Eons Venerable Lord

Right at this moment, the other seven old ancestors had also completed the inheritance. They had also sent Lin Hualong, Hu Ping, Cai Lili and the others out, and were preparing to help Canglin carry out the inheritance for Ling Feng.    

However, when they saw Ling Feng accepting the inheritance of Yang in such a short period of time and almost fully comprehending it, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock.    

"Yang, did he comprehend the Concept of Fire before this?" Yue couldn't help but ask.    

"He must have comprehended it before. Otherwise, how could he have comprehended it to such an extent in such a short period of time?"    

"Yeah, I think so too. This period of time is too short. Even if you use your full strength to let him comprehend it, it's still impossible!"    

The other old ancestors also revealed doubtful expressions. After all, this was simply too ridiculous. They had lived for so many years, but they had never talked about such heaven-defying talent.    

Furthermore, Ling Feng was only a little over sixteen years old. It was already shocking that he could achieve such an achievement at such a young age. With such talent, how could he let others live?    

Yang shook his head bitterly and said, "Other than the wisp of beast fire from the Fire Cloud Leopard, he didn't have any comprehension of the fire attribute. It can be said that he basically comprehended it this time!"    

After hearing these words, the few of them could no longer remain calm. All of them revealed bright lights. If all of them were to impart their concepts to Ling Feng, would Ling Feng be able to comprehend all of them?    

If he really could, how far would Ling Feng grow? Each of them revealed a look of anticipation.    

"Cut the crap. Let's begin. We don't have much time left!" Canglin said in a deep voice.    

"It's Old Ancestor Cang!"    

The seven of them quickly responded, and then sat cross-legged on their respective stone tablets. Each of their hand seals changed, and a majestic energy instantly rose around their bodies. Their clothes fluttered, and their long hair fluttered in the wind.    

The stone tablets beneath them also trembled and emitted a strong light. A majestic aura rolled in the air and several rays of light intersected in the air. The colors were colorful and beautiful.    

But now, no one was appreciating this scene. All of them were looking at Ling Feng with burning eyes, not daring to make a single mistake.    

It was already a great opportunity for an ordinary person to receive an inheritance, but it was also a great opportunity. There was nothing in this world that could be obtained without effort. Accepting an inheritance was a painful process. One had to constantly temper oneself, constantly comprehend, and completely immerse oneself in it. It was the greatest effect that could be achieved.    

Ling Feng was currently enduring the nine inheritances. There was naturally no need to talk about the opportunities, but the pain was even more intense.    

Canglin had been tempering his soul force. That kind of pain was not something that an ordinary person could bear.    

Yang was burning his body, allowing him to comprehend the Concept of Fire. He was also enduring endless pain.    

At this moment, the other seven old ancestors were applying the inheritance to Ling Feng at the same time. There was a sharp and fierce sword intent. It kept cutting his will, stabbing his body. The strong sword intent seemed to be silent, but when it came to him... It was like a storm, which confirmed the saying, "If you don't explode in silence, you will die in silence." That was the meaning of the silent sword intent.    

With the wild and violent power of Liao's bloodline, Ling Feng's body kept expanding. His blood was almost boiling. A primitive vicious barbarian rose in his consciousness. It carried an extreme ruthlessness, and it continuously filled his body. It was as if it was going to explode at any moment.    

The Concept of Wind with feathers would sometimes be invaded by wild wind. It turned into countless wind blades that looked like they were going to cut him into minced meat. Sometimes it was like the gentle wind in the spring. It was soft and refreshing, warm and intoxicating. Sometimes it would be like a seagull soaring in the sky. It was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared and reappeared.    

There was the concept of cold in the moon, and sometimes it was like the weather in winter. It was like the frozen Kingdom of Heaven, like a cold ice cellar, frozen to the point where blood could not flow; sometimes it was filled with endless coldness. It was like the coldness of hell, making one's hair stand on end and tremble with fear.    

There was Kun's Concept of Space. It was like a Kun Peng soaring in the sky. The sea was vast and the sky was wide. Across the entire world, it was supreme. It shuttled between heaven and earth, and under the heavenly mountain, there was nothing it could do.    

There was the power of death and loneliness, as if it had fallen into a deathly silent world. It was a barren land without life, no wind, no rain. There was no light, there was a strong sadness and bleakness, just like how Ling Feng felt when he walked alone in the tomb. It almost drove people crazy.    

There was only one saber in the world. It was as if there was only one saber in the world. It was as fierce as a saber, calm like a saber, cold like a saber, warm like a saber, and blood like a saber.    

Ling Feng frowned, and the sweat on his forehead fell down like rain. It dripped onto the wound that he had just recovered from, but it was also caused by the sword intent, wind blades, and expansion. A burning pain came from it. However, he did not make a sound. Although he had already entered the ethereal state of the word "Lin," he still instinctively clenched his teeth. His entire body trembled.    

When the nine old ancestors saw Ling Feng's current appearance, they all turned their heads to look at him. Despite suffering so much pain at the same time, he was still able to endure it. Indeed, he was worthy of being called the legendary Heavenly Desolate Sacred Body.    

What shocked them even more was that Ling Feng was still in an ethereal state under such circumstances. It was totally unbelievable.