Chapter 240: The Wind God's Inheritance
From there, the task became straightforward.
Dugu Feng and Feng Xiaotian worked together, digging steadily downward, while Ning Rongrong supported them with her power enhancements.
Dugu Feng chose not to dig straight down—after all, they had to consider the effects of the violent winds.
Their initial pit expanded into a tunnel, curving as it descended deeper, forming a long, winding passage like an earthen spiral staircase.
Their progress was swift—by the end of the first day, they had already tunneled several hundred meters beneath the surface.
As they dug, Dugu Feng quietly released his Overlord Poison.
Within this rocky labyrinth, mental perception was severely hampered—his spiritual sense could barely stretch beyond a few hundred meters.
But such limitations didn't trouble him.
When he chose the digging method, he had already planned for this—using the Overlord Poison to explore ahead.
The Overlord Poison was a spiritual toxin that combined all the abilities of the Jade Phosphor and Crimson Toxins, capable of sensing through the soul force embedded in the rock itself.
Thus, his poison-light probed the underground for miles, tracing a path through the thick layers of stone.
Wind-attribute spirit energy left traces—patterns, fluctuations, densities.
They followed these signs, always digging toward the densest flow.
As time passed, they could feel the wind energy growing stronger around them—richer, purer.
Even though Dugu Feng and Ning Rongrong weren't wind-attribute spirit masters, the energy here was so refined that they could still absorb it to strengthen their cultivation.
Soon, several hundred more meters down, Dugu Feng began to hear a faint whistling in the dark.
At first, it was delicate—then, fast as breath, it swelled into a roar.
The surrounding stone walls took on a faint cyan hue.
"Brother Feng, I think we found it!" Ning Rongrong said excitedly.
Dugu Feng nodded, though he didn't dare to relax.
"Feng Xiaotian, you lead the digging from here."
He gestured for Feng Xiaotian to follow the growing wind sounds.
He was almost certain now—this was the place of the Wind God's inheritance.
And if that were true, it posed no danger to Feng Xiaotian; on the contrary, he was the destined one.
With determination flashing in his eyes, Feng Xiaotian unleashed another Tornado Blade.
The powerful cutting force struck the rock face—
"Crack!"
A sharp echo split the air—then a terrifying suction force burst from beyond the wall.
All three were swept in at once.
Dugu Feng barely had time to pull Ning Rongrong into his embrace before they were caught up in the force.
"Boom!"
He felt a bone-jarring impact, as if he had slammed into something solid yet unyielding.
After tumbling through violent air currents, he finally managed to stabilize himself midair, still holding Ning Rongrong close.
Opening his eyes, he was stunned.
Stretching out before him was a vast turquoise ocean—a boundless space of emerald light.
At its center floated a green crystalline barrier, radiant and alive.
They had crashed directly into it.
Inside the shield, Feng Xiaotian could already be seen, unaffected by the barrier's resistance.
Dugu Feng's heart clenched. He had been right after all.
"Brother Feng, what is this place?" Ning Rongrong asked, steadying her spirit power and gazing in awe at the emerald sea and shining barrier.
"Remember the inheritance I found in the Slaughter City?" he said softly. "This is the same—a divine inheritance ground.
But this one chooses only wind-attribute spirit masters.
Feng Xiaotian has found his destined opportunity."
Ning Rongrong crossed her arms, pouting. "What, so we can't inherit it ourselves?"
"If we could, we wouldn't have been thrown out by the barrier," Dugu Feng replied calmly.
He wasn't disappointed—he had expected this. This was, after all, the Wind God's domain.
Inside the light, Feng Xiaotian waved to them once, then turned and walked deeper into the barrier—determined to seize the chance before him.
Dugu Feng turned his attention outward again, observing the barrier's shifting glow.
Waves of wind energy rippled from it like tides, pulsing outward into the surrounding space.
So this was the source of the pure wind essence that had saturated the entire canyon.
No wonder the wolf bandit leaders had such extraordinary bodies—the constant nourishment of this divine energy had strengthened them over generations.
It seemed the Wind God was indeed generous, much like the Sea God himself.
Even beyond this sanctuary, any wind-attribute spirit master who trained within the surrounding Hurricane Canyons benefited from the god's lingering blessing without ever undergoing a divine trial.
"This place is perfect for cultivation," Dugu Feng said. "If we can endure the force of these energy tides, we'll not only toughen our bodies but rapidly increase our spirit power."
If the god was so generous, they would take advantage of the gift.
But Dugu Feng's plan wasn't merely to train—he had another goal.
His internal energy core, the Danchu, had reached 98%. A little more refinement here could push it to perfection.
"I feel it too," Ning Rongrong said eagerly. "Cultivating here will let us advance a thousand li in a single day!"
Her excitement grew with every passing moment.
When she returned home, she would astonish her father, as well as Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Dugu Feng released his Jade Dragon Snakes.
The twin serpents coiled gracefully, carrying him and Ning Rongrong closer to the radiant barrier.
The tides of wind energy pulsed rhythmically, swelling every half-hour like the breath of a living ocean.
Dugu Feng crossed his legs atop his serpent mount, his Danchu spinning steadily within.
Nearby, Ning Rongrong did the same—her own Danchu humming in sync.
Suddenly, the barrier flared with light.
A torrent of energy burst forth like boiling storm waves, slamming into them head-on.
Even the Jade Dragon Snakes were driven back by the force.
The impact was immense—yet cleansing. Dugu Feng felt his entire body resonating with the baptism of divine wind.
The violent energy swiftly softened as it entered him, brimming with vitality and purity.
As expected of divine power—pure, potent, and endlessly nourishing.
His Danchu spun faster, greedily siphoning it in.
The Jade Dragon Snakes absorbed even more, their bodies glowing as they devoured the power that had no resistance to them.
They had dreams of their own—to one day evolve into hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.
This was their opportunity.
Just like the chance they had once gained in the Slaughter City, this too could change their fate forever.
The two dragons chased the waves of wind energy like serpents through a divine ocean, reveling in the power.
Each surge lasted about half an hour before ebbing away—only for a new tide to rise again.
For Dugu Feng, enduring the force of those tides was easy—his body was strong enough to withstand the impact effortlessly.
But for Ning Rongrong, this was her first taste of such grueling refinement.
Her body tingled with searing pain, her limbs trembling under the strain.
But she clenched her jaw, her sheer will refusing to yield.
Her Danchu pulsed violently, sending out warm streams of energy to soothe her body as it absorbed the divine wind.
A cycle formed within her—absorb, fuse, release—tempering her inner resilience with each wave.
Slowly, she adapted to the rhythm, her pain fading into determination.
Dugu Feng said nothing. He knew she was strong enough to endure this trial.
And with the celestial medicine still dormant within her, there was no risk to her life.
In the vast, shimmering azure space, the two figures and their twin serpents began their silent cultivation.
Each wave of divine wind brought them closer—to strength, transcendence, and destiny.
(END CHAPTER)
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