A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 347: The First Calamity.

Li Feng calmly released his hands, leaving no discernible trace of Yan Moxuan behind. The man's entire existence had been utterly annihilated, erased to the point where not a single drop of blood remained. A cold smile played on Li Feng's lips as he slowly shifted his gaze toward the False Cultivator.

[...]

The False Cultivator remained a silent statue, his eyes fixed solely on Li Feng. Li Feng, however, did not allow his vigilance to falter for even a fleeting second. After all, this opponent was the genuine threat. Now that he had entered the Ruler of the Stars state, the truth was unmistakably clear... This was the formidable calamity he was destined to vanquish to alter Yue Lan’s fate. And unlike Yan Moxuan, the False Cultivator was shrouded in an aura that Li Feng found himself incapable of manipulating or twisting with his grasp of the "Law," a stark contrast to his previous engagement.

However, Li Feng merely offered another smile. He preferred confronting these formidable foes with his own strength, relishing the act of personally tearing them asunder. Suddenly, the False Cultivator stirred slightly.

[...I never anticipated... individuals of your caliber... existing within this realm...]

Li Feng surveyed his surroundings. The encroaching black water had now completely submerged the entire space. Where a floor should have been, he now felt as though he were standing upon the surface of an immense, ink-black ocean. The False Cultivator's aura intensified with each passing moment, as if drawing power directly from the somber sea beneath them. He unfurled his arms wide, an imposing gesture seemingly welcoming Li Feng into the heart of his dominion.

[...It appears you harbor a misconception. I have never—]

Before the sentence could be completed, a fist shot forth, directly impacting the False Cultivator's face. The opponent's head disintegrated into a viscous black sludge, as Li Feng materialized instantly before him, a chilling smirk gracing his features.

Then, with a grip of terrifying strength, Li Feng seized the False Cultivator's remaining neck, his massive palm completely engulfing it.

[...!]

Raising his other fist high, Li Feng brought it down with the force of a plummeting star, his countenance alight with fierce exhilaration.

The impact reverberated not as a mere punch, but as the cataclysmic explosion of a celestial body. A terrifying shockwave coursed through the entire tower, agitating the black water into violent surges. Even Goldie was forced to its knees, struggling to maintain its footing against the colossal tremor, while the Divine Brick tumbled through the air, buffeted by the immense force.

Li Feng, however, was far from finished. He was poised to rend the entity's form limb from limb. Suddenly— Countless streams of black liquid erupted from the dark ocean, hurtling through the air like venomous projectiles aimed directly at him. Li Feng's eyes narrowed. His Ruler of the Stars state had elevated his perception to a level bordering on the divine. He could discern the trajectory of every launched spear, feel the malevolent laws intricately woven into the black fluid, and sense the insidious devouring force attempting to latch onto his very existence.

But he simply smirked, making no move to evade. Instead, he tightened his vise-like grip on the False Cultivator's neck, his fingers digging deeper as if intending to obliterate the being's very essence. A dazzling silver starlight erupted from Li Feng's body, manifesting as countless minute stars that spun rapidly around him, forming a protective galaxy. The obsidian projectiles collided with the stellar barrier, dissolving into corrosive mist, yet none managed to breach its defenses. The headless corpse of the False Cultivator convulsed violently within his grasp.

Then, a distorted, gurgling voice resonated directly within Li Feng's consciousness:

[...You cannot extinguish... that which already exists... beyond death...]

Li Feng responded with a savage grin, his eyes alight with the flames of combat. He offered no verbal reply. Instead, he raised his free hand, and the constellations orbiting him coalesced into a single, blazing silver spear forged from pure stellar energy. Without a second thought, he drove it downward, aiming directly for the False Cultivator's chest. But the instant the silver spear of light neared its mark—

The entire black ocean below them surged violently upward.

Tens of thousands of colossal black tentacles, as thick as ancient tree trunks, erupted from the dark water. They ensnared Li Feng's arms, legs, and waist, even coiling around the silver spear itself, desperately attempting to drag him into the abyssal depths. Concurrently, the damaged head of the False Cultivator began to regenerate at an alarming pace, black ichor bubbling and reforming a featureless visage.

[...This is my domain... My ultimate trial... You are naught but... sustenance...]

Li Feng felt a terrifying suction emanating from the black ocean. It exerted a pull that transcended the physical, tugging at his soul, his cultivation base, and even his cherished memories. The more he struggled against it, the more potent the abyssal draw became.

A guttural roar escaped Li Feng’s lips. The Ruler of the Stars state surged to its absolute zenith. His physical form expanded dramatically, his muscles swelling with cosmic might as stars ignited across his skin, transforming him into a living galaxy. With a violent twist, he shattered dozens of the black tentacles, snapping them as if they were fragile threads. Unleashing a furious bellow, he slammed the False Cultivator's body downward, wielding it like a colossal hammer to strike the ocean's surface. A vast chasm formed in the black water, and for a fleeting moment, the devouring force inexplicably weakened. Li Feng seized this opportune instant. He channeled every fragment of his stellar energy into his right fist.

The surrounding silver luminescence intensified to a blinding degree, akin to the birth of a miniature sun within the confines of the tower.

"Falling Star Fist!"

With all his might, he delivered a downward strike.

The False Cultivator, still ensnared in his left hand, could only present a featureless face, its expanse widening in sheer astonishment.

Then, the fist made contact.

The resulting detonation was nothing short of cataclysmic.

A brilliant shaft of silver light erupted through the oppressive black sea, carving a colossal chasm that plunged directly to the domain's very foundation.

Tremendous shockwaves radiated outwards, obliterating innumerable tentacles and the dark, viscous water into nothing more than ephemeral mist.

The False Cultivator's physical form was virtually annihilated.

...Only a minuscule core, a vortex of writhing black essence, remained within Li Feng's vice-like grasp.

Yet, even in its depleted state, the entity's voice managed a faint, echoing whisper:

[...You... still... fail to comprehend... I am not... the true calamity...]

Li Feng's expression hardened into glacial ice.

He hadn't anticipated that this creature would survive such an attack.

His gaze flickered towards the ice cocoon, and a faint smile touched his lips.

He then drew the obsidian core closer to his visage, fixing it with a stare brimming with a killing intent potent enough to freeze the very stars.

"

The dark core pulsed once... then again...

Suddenly, in a voice that carried an almost discernible trace of amusement:

[...I am... merely the shadow... cast forth... when the actual calamity... stirred from its slumber...]

Upon hearing these enigmatic words, Li Feng ceased entertaining further discourse.

He proceeded to obliterate the core.

A cold, humorless smile then graced his features.

In response to his actions,

...Instantly, the entirety of the black ocean began to churn and boil with furious intensity.