The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1159: Murong Zining

"Foolish brat who doesn't know his limits!"

The attendant sneered as Ling Feng ignored his warning and strode onto the Soul-Locking Bridge. "Every year, I see plenty like you. They all think too highly of themselves. They take a few steps onto the bridge, then end up soaked like drowned dogs."

"What an idiot. Let's see how long you last!"

His lips curled with disdain. In his eyes, a cultivator at the Spiritual Element Realm was just beginning to grasp the basics of spiritual consciousness. How strong could such a mind possibly be?

Even seasoned king-tier experts had to tread carefully on the Soul-Locking Bridge. A single lapse in focus, and they would plunge into the waters below.

Suffering backlash from their own spiritual consciousness was the least of their worries as becoming a laughingstock across the Tianlan Sea Region was far worse.

Ling Feng stepped firmly onto the bridge. His brow furrowed as he sensed the strange energy beneath his feet.

There was clearly an array laid within the bridge, one that unsettled the heart of whoever set foot upon it. Waves of spiritual pressure rippled through the air, weaving illusions meant to confuse the mind. A single moment of distraction could cause one to lose footing and fall.

But to Ling Feng, this level of suppression was far too weak.

When he first entered the Spiritual Element Realm, he already possessed emperor-level spiritual consciousness, stronger than that of many Human Emperor experts. The Soul-Locking Bridge posed no threat to him whatsoever.

When the attendant saw Ling Feng pause after taking his first step, he laughed aloud. "Stopped already? I thought you might at least last a few steps before realizing..."

His words froze in his throat. In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng's figure blurred, and he crossed the ten-zhang bridge in a single breath, landing lightly on the far side.

"Uh... how is that possible!"

The attendant's eyes nearly fell out of his head. The restrictive array on that bridge was strong enough that even king-tier experts had to move with great caution. Yet Ling Feng had crossed it as easily as walking on solid ground.

A moment later, Tuoba Yan followed, and his face burned even hotter.

Although she did not move with Ling Feng's speed, her steps were calm and steady, as though she were strolling through a quiet courtyard.

The Tiance Clan was renowned for its innate strength of spirit, and Tuoba Yan carried the Tiance Mirror. For her, the Soul-Locking Bridge posed no challenge at all.

Ten breaths later, she reached the far side and said coolly, "Does this bridge differ from an ordinary one?"

Ling Feng shrugged. "Perhaps only the weak would find it difficult. Come, let's go see these so-called geniuses of the inner sea."

The attendants of the Hall of Heroes, along with several young cultivators who had failed to cross, twitched at the corners of their mouths.

The weak?

Were they all being called weak?

"How can this be?"

The attendant who had mocked Ling Feng earlier stared blankly at their retreating figures. For a long while, he could not even breathe.

Even the Illusion Heart Queen herself couldn't cross this bridge smoothly.

Ordinary king-tier prodigies took at least ten breaths to pass, yet Ling Feng had finished in one!

"Impossible. Did the array malfunction?"

He rubbed his eyes furiously, all traces of arrogance gone from his face.

At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the Hall of Heroes. A young man in white robes entered, two swords strapped to his back. Handsome and confident, he seemed well acquainted with the place.

Without hesitation, he stepped onto the Soul-Locking Bridge, his body trembling slightly as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, every year I have to cross this cursed bridge just to get in. I hate this feeling!"

When the attendant saw him, he rushed forward with a smile. "Young Master Jian Chen, you've finally arrived."

The twin-sword youth nodded slightly and continued forward. It took him fifteen breaths to cross.

On any other day, that would have been a respectable showing. But compared to Ling Feng's single breath...

It seemed laughable!

"One breath to cross the Soul-Locking Bridge... What kind of monster is that?"

The attendant shook his head, cursing himself for his shortsightedness. If he had known that youth was such a prodigy, he would have done anything to curry favor.

As he muttered to himself, a cool voice sounded behind him. "Someone crossed the Soul-Locking Bridge in one breath? Is that true?"

The attendant turned and froze. His throat tightened as he stammered, "M-Miss Murong, you... you came in person!"

The newcomer was a young woman in violet robes, about twenty years old, her beauty breathtaking. She was Murong Zining, the most celebrated beauty in the entire Tianlan Sea Region, both inner and outer seas alike. The little princess of Tianhuang City, the foremost power of the inner sea, and the untouchable goddess in the hearts of countless geniuses. Noble, sacred and beyond reach!

Her beauty alone could topple kingdoms, yet her talent was just as extraordinary. At only twenty-five years old, she had already reached the realm of a half-step Human Emperor!

A half-step Human Emperor at twenty-five would rank among the top talents even in sacred lands such as the Dongling Immortal Pool.

A faint fragrance drifted past, making the attendant's soul tremble. He could hardly believe his fortune at being able to speak to the legendary Murong Zining.

"Hmph! She asked you a question. Stare again, and I'll dig out your eyes!"

The man beside her, about the same age and clearly a king-tier expert, barked coldly.

"Yes, yes!"

The attendant jolted as if struck by lightning, snapping back to his senses. "Reporting to Miss Murong, the young man didn't give his name. He wore white robes and looked like a young swordsman."

"A young swordsman in white?"

Murong Zining nodded slightly, thinking to herself, To cross the Soul-Locking Bridge in a single breath, one must possess at least Emperor-level spiritual consciousness. Could this be a Spiritual Refinement cultivator? The Spiritual Refinement path is waning these days, I'd like to meet this mysterious young man!

With that thought, Murong Zining stepped forward gracefully. The man beside her followed, and together they spent about ten breaths crossing the bridge.

The attendant watched her receding figure, breathing in the lingering fragrance in the air. His knees weakened, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"If I could hold her even once, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life!"