Chapter 1310

Place's dungeon map is huge, it's the biggest Xiao Feng has seen, even the Flying Bird Tribulation dungeon can't compare.

Each mountain peak here has a radius of over a hundred kilometers, the mountain is tens of thousands of ren high, and its summit is a heavenly city.

The distances between the twelve Celestial Capital Peaks vary, with the closest about five to six hundred kilometers apart; in between are deep valley rivers, winding and twisting, or small mountains and dense forests, with mist swirling.

Those farther apart are over 3000 kilometers away; under the dungeon's restriction on mount movement speed, one must fly for a long time to reach them.

Xiao Feng is currently heading to the first Celestial Capital where the No. 1 boss resides—Longyan Peak.

This 500-level dungeon does not restrict flight, but it limits altitude—you can fly at most 3000 meters high; above that is an invisible wall.

After flying a distance toward Longyan Peak, Xiao Feng saw the first wave of minor enemies.

In the mist ahead, a few blue specks flew over; as they drew nearer, they took the form of twelve Sword Cultivators.

Of these twelve, there are both men and women; they all perform the Technique, and each has another sword on their back.

They have been dead for many years, not in Li Ti form but a group of wraiths, their bodies deep blue and semi-transparent.

Xiao Feng habitually checked the monster's info.

【Sword Soul·Water】

Level: 500 (Cultivation)

HP: 80 billion/80 billion

Note: Skilled in water-element sword arts

Although the twelve monsters differ in appearance and gender, their attributes are identical.

"A single minor monster has 80 billion HP, almost catching up to the lowest-tier main god outside..."

Xiao Feng muttered.

The dungeon's minor monsters will actively attack players; the twelve sword souls, upon coming within 300 meters, struck—uniformly drawing their Technique swords, which turned into blue arcs of light flying toward him.

Xiao Feng stood still to test the damage.

Twelve swords of light struck his body, dealing damage ranging from 300,000 to 1,000,000.

With the Item reducing damage, monsters below level 1000 are extremely weak to him, like mosquito bites.

Xiao Feng didn't use a weapon; he casually formed a source burst technique and threw it.

Boom—

In an instant, the clouds within a kilometer were cleared away; the twelve sword souls vanished in ashes and smoke, leaving nothing behind.

"Shit!"

The woodcutter who was spying on the battle outside the dungeon couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

Those twelve water sword souls are a fight that even elite adventurer teams of this stage would struggle to win, yet they were wiped out in an instant!

He had no choice but to reassess Xiao Feng, withdraw his previous doubts, and watch the upcoming battle with the attitude reserved for a strong opponent.

Xiao Feng dealt with the first wave of minor enemies and continued onward.

Normally, in cultivation dungeons, minor enemies also give cultivation rewards, just less than the boss.

But in resource dungeons, it's not like that—only the boss drops loot, while minor enemies are merely stumbling blocks on the way to the boss.

He needed to fly about fifty kilometers to reach the first mountain.

Along the way wave after wave of minor monsters came to block the path—golden metal-element sword souls, green wood-element sword souls, yellow earth-element sword souls, red fire-element sword souls, as well as white and black yin-yang sword souls.

The minor monsters' strength is roughly the same; the difference lies only in the energy attributes of their elements. Metal excels in combat, with strong penetration that can break damage reduction; wood can drain blood, restoring its own HP while attacking, which is troublesome for ordinary players… and so on.

Moreover, the number of minor monsters in each wave kept increasing—starting with only twelve, by the time he reached the mid-slope of Longyan Peak, it had grown to thirty-six.

If a regular team came to clear this, twenty people facing thirty-six 500-level minor monsters with 80 billion HP each would face a high risk of total wipe.

Upon reaching the mid-slope of Longyan Peak, Xiao Feng saw a path; flying up hits an invisible wall, so it seems one can only go up on foot.

He raised his head and gazed at the peak that seemed to have no end, momentarily speechless: 'How high is this—how long will it take to climb?'

Da Bai tried to fly forward; near the mountain path he could fly, but couldn't go straight up or down, and there was also a height limit—he had to honestly follow the path, spiraling upward.

Fortunately, this mountain path is quite wide—seventy to eighty meters—so even with Da Bai's size he can still stretch out.

"Big Bro, keep resting—I can handle flying in circles!"

Da Bai did his duty, flying up the mountain path at a steady speed of about 3000 meters per minute; although a bit slow, it's more comfortable than running himself.

Longyan Peak's mountain body is about 140 kilometers in diameter, making it relatively stout among the Twelve Celestial Capital Peaks; it runs almost straight up and down, and the summit is not much narrower than the base.

The mountain's height, however, is somewhat lower than other peaks—only about 27,000 meters or so.

Da Bai circled the mountain and, after flying a stretch, encountered minor enemies.

But this time they were no longer semi-transparent humanoid sword souls, but moving swords!

Along both sides of the mountain path, some rust-covered ancient swords were stuck in the ground, each seven to eight meters long.

When Xiao Feng arrived, these rusty swords emitted a hint of killing intent, leaping straight out of the ground—sixteen of them—and, uncontrolled, they slashed straight at him.

【Ancient Sword·Break】

Level: 500 (Cultivation)

HP: 88 billion/88 billion

Note: The sword may be broken, but the heart is not dead!

Four large swords engaged in melee, while twelve swords launched ranged sword qi attacks, all aimed at him and Da Bai, perfectly coordinated—as if someone were controlling them.

Da Bai is guarded by heavenly dao protection, possessing an innate 9 trillion defense, so he fears no such attack.

Xiao Feng, meanwhile, was completely unfazed; he took a hit to test the damage, but it was only a few hundred thousand.

He flicked out seventeen source needles; each needle struck a sword, instantly killing them all, with one needle left striking empty air.

The ascent proceeded almost without pause; the battle lasted no more than two seconds.

While flying around the mountain, Xiao Feng took the opportunity to admire the scenery of the Twelve Celestial Capitals.

Because the mountain is quite stout, circling flight doesn't cause dizziness, and the view rotation range is relatively low.

Looking outward from Dragon Inkstone Peak, all the mountains and valleys lay beneath his feet; only another eleven sky-piercing high mountains could be considered majestic.

Clouds and mist lay beneath his feet, the rivers and mountains became a painting on flat ground; taking advantage of the withered autumn scenery inside the instance, it was quite poetic.

On the mountain path, ancient sword-like minor monsters occasionally appeared, some offensive, some defensive, but none could stop him.

After flying for over an hour, Xiao Feng finally reached the mountaintop.

Having climbed the final stretch of the mountain road, a broad platform appeared ahead; the mountaintop looked as if it had been cleaved flat by supernatural craftsmanship, with some irregular protrusions along its edges, and to the east rose a huge rock resembling a dragon's head.

The name Dragon Inkstone Peak comes from here; the entire summit resembles an inkstone.

An ancient city named Chengshi sits at the center of the mountaintop plateau, which is a hundred kilometers across; the plaza outside the city is also thirty to forty kilometers wide.

Xiao Feng flew toward Chengshi, and Da Bai reminded him, "Big Brother, there's someone over there who seems quite formidable."

On the city tower of Dragon Inkstone Heavenly Capital, a white-haired old man closed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back.

Before the massive mountain peak and the city of Chengshi, the old man, standing only 1.7 meters tall, appeared utterly insignificant; without close inspection, one would hardly notice him.

But when Xiao Feng's gaze fell upon him, he felt an extraordinary aura drawing him in, as if nothing else existed in heaven and earth—only a single sword remained.

Hmm… that old man is literally a sword in human form!

【Dragon Inkstone Peak Chief Sword Cultivator — Character】

Level: 950 (Great Vehicle Stage)

HP: Unknown

Note: You only need to defeat his illusion.