Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng stood on the barren ice field with a sinister expression. He had been in this ice field for an unknown period of time, and he felt that he had been here for at least a month.    

During this month, there was no change in the ice field, nor did any living creatures appear. Ye Feng stood alone on the ice field, not knowing what to do, nor where to go.    

Although this world was huge, he was alone, and he could not do anything. This feeling was too torturous, and Ye Feng's mentality had changed.    

Unfortunately, Ye Feng shouted and questioned on the ice field, but he received no answer. He was the only one in the vast ice field.    

Time passed by slowly. Ye Feng did not know how much time had passed, but he felt as if time had stopped.    

"Ah!"    

Ye Feng suddenly waved the Shattering Void Sword in his hand and stabbed it into the sky. A huge crack appeared in the sky, and Ye Feng tried to rush out of the crack and leave the ice field, but he was blocked by an invisible force. No matter how he tried, he could not break through this barrier and leave through the crack.    

"Break!"    

After Ye Feng tried for a long time, he turned around and attacked the ice field again. The violent sword energy cut open the ice field, and a deep fissure that looked like an abyss appeared in front of him.    

However, this fissure was the same as the crack in the sky. It was still very close, but it was also very far away. He could not pass through it.    

Ye Feng tried everything he could in the ice plains, but he was unable to leave this place. This feeling of helplessness made his emotions even more chaotic. When he thought about how the Martial Extreme Continent was still facing the threat of the Demon Clan and even Bixiao Palace, Ye Feng's heart could not help but become extremely anxious, but he had no way to do anything.    

"Ahhh!"    

Ye Feng roared at the sky, his mental state somewhat broken down, but it was meaningless.    

This time, Ye Feng chose to concentrate on cultivating. He closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, no longer paying attention to the outside world.    

Time continued to pass. After an unknown period of time, Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes. Such a long period of cultivation, his cultivation did not increase at all. It could be said that it was completely ineffective, but his mind was completely calm.    

"Since this is a test of perseverance, this kind of loneliness is naturally a test."    

Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked at the sky calmly. He thought it through. This test of the ice plains was not about the perseverance to withstand the cold, but about the perseverance to withstand the passage of time and the perseverance to withstand loneliness.    

For a true expert, if one wanted to cultivate to the extreme, they had to endure loneliness.    

Loneliness was a compulsory lesson for a martial cultivator. From the moment he started cultivating, he was destined to be accompanied by loneliness. Ye Feng had always known this, but he had never truly understood it. But now, he understood.    

At this moment, Ye Feng's eyes were incomparably deep, as if he had experienced countless years and witnessed countless things.    

"Congratulations, you have passed the test of perseverance."    

The voice of the Painting Saint resounded in the sky above the ice plains. In the next moment, a door appeared, and Ye Feng smiled indifferently as he walked into it.    

When Ye Feng passed through the door and left the ice plains, he found himself once again standing beside the Painting Saint. Once again, a series of changing images appeared in front of him.    

"This time, it is a test of your temperament."    

The Painting Saint looked at Ye Feng and smiled indifferently, "To be able to pass the test of perseverance in the ice plains, the test of temperament should not be difficult for you."    

"I hope so."    

Ye Feng replied with a calm smile and nodded.    

"Choose your testing venue."    

The Painting Saint waved his hand again, and the images in front of him kept changing. There were ruined cities, luxurious palaces, remote and quiet villas...    

Ye Feng looked at these scenes and finally chose the ruined city.    

"Go."    

The scene froze in the ruined city. The Painting Saint waved his hand and condensed a door, and Ye Feng walked in.    

A decaying aura floated into his nose. Ye Feng looked at the scenery around him. This city seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Dust was everywhere, and the plants in the city were all in a gray state. As soon as Ye Feng walked closer, these plants would dissipate into dust and smoke.    

"This place..."    

Ye Feng frowned slightly. This city was filled with a deathly aura, as if it was a hopeless place that made people feel a sense of disgust and wanted to leave as soon as possible.    

"Save me, save me..."    

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded. Ye Feng saw a broken door of a dilapidated house open, and an old man in ragged clothes, as thin as a stick, walked out with a broken bowl in his hand.    

"Give me something to eat. I'm starving to death."    

The thin old man staggered and walked towards Ye Feng with pleading eyes. Halfway through, he was hit by a broken brick and fell to the ground.    

Ye Feng looked at this scene coldly, but he did not rush forward to help him. After being abandoned for so long, everything was so rotten, but an old man appeared. This was already abnormal.    

"Old thing, you still want to run away!"    

At this moment, a furious curse sounded. A man holding a machete rushed out of the room.    

When the man saw Ye Feng, his eyes immediately lit up. "There really is an outsider here!"    

The man looked at Ye Feng with greed in his eyes, but in the next moment, he suddenly knelt on the ground. "Sir, please give us something to eat. We are really too hungry. We haven't eaten for half a month …"    

"You don't look like you haven't eaten for a long time."    

Ye Feng said expressionlessly. The old man and the man were both ordinary people, not Martial Cultivators. The man was well-built and his face was ruddy. His movements were very fast. An ordinary person who hadn't eaten for half a month was definitely not like this.    

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the man's expression froze, and his eyes rolled. He then said, "Sir, I really haven't eaten for half a month, and have been eating dirt. So, I still have some strength."    

Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh in anger. This man's lie was a bit too ridiculous.    

"Get lost."    

Ye Feng did not plan to bother with this old man and the young girl. He turned around to leave, but suddenly, a cold feeling came from behind him.    

"Hmm?"    

Ye Feng suddenly turned around and saw the man slashing towards him with a machete. He was almost successful.    

"Bam!"    

Ye Feng kicked out, and the man was sent flying more than ten meters away. He fell to the ground, spitting out blood and unable to get up.    

Seeing this scene, the old man, who was already struggling, suddenly became excited. His eyes emitted a terrifying cold light, and he pounced towards the man like a dog.    

"Hahaha, you evil creature, you have a day like this. I will eat you right now!"    

The old man's mouth was filled with saliva, and he pounced on the man like a mad devil, biting down with all his might. The expression of devouring flesh and blood was incomparably enjoyable, as if he had tasted some delicacy.    

"Dad, dad, spare me, I was wrong. Don't eat me!"    

The man pleaded in fear. He was seriously injured by Ye Feng and could not move, so he could only watch helplessly as the thin old man ate him bit by bit. This feeling was truly painful.    

Chapter 18 – The Pain of Being Eaten