A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 348: The First Calamity (2)

The vast, dark ocean churned violently, as if the entire realm had suddenly awakened.

Massive bubbles erupted from the surface, releasing a dense, peculiar black corrosive mist that hissed and seemed to devour the very fabric of space.

The ambient temperature plummeted drastically, yet the water itself seethed with a heat more intense than molten lava.

Waves towering like mountains rose and crashed with chaotic fury, battering the tower's walls and sending sheets of black spray in every direction.

Meanwhile, Li Feng stood serenely at the heart of this maelstrom, silver stars swirling about him, illuminating the oppressive darkness.

He remained utterly calm amidst the near-apocalyptic tempest.

"Finally," he muttered, cracking his neck.

The instant his words dissipated, the black ocean responded.

No longer were there mere silhouettes emerging from the depths.

...For the entirety of the black ocean itself was the true entity.

The False Cultivator, the shadowy form, the writhing core... all had merely served as diversions.

...Illusions cast by a calamity that had already fused with the domain.

The black water was not a mere sea; it was the creature.

...Every single drop, every cresting wave, every bubble of corrosive mist represented a living extension of its will.

The surface rippled with intense agitation, and in a single, impossible surge, the entire ocean lifted itself skyward.

It coalesced into a colossal, constantly shifting mass that occupied the full width and height of the tower's interior.

Innumerable faces... contorted, shrieking, dissolving... surfaced and then vanished within the liquid blackness.

Tentacles as thick as ancient trees continuously formed and dissipated, only to reappear elsewhere.

The "eyes" were now ubiquitous... thousands upon thousands of crimson orbs blinked open across the undulating surface, allfixed upon Li Feng with an unfathomable hunger.

Yet, Li Feng simply grinned at the overwhelming malevolence directed his way.

[...What... do you... comprehend!!.. You comprehend nothing...!]

The calamity's roar reverberated through the tower like rolling thunder.

A potent mixture of rage and pride contorted its voice, a singular, layered sound.

Then, the ocean attacked.

A titanic wave, hundreds of meters high and spanning the entire domain's breadth, crashed down with cataclysmic force.

It advanced like an avalanche of consuming darkness, carrying the oppressive weight of absorbed beings, corrupted destinies, and ceaseless screams.

The very air shrieked as the immense wall of black water descended.

Li Feng merely grinned, his excitement growing as silver light blazed forth from his body.

The galaxies that swirled around him intensified their spin, transforming into incandescent silver rings of pure, celestial might.

Instead of retreating or erecting a defense, Li Feng dashed directly into the path of the oncoming wave.

He thrust his right fist forward the precise moment he impacted the wave.

A focused torrent of Falling Star Fist erupted from his knuckles, cleaving a brilliant silver passage straight through the black water.

The point of impact detonated outwards, vaporizing a significant portion of the wave into innocuous white mist, but the ocean's onslaught was unyielding, the breach sealing almost instantly as more black liquid surged in from all sides.

Li Feng paid it no mind as he commenced his sprint.

In that critical instant, the Ruler of the Stars transformation rendered his sprinting an utterly terrifying spectacle.

His colossal, cosmic-enhanced physique leaned forward at a sharp, predatory angle, shoulders braced, arms pumping with an almost mechanical precision.

Each stride was explosive, his legs driving into the unstable black surface as if they were pistons forged from dying stars.

The stellar constellations emblazoned across his skin blazed with increased brilliance at every step, leaving luminous trails of afterimages like the tail of a comet streaking across the night sky.

He ran with the flawless form of a professional sprinter who had transcended mortal limits... perfect technique, terrifying velocity, and not a single wasted motion.

His feet appeared to barely skim the turbulent water...

Instead, each powerful push-off sent shockwaves rippling outward, shattering nearby tentacles before they could fully materialize.

The stellar rings orbiting his body spun with such ferocity that they generated a low, constant hum, cutting through the calamity's deafening roars.

Black water attempted to crash against him from every direction, corrosive mist hissing fiercely, but Li Feng moved like an unstoppable silver blur of pure momentum.

His eyes burned with intense, focused brilliance, accompanied by a wild, exhilarated smile.

Every muscle in his augmented frame operated in perfect synergy, propelling him forward at speeds that made the surrounding air scream.

Suddenly, tentacles lashed out, attempting to ensnare him mid-stride.

Perceiving this, he executed a swift torso twist at the last possible second, utilizing the centrifugal force of his sprint to unleash a backhanded blow that vaporized an entire cluster of those appendages into black mist.

Then, a shrieking face lunged from the wave's depths, but he effortlessly drove his shoulder through it without losing any momentum,

The impact unleashed a pulse of silvery light that disintegrated all matter within a ten-meter radius.

The tunnel Li Feng had carved through the immense wave was rapidly collapsing, yet he channeled even greater power into his legs.

Silver starlight erupted from the soles of his feet with every stride, bestowing upon him an explosive propulsion.

His movement was no longer a mere run through the wave; he was cleaving a path of utter destruction through the calamity's own being. It was as if a living meteor of pure silver was sprinting directly into the heart of the devouring ocean.

Each step he took detonated like a miniature supernova, sending shockwaves of silver light outward. These waves transformed the black water into evaporating mist in vast, sweeping arcs.

The sonic booms generated by his sprint merged into a continuous thunder, loud enough to deafen even the roaring of the calamity itself.

Then, abruptly, Li Feng halted his advance.

He firmly planted one foot onto the violently churning surface.

The impact point blossomed into a crater of exploding silver light, launching a final, cataclysmic ripple across the dissipating remnants of the wave.

His colossal form stopped dead in an instant, a testament to his perfect control, as if the terrifying momentum had ceased to exist entirely.

The silver afterimages surrounding him converged and merged back into his body in a dazzling flash.

Li Feng slowly straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders once. The blazing galaxies emblazoned across his skin continued to swirl with their intense brilliance, utterly undiminished.

He stood there, right in the midst of the seething black ocean, completely composed, as if he had merely taken a leisurely stroll rather than a high-speed dash through the very essence of an ancient calamity.

[...There has to be a... limit to... your current form...]

The False Cultivator's voice, layered and chilling, echoed through the chaos. It sounded mocking, as if it had already pierced through the facade of Li Feng's formidable power.

[...Once it breaks... I shall drown you!!]

Upon hearing these pronouncements, Li Feng merely offered a smile.