Darkness.
Not the peaceful kind.
The heavy kind.
Lin Feng floated inside it, weightless, drifting between pain and warmth.
Something pulsed in his chest.
Slow.
Powerful.
Ancient.
The Dream of Titans
He stood in a vast golden plain.
The sky was bronze.
The ground cracked with every step he took.
Before him stood giants—towering humanoid figures with glowing cores embedded in their chests. Their fists radiated condensed force instead of spiritual Qi.
One of them stepped forward.
Its voice did not echo.
It vibrated reality.
"Last inheritor."
Lin Feng blinked.
"Okay first of all—why does everyone call me things without explaining?"
The Titan ignored him.
"The Sealed One was only a fragment."
"The true catastrophe sleeps."
"Grow stronger."
The golden plain shattered like glass.
Awakening
Lin Feng's eyes snapped open.
Ceiling.
Wooden beams.
Herbal smell.
"Ah. I'm not dead."
A voice nearby scoffed.
"You were very close."
Lin Feng turned his head.
An old man with sharp eyebrows and a grey robe sat beside his bed. His aura was restrained—but suffocating.
Outer Elder Zhao.
Peak Foundation Establishment Realm.
And currently staring at Lin Feng like he was either treasure…
Or trouble.
System Check
Lin Feng blinked internally.
"Status."
FIST GOD SYSTEM — HOST STATUS
Name: Lin Feng
Title: Cataclysm Breaker
Realm: Body Tempering Stage 9 (Peak Stabilized)
Titan Legacy: 18% Inherited
Fist Points: 2,380
Physical Integrity: 42% (Recovering)
Bone Structure: Reinforced (Titanic Density)
Hidden Trait Unlocked: Impact Domain (Dormant)
Next Advancement Requirement: Breakthrough via Core Resonance
Lin Feng stared.
"…Impact Domain?"
Dormant ability tied to Titan Legacy.
Activates upon Core Resonance breakthrough.
He grinned faintly.
"Nice."
Elder Zhao narrowed his eyes.
"You are smiling."
Lin Feng coughed dramatically.
"Ah, pain-induced hallucination, Elder."
The old man leaned forward.
"The mountain nearly collapsed."
"Several elders sensed fluctuations comparable to Core Formation Realm."
"You were at the epicenter."
Lin Feng blinked innocently.
"Was I?"
Silence.
Elder Zhao studied him for a long moment.
Then—
"You will report to the inner sect in three days."
He stood.
"And Lin Feng…"
His aura leaked slightly.
"If you are hiding something that endangers the sect—"
Lin Feng raised a hand weakly.
"If I could endanger the sect, I'd at least ask for better food first."
A pause.
Then surprisingly—
Elder Zhao chuckled once.
And left.
Recovery Phase
For the next two days, Lin Feng remained confined to bed.
Except—
His body healed at an absurd rate.
Cracked bones reformed stronger.
Muscle fibers rewove denser.
The Titan Core rotated steadily, absorbing ambient energy.
Recovery Acceleration: Passive Titan Physiology
Structural Reinforcement Increased by 12%
Lin Feng flexed his arm.
The air around his fist slightly compressed.
He blinked.
"…I didn't even punch."
Micro Impact Field detected.
Impact Domain synchronization rising.
Lin Feng grinned.
"Oh, this is getting interesting."
Outside the Sect
Meanwhile—
News spread quietly.
Not publicly.
But among those who mattered.
Heavenly Sword Pavilion
A white-robed elder frowned.
"Titan fluctuation confirmed."
"Send someone to observe Iron Spine Sect."
Crimson Demonic Valley
A crimson-eyed woman smiled lazily.
"Titan bloodline?"
"How delicious."
Hidden Mountain Temple
An old monk sighed.
"The cycle begins again."
Lin Feng, of course, knew none of this.
He was busy arguing with the system.
System Argument #47
"Why didn't you tell me the Sealed One was just a fragment?"
Information locked until core destruction.
"You enjoy drama, don't you?"
Host survival rate increases under emotional stimulation.
"…You're insane."
Confirmed.
Lin Feng burst out laughing.
The disciple outside his room heard it and shivered.
"Senior Brother Lin laughs like a villain…"
Nightfall — The First Manifestation
That night, as Lin Feng sat cross-legged attempting to sense Core Resonance—
It happened.
The air around him bent.
A faint golden ripple spread outward from his body.
Dust lifted from the ground.
The wooden floor creaked.
Lin Feng opened his eyes.
The space within three meters of him felt… heavier.
Denser.
He raised his hand slowly.
The air compressed around his knuckles.
Without moving—
A crack formed on the opposite wall.
Lin Feng froze.
"…I didn't throw anything."
Impact Domain — Partial Activation
Area: 3 meters
Effect: All force within domain amplifies under host intent
Lin Feng stared at his fist.
"So… if I punch inside this domain…"
Force output multiplier estimated at 170%.
He swallowed.
"That's broken."
Correct.
He grinned slowly.
"I love it."
Three Days Later
Standing before the Inner Sect Hall—
Lin Feng wore fresh robes.
His posture straight.
Aura calm.
But beneath the surface—
A Titan heart pulsed.
Elder Zhao stood before him.
"You will demonstrate your cultivation."
The inner disciples watched from the sides.
Some curious.
Some jealous.
One in particular—
Tall.
Cold eyes.
Refined aura.
Inner Disciple Yan Kuang.
Peak Body Tempering Stage 9.
And known bully of outer disciples.
Yan Kuang smirked.
"So this is the one who shook the mountain?"
Lin Feng smiled back.
"If it shook, maybe it was scared."
The hall grew quiet.
Elder Zhao nodded.
"Demonstrate."
Yan Kuang stepped forward.
"I will test him."
Lin Feng sighed internally.
"System."
Impact Domain ready.
Fist Points sufficient for reinforcement.
Yan Kuang's aura flared.
"Don't cry later."
He charged.
Fast.
Precise.
Spiritual Qi coated his palm.
Lin Feng didn't move.
At the last second—
He activated it.
Impact Domain — FULL WITHIN RANGE
Golden ripple expanded.
Three meters.
Yan Kuang stepped inside.
His expression changed instantly.
"…What is this pressure?"
Lin Feng gently raised his fist.
No dramatic wind.
No explosive roar.
Just—
A simple forward punch.
Inside the domain—
The air compressed violently.
Yan Kuang's palm shattered mid-strike.
A shockwave blasted him backward across the hall, smashing into a pillar.
Silence.
Complete.
Utter.
Silence.
Lin Feng blinked.
"…Oops?"
XP +120
Reputation Increase: Inner Sect Noticed
Threat Level Rising
Elder Zhao stared at the cracked pillar.
Then at Lin Feng.
His eyes were no longer suspicious.
They were calculating.
And far beyond Iron Spine Sect—
Something far older than sect politics had begun to stir.