A Glimpse of Enlightenment

The flying vessel continued its swift journey, streaking through the black mist like a beam of light.

At first, Yi Feng was brimming with anticipation, infected by the solemn atmosphere of the three companions beside him. He thought they might encounter some real danger, but all they met were a few insignificant nuisances.

Gradually, Yi Feng resigned himself to patience, waiting for something more substantial.

Along the way, he ate and drank as usual, and before he knew it, three days had passed.

The vessel never slowed, plunging deeper into the black mist until the world around them was entirely shrouded in thick darkness, making it impossible to distinguish day from night.

Just as Yi Feng finished eating a local egg, the woman among the three spoke with gravity.

"It seems the source lies ahead. Delving deeper will reveal the truth."

"Understood."

The two men nodded in agreement, their expressions turning solemn.

Hearing this, Yi Feng raised his gaze, following their line of sight into the distance.

A hazy, indistinct mass loomed ahead, exuding an eerie chill within the darkness. Strange demonic creatures intertwined within it—some towering like giants, others with twisted faces, and some even lacking eyes entirely.

They did seem slightly different, stronger than the usual fiends he had encountered before.

Yi Feng studied them for a moment but sensed no overwhelming aura. His initial excitement faded, replaced by a sense of dull indifference.

Coming all this way just to fight monsters felt rather pointless.

His eyes wandered to the path the vessel had taken. Common demonic creatures roared and flailed on the ground, putting on a fierce display.

But to Yi Feng, they were as unimpressive as goblins wielding paintbrushes, failing to spark even a flicker of interest. If anything, they were less rewarding than the Void Beasts he had faced before.

While he was lost in boredom, the three beside him remained tense.

The leading woman addressed the other two with measured caution.

"Those creatures ahead are no ordinary foes. If we don’t eliminate them, they may cause us considerable trouble."

"So let’s clear them out before continuing our journey."

"Once we advance, stay sharp. Strike to kill, and maintain the triangular formation. We’ll watch each other’s backs."

Then, her gaze shifted to Yi Feng.

"When we enter the mist, you’ll guard the sacred vessel. The strongest creatures at the periphery are only at the Dao Confirmation realm, and you’re already a Half-Saint."

"Handling this minor task shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Yi Feng nodded impassively.

"Mm."

Though slaughtering a bunch of weak monsters held no thrill, he had agreed to accompany these three on their journey. A small favor like this was nothing.

Satisfied with his response, the three ignored him further.

With a flick of her sleeve, the woman halted the vessel mid-air at the edge of the dense mist.

The trio transformed into streaks of light, vanishing into the endless black fog like white comets illuminating the night. Their radiant trails tore through the darkness, obliterating countless demonic creatures in their wake.

Deafening roars erupted as brilliant flashes erupted within the mist—

From afar, it looked like fireworks bursting in the night sky, dazzling enough to lift one’s spirits.

Admittedly, those three were quite impressive.

Watching the spectacle, Yi Feng’s mood improved slightly. But the panicked shrieks beneath his feet reminded him of his duty, as more creatures surged toward the vessel.

With a sigh, he drew a massive sword and descended to the ground, hacking away relentlessly.

Every swing triggered the long-missing chime of the system in his mind.

Experience points soared effortlessly, as easy as drinking water.

Though the task was tedious, at least there was some gain. For a moment, Yi Feng felt like he was back in the old days, grinding levels by slaying monsters.

After a chaotic flurry of strikes, a ring of demonic corpses piled around him.

Yi Feng grew numb, turning into a mindless killing machine. Another casual swing—another wave of experience harvested.

He lost track of time, his emotions dulled to nothing.

Mechanically swinging his sword, his thoughts drifted far away…

Since setting out on his journey to seek death, he had learned much.

At first, he believed himself to be merely at the Dao Confirmation realm. But after testing poisons, he discovered he was actually a Half-Saint. Then, after meeting Bai Piaopiao, he realized—he was a full-fledged Saint.

Once he reached Sainthood, he assumed he was just an ordinary one. But recently, he found out that all other Saints were pathetically weak in comparison.

After all this back-and-forth, he finally grasped the truth—he was far stronger than he ever imagined.

At this rate, the hope of encountering someone powerful enough to kill him was growing slimmer by the day.

The worst part? The damn system had never bothered to tell him how strong he truly was.

It made him feel like a fool, running in circles for nothing.

Yi Feng felt utterly scammed, as if ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

"Damn system!"

"Why are you so unreliable?"

Between curses, he casually cleaved a Mondo Beast in half. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His sword strikes grew fiercer, sparks flying as more creatures fell.

Yet the system remained silent, hiding like a coward.

Yi Feng was at a loss, his frustration pouring into the slaughter of weak monsters. Soon, corpses piled up like harvested wheat.

But before he could vent all his pent-up rage, the incoming horde began thinning.

Even more absurdly, some creatures charging at him with bared fangs suddenly turned tail and fled faster than they had arrived.

Their faces twisted in terror—as if he were the monster here.

Seriously, weren’t demonic creatures supposed to be fierce and bloodthirsty?

The sight only fueled Yi Feng’s irritation. Gripping his sword, he shouted after them.

"Hey! Stop! Stop right there!"

But his yell only made them scatter faster, vanishing like the wind.

"Whoosh…"

A gentle breeze brushed past, carrying only lonely dust before his eyes.

Yi Feng stood dumbfounded, his expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. With no other outlet, he charged after the fleeing creatures, venting his frustration through relentless slaughter.

Cutting through them like a wolf among sheep, he grew increasingly numb.

What seemed like monster-slaying was really just killing time. He barely registered what he struck—one swing, and it was over.

His movements became mechanical, as routine as cooking or plucking vegetables.

"Swish!"

Another slash, another massive demon collapsing without a sound.