Chapter 614: Promoted to Martial Ancestor!

Jiang Feng watched that black thunder gather in the sky.

That black light was initially just a small vortex, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, slowly spreading outward; but soon it began to devour everything around it.

The purple-gold heavenly thunder was sucked into it, turning into a darker black… even light was swallowed by it.

Between heaven and earth, centered on that black light, a dark region was forming and growing larger.

It was like an open eye, gazing at him from the depths of the firmament.

Jiang Feng stood before the final step, looking up at that black thunder.

That thunder lacked the blinding electric light of the purple-gold heavenly thunder, the deafening roar, and even the violent destructive aura.

It was eerily quiet, as quiet as a pool of dead water.

But it was precisely this quiet that made Jiang Feng feel true danger for the first time.

Jiang Feng's gaze became extremely sharp.

Martial Ancestor!

This is the pinnacle of this world. No cultivator can refuse this path, even if it costs their life.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, preparing to step down, to meet that black extinction thunder, and to break through that gate with his own flesh and blood.

Just as his foot was about to land, a figure appeared before him.

Grey robe, hair tied with a wooden pin, hands clasped behind his back.

It was that man.

He appeared out of thin air, standing between Jiang Feng and the black thunder, at the top of the golden heavenly staircase, standing there like a wall, separating Jiang Feng from the extinction thunder.

Jiang Feng froze in place.

His foot hung in midair, not stepping down; his eyes widened as he stared at the man's back, his mind going blank.

"Senior…… you……"

His voice trembled slightly.

He dared not imagine how terrifying that man's strength was.

This is the extinction thunder of the promotion to Martial Ancestor, the ultimate punishment sent down by the Heavenly Dao, a terrifying existence that even Martial Ancestor Strongmen fear to speak of.

Yet he easily stepped into the range of the heavenly tribulation, standing in the area shrouded by black thunder, without caring about involving his karma.

The most terrifying thing was that, at the moment the man stepped in, Jiang Feng felt everything around him recede.

Those forces, which even Jiang Feng could not fully control, now receded like a tide, centering on the man and forming a vacuum zone.

Even that black thunder came to a halt.

The eye that had devoured myriad things, opened from the depths of the firmament, now showed a moment of hesitation.

It hovered in the sky like a giant contemplating whether to oppose the man before it.

Jiang Feng could even sense an emotion from the undulations of that black thunder.

Apprehension.

It felt apprehension toward that man.

The man stood at the top of the golden heavenly staircase, his back to Jiang Feng, facing the black thunder.

He stood with hands behind his back, his grey robe unmoving in the void, his hair hanging behind him, as relaxed as if he were admiring the scenery in his own courtyard.

"Your path ends here."

Jiang Feng froze for a moment.

"From now on, you are a Martial Ancestor."

Jiang Feng's pupils contracted sharply.

He stood on the final step, his foot still hanging in midair, his whole body as if frozen by something.

With just one sentence from the man, could he be promoted to Martial Ancestor?

He had not yet endured the final heavenly tribulation, not yet pushed open that gate, not yet broken through that bottleneck with his flesh and blood.

The man merely stood there, said a sentence, and that was it?

Is promotion to Martial Ancestor really this simple?

In the distance, a low, angry growl came from between heaven and earth.

That black thunder, as if enraged, rapidly expanded in volume, turning from a small vortex into a black sea covering half the sky.

Those purple-gold heavenly thunderbolts were completely devoured by it, and the sky turned ink-black!

The extinction thunder began to surge toward the two of them.

Its speed was not fast, but for every inch it advanced, the surrounding space shattered.

Jiang Feng could see that wherever the black lightning passed, space cracked like glass, revealing the chaotic void behind.

That terrifying power seemed to want to utterly devour them.

Jiang Feng's body tensed, his foot finally landing on the final step.

But his gaze locked onto the approaching black thunder, his fists clenching involuntarily.

He could feel the power of that black thunder, a power that made his soul tremble; he was even unsure whether his full-force strike could block its first wave.

But the man stood still, unmoving.

He watched the black thunder surge toward him, his expression unchanged.

He simply stood there casually, as if watching a breeze blow by, a cloud drift past, a bird fly by.

Then he spoke.

One word.

"Retreat."

That word came from the man's mouth, his voice not loud, not even worthy of being called loud.

But when that word fell into Jiang Feng's ears, he felt throughout the world tremble.

Heaven and earth were trembling, the air was trembling, under Jiang Feng's Foot the golden Heavenly Tribulation was trembling, and even his own soul was trembling along.

Then, that Ten Thousand jun thunder instantly dissipated.

, that bolt covering half the sky, condensed from the depths of the firmament, filled with destructive aura, Black Thunder, vanished at the moment the man spoke that word.

There was no trace.

It was as if it had never appeared.

Jiang Feng was Standing on the last step; throughout his body, it felt as if struck by lightning, motionless.

His Mouth was open, his Brain was a blank.

That Black Thunder, that Extinction Thunder he might not necessarily survive even with his all-out effort, was driven away by the man's single sentence?

His Brain wouldn't turn.

He had once imagined how strong that man's strength was.

But now he realized he had still underestimated him.

A single sentence.

It let the Heavenly Dao's Extinction Thunder dissipate.

That man's strength once again refreshed the limit of his Knowledge.

Jiang Feng Standing on the steps, watching the man's back, his lips moved, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

His throat felt as if blocked by something, all language failed at this moment.

The man did not turn back. He Standing There, hands behind his back, his gray long robe swaying gently under the recovered calm sky.

And after the Black Thunder dissipated, Jiang Feng felt a gift from heaven and earth.

First came a ray of light.

Those rays of light seeped into his Leather skin, flowed along his Meridians into his dantian, and condensed into a small point of light deep within his dantian.

That point of light began to expand.

It was like a seed taking root and sprouting in his dantian, releasing endless power.

His cultivation was rising.

The bottleneck of the Half-step Martial Sovereign Peak was like a layer of paper, broken by a light touch of that power.

His Realm at this moment broke through the barrier he had been stuck at for who knows how long, entering a completely new Domain he had never reached before.

The Gate of the Martial Way, wide open.

Martial Sovereign!

Jiang Feng Standing There, feeling that unprecedented power within his body, feeling as if he stood on Yunduan Zhi Shang.

His field of view became incomparably broad, he could sense the Law Power around him cheering, leaping, and encircling his body in an almost reverent posture.

Those Law Powers that once required him to deliberately mobilize and control now obeyed like his limbs; a single thought from him and they naturally responded.

This is Martial Sovereign.

The pinnacle of this world!

Jiang Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

That qi condensed in the air without dissipating, forming a white column of qi that rose straight into the sky.

He opened his eyes and looked ahead.

That door opened, and he walked in.

From today onward, he was Martial Sovereign.