Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

Time flowed like water before Lin Jiufeng, washing away the dust of the past and revealing long-buried memories.

It unfolded like a scroll, slowly opening and enveloping Lin Jiufeng within.

This was an event from five thousand years ago, intercepted by his extraordinary comprehension and now replaying before his eyes.

As time unfurled, the light and shadows around Lin Jiufeng shifted dramatically.

The cave was gone.

He now found himself in a dark chamber. A long table stood at its center, flanked by ten seats—five on each side. Each seat was occupied.

Ten people in total.

Lin Jiufeng knew that these must be the Ten Kings spoken of in the ancient texts.

A flickering candle sat on the table, its dim flame unable to fully illuminate their faces. However, their figures and silhouettes were faintly visible.

Lin Jiufeng observed them carefully.

He saw a woman in red with long, slender fingers.

A towering, fur-covered ape-like being.

A woman with a human head and a serpent's body.

They must be the Red-Clothed Maiden, the Great Ape King, and the Great Serpent King.

As for the others, they remained shrouded in darkness, their outlines barely discernible. Lin Jiufeng could not recognize them.

Like an outsider, he stood silently to the side, watching. None of the ten seemed aware of his presence.

After all, five thousand years separated them.

"Yan King, why have you gathered us here?" The Great Serpent King spoke first, her voice low and seductive.

All eyes turned toward one seat.

Lin Jiufeng followed their gaze.

This Yan King must be the Mortal Realm's Yan King.

Hidden in the shadows, his voice was youthful and bright: "Have any of you heard of the Fallen Immortal Tomb?"

At these words, the other nine grew serious.

"Isn't the Fallen Immortal Tomb just a myth?"

"Legends say it is the resting place of fallen immortals, never discovered by mortals."

"Yan King, from your tone, it sounds like you have information?"

They pressed him for details.

Yan King chuckled. "I recently discovered the Fallen Immortal Tomb. But it is far too dangerous for me alone. So, I invited all of you to form a team and explore it together."

The Great Ape King immediately responded, "I'm in. This barren mortal world has long bored me, but I've had no way to leave. Now, with this opportunity, I must try."

"Indeed," another hidden king murmured. "We have already surpassed the Tenth Forbidden Realm, standing at the peak of the mortal world with no further path forward. It is a tragedy to stagnate. Rather than withering away, we might as well take a chance on the Fallen Immortal Tomb."

"Since we are all in agreement, let us prepare and set out for the Fallen Immortal Tomb."

Yan King rose, stepping into the candlelight. His true face was revealed—a striking visage radiating an eerie charm, with a faint smirk lingering on his lips.

At that moment, the vision ended abruptly. The dark chamber faded, and the cave slowly reappeared. Lin Jiufeng awoke from the past and returned to reality.

A fleeting dream.

Now awake, Lin Jiufeng took a deep breath and murmured, "The books mentioned that the Ten Kings disappeared without a trace, leaving behind no legacies. No one knew their fate. Were they alive or dead? Rumors were endless. Now, it seems they ventured into the Fallen Immortal Tomb."

"And they never returned."

"Did the Ten Kings fall within the Fallen Immortal Tomb?"

Lin Jiufeng speculated.

He was intrigued by this mysterious place.

After all, if it could lure ten of the most powerful beings of their era, it could only be related to the fabled immortals.

"This world truly has immortals." Lin Jiufeng closed the book, his eyes gleaming with excitement and expectation.

Not only had he learned of the Fallen Immortal Tomb, but he had also confirmed that beyond the Tenth Forbidden Realm, another realm existed.

The Ten Kings had dominated their era precisely because they had stepped into this higher realm.

This explained why ordinary Tenth Forbidden cultivators had been powerless against them.

One of the hidden kings had stated it clearly—they had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world, with no further progression possible. Their only hope lay in the Fallen Immortal Tomb.

Even knowing the dangers, they had gone without hesitation.

Compared to a future of stagnation and slow death, they chose to gamble.

"The only pity is that none of them left behind their legacies." Lin Jiufeng shook his head.

"But if powerful beings could surpass the Tenth Forbidden Realm five thousand years ago, why is the Ninth Forbidden Realm considered supreme in this era?"

He couldn't understand.

"Forget it. These mysteries are beyond me at the Eighth Forbidden Realm. Only when I reach the Ninth Forbidden Realm can I seek the answers."

Lin Jiufeng set the book aside and picked up another, continuing his reading.

Thus, time passed swiftly.

A month flashed by in an instant.

For this entire month, Lin Jiufeng remained in the ethereal library of the Yuhua Sect, engrossed in study.

Books of all kinds—ancient legends, cultivation insights, martial techniques, hero biographies—each offering wisdom and revelations.

He absorbed their knowledge, compressing his insights into the depths of his heart, cultivating them like seeds in fertile soil.

One handful of earth after another, layer upon layer, nurtured over time until finally, after a month, the flowers bloomed.

[You have studied diligently for one month, activating your extraordinary comprehension. You have comprehended the Way of Nature.]

[Way of Nature: Every technique you wield becomes a part of the Great Dao itself.]

Reading the description, Lin Jiufeng was overjoyed.

This meant that if he broke a blade of grass and used it to execute a sword technique, it would not merely be his skill at work, but the power of the natural world itself. The amplification would be beyond mere numerical increases—it would be an entirely different magnitude of power.

His previously comprehended divine manifestations had been derived from the myriad Daos of the world. But now, when he used them again, they would not just be reflections of the Dao; they would become one with nature, the universe, and all things.

The power would be unfathomable.

With this alone, Lin Jiufeng was confident—within the Eighth Forbidden Realm, he was invincible.

…

After a month of seclusion, Lin Jiufeng emerged, his heart filled with joy.

He and Bai Ling left the Yuhua Sect's ethereal library and returned to the scripture pavilion.

Expecting the usual tranquility, Lin Jiufeng was surprised to find Bai Yunfei and his three disciples gathered, their expressions grim.

Lin Jiufeng descended and asked, "What's wrong? Why the gloomy faces?"

"Senior Uncle."

Yue Dashan was the first to see him and immediately greeted him warmly.

Zhou Tianzi followed suit.

However, upon seeing Lin Jiufeng, Wen Xinyun's eyes reddened, tears silently rolling down her face. Her tightly clenched expression revealed deep grievance.

Lin Jiufeng's brows furrowed. He asked in a stern voice, "What happened? Did someone bully Senior Sister?"

Zhou Tianzi and Yue Dashan hurriedly shook their heads in denial.

Bai Yunfei sighed heavily. "Senior Brother, Wen Xinyun's family has sent people to take her back."