C62 (1/2)

This youngster was too arrogant. He took the initiative to befriend the head of the five swords of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, and yet, he actually said a word of no interest?

”You are strong.” After holding back for a long time, Lan Feng finally spoke. His expression was somewhat depressed. A beginner warrior actually ignored him? This was too embarrassing.

Black Wind Yang sent people to help Sun Qian recuperate. Everyone continued to return to the banquet, but their views on Yi Feng were completely different. He had always thought that this young man in white was not outstanding. Now, he knew that this young man's talent was much higher than the Seven Scions of the Clear Spring.

No one could be certain of his future prospects. Perhaps Yi Feng could become a terrifying existence like the three great Patriarchs, or perhaps even surpass them.

The Xuan Feng Yang's attitude towards Yi Feng had changed drastically. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any useful information from Yi Feng. This young man was full of secrets.

After the feast, the Xuan Dao Sect's disciples were given a large courtyard to live in. There were plenty of rooms inside.

Yi Feng entered his room and did not immediately meditate. Instead, he stood before the window and started meditating.

Yi Feng's understanding of the Dao had always been vague, and he could not control it as he pleased.

The space of the Dao that Yi Feng had used against Tie Ba last time was something that he was simply unable to display. If he could completely control the space of the Dao, then Yi Feng's battle prowess would be greatly enhanced.

But, what was the Dao?

How to master one's own Dao?

At this moment, Yi Feng's heart was filled with confusion, as if he did not know anything and was confused about his future dao.

Under the dark night, the courtyard was silent. The moonlight shone on the window, causing Yi Feng's heart to become abnormally calm.

He had gone from being a good-for-nothing to being able to cultivate, then to being able to fight in the Yuan Dan Stage, being chased into the Nether Tomb, now being trapped in the Nether Tomb, and now having the Xuan Dao Sect's huge monster plotting against him.

But he had never thought of giving up. In every life-and-death duel, he would be able to fight to the death. He would slowly grow stronger, and his path of the Dao would be filled with countless battles.

What was his Dao?

The whereabouts of his parents were unknown, but Yi Feng firmly believed that his parents were still alive. This was an intuition.

Elder Zhuo was the person he respected the most, yet he died for him.

Why was his fate so rough? Why couldn't he live under his parents' knees like an ordinary person? He was only a sixteen-year-old, so why was it that every day, he would be faced with a scheme to kill.

Could it be that this was really the arrangement of the heavens? Was this the so-called Heavenly Dao?

If the Heavenly Dao is really like this, then I, Yi Feng, will not follow it.

My Dao, the Dao of Heaven!

This is my dao. Even if it is the Heavenly Dao, I, Yi Feng, will fight to the end.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

I, Yi Feng, will fight the heavens, fight the earth, and fight the world!

Perhaps Yi Feng didn't know, but it was precisely because of his understanding of the Dao that he finally reached the peak.

On the path of martial dao, one had to follow the dao of the heavens. Yi Feng's dao was one's dao, the dao of the heavens blocked him. To fight against him, that was Yi Feng.