Permanent Martial Arts Chapter 1969: Annihilating Thirteen Spacetime Cultivators!

“Dead?”

The West Wing Master stared at the scene, lost in a daze and unable to find his voice.

To spacetime cultivators like them, the concept of death felt incredibly distant. It was a notion so far-fetched it seemed impossible. They had never imagined that their lives could be extinguished so effortlessly.

Under normal circumstances, the worst that could happen was defeat, followed by a long period of lingering within the timeline while waiting for a Spacetime Heart to form. Once that happened, they could simply venture into other timelines once more.

Yet now, a life had been snuffed out—and it was a spacetime cultivator who held authority over no fewer than ten timelines.

Who possessed the power to slay a spacetime cultivator with such vast control?

Lin Feng shook his head slowly. “You are far too fragile. You believed that by controlling timelines, you could act without restraint, as if you were truly invincible. You thought you were beyond the reach of death. But look at yourselves now; see how easily you break.”

With a casual wave of Lin Feng’s hand, several more spacetime cultivators crumbled into ash. Trapped within the spacetime prison, they were utterly powerless to fight back.

They found it impossible to even sense the timelines, let alone retreat to their own. All connection to the flow of time had been severed.

Without that connection, how could they ever hope to return?

Never before had they stood so close to the brink of total annihilation.

“How can this be? Is this truly the might of a spacetime terminating supreme treasure?” the West Wing Master whispered to himself.

He had previously suspected that Lin Feng’s spacetime prison was such a legendary artifact, but he had no idea what a spacetime terminating supreme treasure actually looked like or what it was capable of. He had been completely in the dark.

Now, the terrifying truth was clear.

A spacetime terminating supreme treasure was a horrific weapon capable of permanently ending spacetime cultivators like them. It brought about absolute destruction. No matter how many timelines one commanded, those numbers meant nothing if one was suppressed within the spacetime prison.

“King of Devouring, have you finally taken that step?”

Suddenly, a realization seemed to strike the West Wing Master.

Lin Feng gave the West Wing Master a long, meaningful look. Among the many spacetime cultivators present, few could grasp that he had moved beyond their level. In truth, only the West Wing Master understood the significance of what was happening.

“Indeed. This spacetime terminating supreme treasure has revealed the path ahead to me. Once I have finished with you, I shall likely be able to sever the future!” Lin Feng spoke without reservation. He stood calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Sever the future…”

The West Wing Master fell into a silent contemplation. A mixture of longing and bitterness flickered in his eyes.

He understood then that his defeat was absolute and final.

The thirteen spacetime cultivators had served as the “fuel” required for the spacetime prison to undergo its final metamorphosis. Their demise had allowed Lin Feng to grasp the underlying principles and take that monumental step forward.

Lin Feng would show no mercy; he would not hesitate to finish them off.

“Hahaha! It is worth it. We have chased that goal for so long, yet we could never cross that threshold. To witness an expert actually take that step now… it is a stroke of luck, haha…”

The West Wing Master threw his head back and laughed toward the sky.

He harbored no regrets. Even if he were given a second chance, he would make the same choices again.

Regrettably, they were merely the stepping stones for Lin Feng’s ascent, rather than the ones achieving success themselves.

Bang.

Finally, the West Wing Master was reduced to nothingness. Every one of those thirteen formidable spacetime cultivators, each a master of at least ten timelines, had been wiped from existence!

Swoosh.

Lin Feng moved forward, gliding out from the confines of the spacetime prison.

Gazing around, he saw that the vast Dragon Coiling Realm appeared to have regained its tranquility.

“The time has come.”

Lin Feng had dealt with all thirteen spacetime cultivators. He had executed them all, ensuring they were thoroughly dead. They would never again appear in any spacetime throughout the future.

In fact, because they had never truly mastered the principles of the past and present, their death meant they would vanish entirely from the past, the present, and the future alike.

“Life is a fragile thing…”

Lin Feng reflected on the delicacy of existence.

If one looked purely at raw power, the combined strength of those thirteen cultivators was vastly superior to Lin Feng’s. They wielded the power of over two hundred timelines, a truly staggering force.

In a direct contest of strength, Lin Feng could not compare to them.

Yet, despite being far more powerful than him, those spacetime cultivators had been unable to offer any resistance at all.

Thus, raw strength was not the ultimate factor.

Or rather, no amount of power could withstand the fundamental laws of spacetime.

They possessed immense strength, yet they were as vulnerable as commoners when faced with the true nature of spacetime. For Lin Feng, killing them was a simple task.

Such was the law of spacetime!

Lin Feng had no desire to remain so vulnerable. The spacetime prison was, in the end, an external tool. He needed to internalize a power similar to the prison’s. To achieve that, there was only one path forward.

He had to sever the future!

This was the objective Lin Feng sought to achieve.

Having already mastered the principle, his next task was the act of severing the future itself!

Only by severing the future could he be said to have finished one-third of the journey toward transcending spacetime. Furthermore, it was the most vital third of that path.

Lin Feng felt instinctively that once his future was severed, the past and the present would lose their ability to bind him.

“Sever the future…”

Lin Feng shut his eyes. A flood of images surged through his mind, each representing a potential version of his future.

In his younger days, Lin Feng might have felt pride at seeing so many possibilities. Such a vast array of scenes would have suggested an exciting and vibrant destiny.

But now, having fully grasped the principle, he understood that a multitude of futures was not a gift, but a heavy shackle.

His goal was to cut them all away!

From that moment on, Lin Feng would no longer exist within the future. Even if he did manifest, he would be nothing more than a detached observer, a being of transcendent status.

No footprint of his would remain in the days to come!

In the future, Lin Feng would be truly invincible. No one would be able to kill him. This was a state far more formidable than merely ruling over thousands of timelines.

In fact, if an opponent had not severed their own future, Lin Feng could simply leap into their future spacetime and cut it short. In an instant, that opponent would cease to be.

No other power could replicate such a feat.

This was the terrifying reality of a true spacetime cultivator!

Lin Feng was well aware of the immense power and the incredible difficulty involved in severing the future. However, since the principle was already clear to him, the actual act was merely a matter of time.

With a single thought, and without even drawing upon his spacetime energy, his awareness seemed to merge with countless future possibilities simultaneously.

Those scenes held every conceivable outcome, appearing across all manner of situations, as if his potential futures were infinite.

Visions flashed through his consciousness as he seemed to drift through countless shards of what was yet to come.

A faint smile touched Lin Feng’s lips.

He recognized that these fragments of the future were nothing but illusions—the chains that spacetime used to bind those who practiced cultivation.

The moment had arrived!

“Sever!” Lin Feng commanded, his eyes snapping open as he let out a low growl.