secret realm!" Wang Chuanjia and the others rubbed their hands excitedly. If they could follow Ling Feng in, even just scraping by, their fortunes would skyrocket!

Ling Feng's mood lifted considerably. He turned back to Xue Ji.

"Now, tell me—what other experts do you have? If even king-tier experts aren't a concern, does that mean a demon king has also come to Zuowang Valley?"

"No," Xue Ji replied obediently, thoroughly cowed. "The strongest among us is the Third Prince of the Three-Headed Demonic Jiao Clan. His strength is comparable to a half-step demon king."

"Three-Headed Demonic Jiao? The Demonic Jiao Prince?"

A smirk played on Ling Feng's lips as he recalled a black-armored figure wreathed in lightning.

A year ago, in Luofeng Canyon, he had only dared to watch from afar as this prince clashed with Yan Jinghong. Now, that same rival of Yan Jinghong's had become his opponent.

"You claim this Demonic Jiao Prince is only at the half-step demon king level. How could he possibly capture someone at the Spiritual Sea Realm, like General Cao Meng?" Ling Feng's expression darkened. "Are you lying to me?"

He pressed the dagger against Xue Ji's flawless cheek.

"N-No! I wouldn't dare!" Xue Ji panicked. "We also have a genius from the Dream Devourer Clan—Nightmare. He can manipulate minds. The reason we dared to bring captives into the Wuji Cave Heaven is because Nightmare can directly control their minds, turning them into puppets."

Wang Chuanjia gasped. "A Dream Devourer? Heaven's mercy, I thought that race was extinct!"

Though Dream Devourers weren't particularly strong in direct combat, their ability to control others made them terrifying. In battle, former allies could suddenly turn into enemies.

Worse, they could force captives into dreams, extracting every last secret from them. Once captured by a Dream Devourer, even the most iron-willed warrior would spill everything.

"Mind-controlled puppets? Damn it!"

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with urgency. Grabbing Xue Ji, he said coldly, "Take me to your Demonic Jiao Prince now!"

1. 灵虚 (Lingxu) direct translate = spirit void ☜