Chapter 1016: Nine Destructions Rebirth

Chu Feng was completely disoriented. After sealing himself in the stone box, he decisively plunged into a swirling vortex, entering a profoundly mysterious passage that countless people throughout history had sought to understand and explore, yet knew nothing about.

"I've reincarnated; I'm being reborn!"

He felt somewhat uneasy. Despite his decisiveness moments ago, now that he was on this path, he couldn't shake a sense of trepidation. True reincarnation had begun, but where was he going?

This involved race, parents, and more. He would become a newborn infant, starting everything from scratch. What kind of talent would he possess? Would he be able to stand out on the list of extraordinary geniuses in the Yang Realm?

"Why do I feel that with my current being, I might actually become the offspring of a Great Cosmos-level evolutionist?" Despite his unease, he still thought highly of himself.

If anyone were there, they would surely scoff at his narcissism.

Suddenly, the stone box vibrated violently, emitting dazzling light. After entering the star-sand-shrouded vortex, the box tumbled fiercely, enduring the most terrifying impacts.

This caused Chu Feng inside the box to tumble along, colliding with various creation materials. He grimaced in pain, especially when he struck the walls of the stone box.

Even the inside of the stone box glowed, indicating the immense pressure it was enduring from outside.

At one point, Chu Feng saw the stone box gradually become translucent, like semi-transparent glass, and through it, he vaguely perceived a hazy light outside.

In an instant, the stone box was struck heavily again!

It was as if ten thousand swords were slashing and a thousand spears were piercing. Even inside the stone box, Chu Feng was so shaken that he felt dizzy, and then he exploded, turning into a cluster of blood and soul light fragments.

With a loud cry, he felt his soul being torn apart, his entire body wracked with unbearable pain. Could the stone box not withstand the mysterious energy outside?

He soon realized that the lid of the stone box had been slightly dislodged by the impact, failing to protect him.

"Seal!"

Chu Feng's soul light reformed, and he roared, but no sooner had he sealed the lid than it was struck again by terrifying, colorful beams from outside, loosening once more.

His blood and soul light exploded, becoming a shower of light, as if about to vanish into nothingness, his life imprint threatening to dissipate.

At the critical moment, the roots of the Thirty-Three Heavens Grass touched his blood and soul light shower, bringing him endless vitality. Chu Feng quickly recovered, his true form reappearing.

The Thirty-Three Heavens Grass was astonishing, truly not of this world; its roots were certainly defying heaven. Just a single root fragment instantly revived Chu Feng.

Moreover, a significant amount of it remained.

As soon as Chu Feng recovered, his first action was to secure the lid tightly, ensuring it was properly sealed. However, the external vibrations became even more horrifying, turning everything upside down.

Vaguely, through the increasingly translucent box walls, he saw some external scenes: sharp claws, dark shadows, raging fires—various terrifying sights appeared in a blur.

"Is this the path to reincarnation?" Chu Feng wondered, suspicious. The outside was bizarre and chaotic; could what he vaguely saw be mere illusions, not the true essence?

The stone box tumbled, and the lid was once again shaken open by a sliver. Even he, mighty as a mid-stage God King, could not ensure the lid remained tightly shut.

His hands were shredded, then his body exploded. Even with just a tiny crack in the stone box, he was instantly and terribly killed, his soul light burning away with his blood.

Normally, this would count as dying yet again.

In a single breath, Chu Feng seemed to plunge into eternal darkness. Had he truly died just like that?

Before his last shred of consciousness vanished, he felt utterly despairing. He had embarked on the path of reincarnation, only to face complete annihilation of both body and spirit.

He desperately wanted to understand why this path was so hostile to those with physical bodies. What great secret lay behind it?

This was clearly blocking the path. Anyone daring to traverse it with a physical body would surely be completely annihilated, given no chance whatsoever.

A touch of warmth flowed over, spreading towards Chu Feng's shattered consciousness, nourishing his last drop of blood and nurturing the exploding soul light shower, revitalizing it with vibrant life.

Six Paths Reincarnation Blood!

It was this substance, the blood nurtured by heaven and earth, a legend since ancient times, capable of purifying the bloodlines of supreme talents and even triggering further mutations.

Its value was immeasurable, envied by all powerful figures. Should it appear, the patriarchs of all sects would emerge, slaughtering until rivers ran with blood and corpses piled like mountains.

Now that it was flowing over him, reviving Chu Feng was naturally not a difficult task; this was a heaven-defying substance.

When Chu Feng recovered, his heart bled. This was Six Paths Reincarnation Blood, a single drop of which was almost impossible to find in the world. The small pool he possessed had instantly depleted by a quarter.

"Ah..."

As he cried out, his body was on the verge of disintegrating again. He quickly activated his breathing technique and wielded laws to bind the lid, sealing it shut.

Yet, barely two seconds later, he couldn't endure it. It was as if a massive mountain had crashed down from outside; the stone box shook violently, and he was thrown about, the lid once again coming loose by a sliver.

Indeed, Chu Feng's physical form and divine soul exploded, becoming a tragic mist of blood and flowing light. Bone fragments and remnants of his soul adhered to the walls of the stone box.

A ball of light was burning—immortal fire light, also originating from the ultimate depths of reincarnation, related to the most fundamental substance of the immortal phoenix.

In that fire, Chu Feng's soul light and blood mist sizzled and dissolved, on the verge of complete destruction. But at the last moment, he suddenly reappeared, bursting with vigorous life at the very point of annihilation.

It seemed like an immortal power, stemming from the core of the fire light.

As Chu Feng reappeared, the immortal fire light dimmed, more than half of it gone.

"Are all the things I brought from the land of reincarnation going to be consumed here?" Chu Feng sighed. In this life-or-death predicament, the treasures he had found in the ancient reincarnation cave were continuously being depleted. At this rate, nothing would be left.

Earlier, he had thought that he would triumph by sheer quantity; even if he couldn't obtain a complete Thirty-Three Heavens Grass or a flawless ball of flying immortal light, just taking a bit of various opportunities would be enough, making him no weaker than others, perhaps even superior.

How could he have known that his fate on this journey would be so fraught with peril, repeatedly dying and relying on these heaven-defying substances to prolong his life? It was truly regrettable and terrifying.

"Here it comes again!"

Chu Feng's scalp tingled. Even though he tried his best to seal the stone box, he was still shattered to pieces in the process. This was meant to grind him to death, again and again. The heaven-and-earth creations around him would eventually be depleted.

A savage bull roared, an exotic desolate beast whose primordial power surged, scattering here, turning into flowing light, brimming with endless vitality.

Chu Feng was revived by this primordial power, but the mysterious energy of this exotic desolate beast was largely consumed, fading away.

He wore a bitter expression, having lost yet another creation.

His entire body trembled, covered in runes, as order transformed into divine chains clinging to the lid, desperately resisting, trying to seal it shut.

Vaguely, he saw a sea of flowing light outside, divine radiance surging. A terrifying bird flew, its beak agape, spewing forth intense crimson, like a sea of magma, threatening to swallow the stone box.

"Are those fragments of the Great Dao?" He firmly believed there would be no living beings on this path.

With a hum, the stone box grew even more brilliant, nearing transparency. He saw that the so-called bird's beak was a mass of red mist, engulfing the stone box, attempting to dissolve this ultimate object.

This made him gasp. Even the mighty stone box, which had perhaps witnessed multiple evolutionary histories, was being attacked. Something was trying to destroy it.

Chu Feng disintegrated. After this demise, it took a very long time for him to revive, only when the remaining roots of the Thirty-Three Heavens Grass emitted vitality. It was incredibly difficult.

One could imagine the terror of that red mist.

And so, he journeyed on, jostled and tumbling, repeatedly dying and reviving. During this time, the various essences and heaven-and-earth creation materials he had brought were mostly depleted.

At first, he remembered having been reborn after nine annihilations.

But later, he had been annihilated far more than nine times. Chu Feng went from enduring unbearable pain to eventually becoming numb, completely losing count of how many times he had died.

This was a painful journey, a great tribulation of life.

The disintegration of one's body and soul light even once was a terrifying event. Now, he had endured too much, going from pain to numbness, then back to experiencing something worse than death, like a cycle of suffering.

"Why can't I just stay numb?" He was on the verge of breaking down. Later, his senses became increasingly acute; he couldn't even remain numb or muddled. Time and again, he was shocked awake, truly experiencing the transformation between life and death and the calamities therein.

At some unknown point, he seemed to hear the roar of a tsunami and felt the immense aura of the mundane world. Was he nearing his destination?

Chu Feng awoke with a start. Through the translucent stone box, he saw an endless ocean. Where was he?

Then, as a wave splashed up, the myriad phenomena of the mortal world surged forward. It was as if he had entered a realm, and in an instant, Chu Feng seemed to live a lifetime, experiencing all aspects of the human world.

*Boom!*

Another massive wave crashed, dispersing the previous one. A vast world emerged, filling his vision and echoing in his mind. It was as if he had undergone another reincarnation, walking through that world.

Chu Feng was deeply moved. Reincarnation was indeed terrifying; at this level, there were no minor matters. What was he experiencing? Was he still on the path to rebirth?

A single wave containing a world of mundane life—it was truly terrifying.

Then, he was shocked. The stone box was deforming. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but now he suddenly realized the stone box was different from before—it wasn't a box anymore?!