I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 The Spear Has an Attitude, and It Refuses to Poke This Guy

To those watching, it was as though an ancient titan had awakened.

The old man’s figure expanded within their senses until he appeared large enough to cover the entire continent.

What was even stranger was that nothing happening inside the chamber leaked to the outside world.

Everything was perfectly contained, shrouded in absolute secrecy.

Daoist Thunder Emperor’s face paled. Even he felt insignificant before such power.

He found this shocking, as the two of them were still technically in the same realm... the Tenth Stage of the Divine Tribulation Realm.

Although the nameless old man’s cultivation had always been slightly higher, the difference should not have been so overwhelming.

It was then that Daoist Thunder Emperor realized what the old man was doing.

"He’s burning his blood!"

The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Burning one’s blood essence was an extremely dangerous technique.

Cultivators only resorted to such desperate measures when they had no other choice when cornered in a life and death battle with no possibility of retreat.

The method granted a temporary surge in power at the cost of one’s vitality, lifespan, and future cultivation prospects.

Once used excessively, it could even lead to permanent crippling or death.

Yet the nameless old man did not hesitate in the slightest.

His aura continued to rise with terrifying momentum.

Crimson energy swirled around his body like raging flames as his wrinkled face grew even older.

The vitality within him was being consumed at a frightening rate, all to unleash one final burst of strength.

Daoist Thunder Emperor felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned his gaze toward Lin Feng.

The young man stood quietly where he was, his hands behind his back.

His expression remained calm and indifferent, as though the world itself could not disturb his peace.

He did not release the slightest trace of spiritual pressure.

In fact, he looked no different from an ordinary mortal who had never cultivated a day in his life.

And yet that was precisely what terrified Daoist Thunder Emperor.

The nameless old man was risking everything, even sacrificing his blood essence and remaining lifespan, just to challenge Lin Feng.

Despite witnessing such a terrifying display, Lin Feng remained completely unfazed.

No surprise. No nervousness. No caution. Not even the slightest interest.

It was as if the old man’s desperate struggle was nothing more than a child’s attempt to move a mountain.

Daoist Thunder Emperor’s throat went dry.

He could not help but imagine himself standing in the old man’s position.

The mere thought made his heart tremble.

The stronger one became, the more one understood how terrifying Lin Feng truly was.

Daoist Thunder Emperor had crossed countless battlefields and fought innumerable experts throughout his life, yet he had never encountered someone as unfathomable as Lin Feng.

Looking at the calm figure standing there, Daoist Thunder Emperor suddenly felt that the old man had already lost.

The battle had not even begun, yet the outcome seemed predetermined.

After all, if burning one’s blood essence could not even earn a reaction from Lin Feng, then what hope was there of defeating him?

"All things end." The nameless small old man smiled gently. A dark spear slowly materialized beside him.

The weapon appeared ordinary at first glance.

Yet the instant it emerged, countless cracks appeared throughout space.

The spear had accompanied him for millions of years. It had witnessed every battle.

Every victory. Every defeat. Every moment of loneliness.

Every year spent searching for the woman he loved. The old man slowly reached out and grasped it.

His eyes softened.

For the first time, he looked not at Lin Feng but at the weapon itself.

"Old friend."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Let’s dance one more time."

The spear hummed.

As if responding to its master’s call. Then... The dark spear erupted with boundless light.

No. Not light. Darkness. Absolute darkness. A darkness so profound that it devoured everything.

The sun vanished. The sky disappeared. Even the concept of light seemed to cease existing.

Within an instant, the entire world was swallowed by endless night.

And standing at the center of that darkness was the old man, holding his spear and facing Lin Feng for what might be the final battle of his life.

"Sovereign Dragon Pierces the Heavens!"

The old man’s voice thundered across the world as he unleashed his ultimate technique.

The dark spear shot forward.

In that instant, space shattered like fragile glass. Time rippled and distorted.

The laws of karma trembled, fate itself fractured, and cause and effect seemed to cease existing.

The spear became the center of all existence. There was no heaven. There was no earth.

There was only the spear.

A single strike carrying the old man’s obsession, regret, longing, and countless years of suffering.

Its target was Lin Feng.

The terrifying spear crossed countless layers of reality in an instant and arrived before him.

Daoist Thunder Emperor’s face turned pale.

Even from afar, he felt certain that if he were the one facing this attack, he would be annihilated without leaving behind even a trace of his soul.

Yet Lin Feng merely smiled. His expression remained as calm as ever. Slowly, he raised a finger.

It was a simple movement. No divine technique. No heaven-shaking cultivation. Just a single finger.

He intended to stop the spear with nothing more than that.

The old man’s eyes widened. Daoist Thunder Emperor held his breath.

The spear and finger were about to collide. When...

"Roar!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the dark spear.

To everyone’s astonishment, the unstoppable weapon halted in midair just moments before it could collide with Lin Feng’s finger.

The scene froze.

Lin Feng remained standing calmly with his finger extended.

The dark spear trembled violently.

Its body shook as though it had encountered something beyond its comprehension.

Something beyond fear.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if the spear had looked into Lin Feng’s eyes.

Then it saw something. Nobody knew what it saw.