Chapter 67: The Killing God Domain
The farther Dugu Feng moved forward, the hotter the air became.
That scorching heat carried an overwhelming spiritual poison—identical to the chronic toxins that filled the City of Slaughter, only far more concentrated.
He could now clearly feel the killing intent within his body.
Originally, the killing intent appeared as faint silver-white threads of light, but the burning dark-red aura around him tried to merge with it.
This was the Rakshasa God's hidden influence, meant to manipulate the Asura God's inheritors through spiritual poison—gradually consuming their pure killing intent and replacing it with evil corruption.
Dugu Feng's entire focus tightened. He gathered his soul power, concentrating the Jade Phosphor Crimson Poison into his martial soul, forming a shield against the invading poison.
Below him, the Jade Dragon Serpents radiated soft emerald light, helping keep his mind clear.
After about an hour, an oval-shaped light barrier appeared in the air ahead.
That was the final trial—but for Dugu Feng, who could fly, the journey through the Road of Hell had already reached its end.
He sprinted forward, retracting the two serpents just before diving into the white light curtain.
A sensation like crossing dimensions swept over him, carrying him into an entirely different space.
Around him stretched a boundless void of pure white.
An icy chill enveloped him, forcing him to sit cross-legged and summon his soul power for defense.
The coldness struck like knives, piercing his flesh.
At that moment, the killing intent within his body surged outward, forming a white circular ripple—a barrier that clung to him tightly.
It absorbed the cold energies relentlessly.
But there was too much—their intensity was several times stronger than his own.
The frigid aura breached his barrier, pouring into him, reshaping his body, his spiritual power, and even his martial soul.
It was sculpting him anew—for the inheritance of the Killing God Domain.
The process froze him completely, body and consciousness alike. His thoughts ceased, lost within the transformation.
Time blurred.
When he finally awakened, the cold was gone, his body restored to equilibrium.
He immediately probed inward with his soul power—and in an instant, blazing white light burst forth from his body.
The light dimmed into transparent ripples, spreading quietly around him.
Dominion… control.
Yes—this feeling was unmistakable.
Everything around him was within his grasp.
The Killing God Domain.
Within its radius, not a single detail escaped his awareness.
His twin Jade Dragon Serpents beside him shuddered instinctively, affected by the oppressive aura.
Though the domain did not target them, its sheer pressure weighed heavy even on their dragon blood.
Inside the domain, any opponent's strength would diminish by ten percent, while Dugu Feng's spiritual power, physical strength, soul power, and techniques increased by ten percent.
Against one of equal ability, the difference became twenty percent instantly.
As his domain evolved, those percentages would only rise further.
It was a realm born purely for combat—amplification and domination rolled into one.
Beyond that, it offered absolute awareness—within its field, no enemy's motion could hide from him.
Dugu Feng's heart swelled with pure exhilaration.
At just over eight years old, he had entered the City of Slaughter.
Two years later—faster even than Tang San—he had attained the Killing God Domain.
And throughout his training, his cultivation had never halted. His soul power had reached level twenty-seven; he had refined the Jade Phosphor Crimson Poison, evolved the Nine-Segment Jade Snakes into Jade Dragon Serpents, and even claimed the Fierce Sun Serpent's inner core.
Two years of harvest beyond imagination.
Looking back on his journey, it all felt unreal—almost dreamlike.
The only slight regret was that his Dan Pearl energy had not benefited much from the City of Slaughter.
It had only risen by twenty-three points to sixty-two percent.
He estimated two to three more years until he completed evolution into eight Dan Pearls.
That would require focused cultivation ahead.
He theorized that pure energy or high-grade toxins accelerated the process.
The City's ever-present spiritual poison was in fact Rakshasa's evil taint, and he had deliberately refused to let the Dan Pearl absorb it.
He wanted no link to the Rakshasa God; he couldn't afford that corruption.
What if, during divine inheritance, those energies attacked from within? He might end up like Tang Chen—possessed by it entirely.
Better to plan for immortal herbs. Perhaps they could hasten the Dan Pearl's growth.
And then—there were the Zhu sisters. His thoughts turned toward them.
You two had better be progressing quickly, he mused, or I'll have to push harder.
Meanwhile, in Star Luo City—
Within the Zhu Family estate, rows of maids carried trays laden with food into an ornate chamber.
Medicinal dishes, rich stews, delicacies—every form of nourishment imaginable.
At the long dining table sat two young women, eating with enthusiasm.
The table was full of twenty plates—now rapidly turning empty as the girls devoured their feast.
They were Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, the sisters that often crossed Dugu Feng's thoughts.
More than three years had passed since the battle at Soto City. The sisters had grown immensely.
Especially Zhuyun—now seventeen, in full bloom.
She wore a pale pink bib above her chest to avoid staining her clothes, though it also served to support her generous curves against the table's edge.
Every gesture she made carried subtle grace. Even while eating, her smile revealed calm satisfaction.
Beside her, Zhu Zhuqing was as cold and reserved as ever—two sisters, an elegant contrast.
Yet when it came to food, their movements were perfectly in sync.
"Miss, the Crown Prince has arrived," a maid reported softly.
Zhuyun instantly frowned.
"Tell him I'm in seclusion."
"Zhuyun, why deceive me?"
A loud, confident voice rang through the hall as a tall, golden-haired young man strode in uninvited, radiating arrogance.
Davis.
He glanced at the cleared plates, momentarily stunned, then looked straight at the girl who occupied his thoughts.
"Zhuyun, you said when my soul power surpassed yours, you would meet me again.
Yesterday, I broke through to level forty-four!"
His pride filled the air.
Three years ago, ever since Zhuyun returned from Soto City, Davis had felt the difference.
She had changed—too focused on cultivation, too distant.
Before, they had attended countless events together, and she had thrived amidst the splendor of Star Luo's noble circles.
Since then, she had shut herself away, refusing all engagements.
Unable to see the fiancée he adored, Davis had grown restless and angry.
Their engagement had long been set; her beauty—tall, fair-skinned, perfectly curved—was irresistible to him.
Her sudden withdrawal had felt like the world collapsing around him.
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