Chapter 1067: Qingzhou

Chu Feng was humming a tune, in high spirits, as he rode along the bumpy mountain road. He was finally stepping onto the vaster lands of the Yang Realm, full of anticipation for the grand adventures that awaited him.

"Please, master, have mercy!" As Chu Feng hummed his tune, the magnificent donkey pulling the cart couldn't bear it any longer. It galloped frantically, begging for mercy.

"The song mentions a little donkey, are you feeling shy?" Chu Feng chuckled.

"No, please, just stop poisoning my ears," the donkey spirit grumbled.

"You, a donkey, dare to dislike my magnetic, heavenly voice? You lack any appreciation for the peaceful serenity of the red cart, and you're devoid of noble sentiments. You are truly a vulgar donkey!"

Hearing Chu Feng's shameless rambling, the Nine Nether Fiend also couldn't stand him. "Ji Dade," it pleaded, "for the sake of virtue, please stop singing. I'm embarrassed just traveling with you. If I happen to run into any old acquaintances, where would I put my face?"

Along the way, Chu Feng had used teleportation formations several times, but he also spent long periods traveling by cart, wanting to experience the local customs and landscapes.

Half a month passed, and he still hadn't left Yu Province, even with constant void traversal.

Normally, an ordinary evolver would never leave a single province in their lifetime, even if they traveled by cart constantly, highlighting the vastness of the Yang Realm.

"I'm about to leave the borderlands," Chu Feng mused. "I never really experienced the tribal culture before, so I'm enjoying it on the road."

Suddenly, he saw smoke rising in the distance, emanating a palpable aura of violence. Driving his cart up a high slope, he discovered a tribe being massacred by a group of bandits. The scene was brutal and bloody.

"What beasts, they don't even spare the children!"

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered such an incident. Tribal life was truly difficult; they not only had to contend with fierce beasts but also faced frequent massacres.

"Donkey, what are you waiting for? Charge and kill them!" Chu Feng commanded.

The border regions were mostly inhabited by barbarian tribes who worshipped savage gods. Some tribes used large amounts of human blood for sacrifices. These bandits specifically raided villages to collect blood.

Relatively speaking, the Ji clan's tribe was quite peaceful and hadn't encountered such atrocities. However, in more remote areas, lacking the protection of large tribal alliances, such tragedies were not uncommon.

"Daddy!" A girl, around fourteen or fifteen, screamed hysterically in the village. She watched as a man riding a black panther swept past, cleaving her father's head off with a single strike, sending it flying diagonally amidst a spray of blood.

Then, a spatial gourd on the black panther rider's belt glowed, absorbing the blood.

This was just one horrifying scene in the village. Some elderly, white-haired villagers were also decapitated, their heads rolling, a truly miserable sight.

Battle cries echoed through the small tribe. Although its people resisted fiercely, they were no match for these brutal criminals.

With a whoosh, the black panther rider's gleaming long saber swept towards the girl. "Sister!" a terrified young child shrieked.

The donkey spirit, pulling the cart, charged forward frantically, kicking the long saber away with a hoof, sending sparks flying.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere with our business?"

"Old Nine, ram them!" Chu Feng ordered the Nine Nether Fiend to act.

The donkey spirit, pulling the cart, charged wildly, immediately enraging some of the bandits. Many rushed forward with their blood-stained weapons.

"Thump!" "Bang!" The donkey cart, with the stone coffin as its base, moved with an overwhelming force, crashing and sweeping through the area. Some of these bandits were indeed powerful, even reaching the Golden Body level, but they were all utterly miserable, their bones broken and tendons torn.

If Chu Feng hadn't sealed the stone coffin with the special soil from the ultimate Reincarnation Land, these people would have been drained of their blood. Even so, they suffered heavy losses.

In a short time, about eighty percent of the nearly one hundred bandits were wiped out.

"Run! This cart is strange! Let's get out of here!"

"Damn it, it's a hearse!" When Chu Feng heard their furious shouts, he was taken aback. His ride truly was... a hearse.

He was speechless. This was a classic "hearse drift," crashing into everything.

"Chase them down! Eliminate evil for the people, and leave no villain behind!"

Chu Feng pursued them, his "hearse" constantly "drifting" to block the fleeing criminals.

He sighed, not returning to the small tribe. He had done all he could.

This was just a minor interlude on his journey, and Chu Feng continued on his way.

However, his pace remained unhurried; he was not in a rush to go far.

He was contemplating something. "Second Brother," he said, "I've sealed the stone coffin with that special soil, but what if I run into a tough opponent? If I can't release you in time to use you like a sky-overturning seal, won't I be crippling myself? Do you have any solutions?"

The Nine Nether Fiend heard this and was furious.

It was sealed, and despite all the crashing around just now, it hadn't absorbed a single drop of blood. It was being used as a sky-overturning seal and now was expected to help brainstorm solutions. This was outrageous!

"Second Brother, are you asleep? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I don't want to talk to you!"

Chu Feng said, "Hmm, I'll have to come up with something myself. Perhaps I could refine the Reincarnation Soil into a suit of armor that I could wear, thus freeing up the stone coffin."

The Nine Nether Fiend immediately changed its tune. "Excellent idea! That's brilliant!" It flattered him with all its might.

However, reality was disheartening. Chu Feng tried various types of flames, but none were effective; the Reincarnation Soil simply wouldn't melt. It seemed impossible.

The Nine Nether Fiend offered a suggestion: "Go to the Yang River. Besides the Yang Springs, that great river also contains special flames that might be able to melt this soil."

The Yang River, originating from a stone mountain in the Yang Realm, flowed through several provinces, brimming with immense Yang energy. Furthermore, Yang Springs occasionally appeared in the river, making all evolvers envious.

These Yang Springs were also known as Meng Po's Soup.

Subsequently, Chu Feng immediately began setting up teleportation formations, no longer lingering to appreciate the local customs and scenery, as he had learned most of what he wanted to know.

He left the cosmos and entered the territory of Dongsheng Divine Continent.

And he arrived at the bank of a great river, steaming with heat and blindingly bright.

The Yang River contained Meng Po's Soup, and evolvers guarded it year-round. However, the river was simply too long, spanning several provinces, making it impossible for any single family to blockade the entire waterway.

Chu Feng chose a quiet spot and gazed at the great river, constantly marveling at it.

It was a luminous river, radiating intense light, its Yang energy surging and roaring as it seemed to rush towards the heavens. The sight was truly magnificent.

"Oh?!" Half a month later, Chu Feng spotted a hazy flame on the riverbank, shimmering with vibrant colors. His heart skipped a beat, almost mistaking it for the Reincarnation Fire of Purgatory.

"There's Meng Po's Soup in the water, and fire, yet it carries dense Yang energy. How peculiar," Chu Feng mused.

He quickly prepared, seizing the opportunity to use this special flame to burn the unique soil.

Finally, Chu Feng took out the dragon scale armor he had obtained from the dragon's lair, preparing to fuse it with the Reincarnation Soil. This would provide robust defense and protect against the threat of the Nine Nether Fiend.

The flames danced, and in the end, Chu Feng truly succeeded in refining it. Some holes in the damaged dragon scale armor were now filled with the soil.

Once the Reincarnation Soil was melted and refined, it resembled ceramics or crystalline metal flakes. Upon completion, its appearance was quite impressive.

Chu Feng made various calculations. The dragon scale armor became extraordinary after being covered with that special, glistening substance.

After rigorous deduction and careful estimation, he concluded that even with many parts of his body exposed, wearing this armor would protect him from the Nine Nether Fiend within the stone coffin.

The fiend's most terrifying abilities were now blood absorption and soul light absorption; other secret techniques were difficult to execute through the coffin.

After putting on the armor, he carefully experienced its effect, which was excellent. During this time, the Nine Nether Fiend attempted a sneak attack, but it was completely ineffective, leaving the fiend frustrated and disappointed.

Chu Feng studied a map, carefully locating Qing Province on a beast-skin scroll. This was the province where Grand Martial Heavenly Venerable resided, and his domain and legacy were located there.

"The Great Dream Pure Land ruins are also in Qing Province."

That same day, Chu Feng constructed a large-scale teleportation formation. Despite the distance of several provinces, he arrived in Qing Province immediately, ready to explore.

"Old Nine, do you know about the Great Dream Pure Land, that evolver sect?" Chu Feng asked, standing on a high mountain in Qing Province and gazing into the distance.

In the mountains ahead lay a vast city, bustling with worldly energy and immense prosperity. It was the first time he had seen such a thriving metropolis since arriving in the Yang Realm.

The Nine Nether Fiend replied, "How could I not know? The Great Dream Pure Land, in the prehistoric era, was one of the top ten great orthodoxies, extremely prosperous."

Hearing this, Chu Feng sighed, "Even the greatest legacies have a day when they come to an end. Who knows how many years it's been since the Great Dream Pure Land was destroyed? It's almost forgotten."

Then, with a wave of his hand, he decided to head towards the Great Dream Pure Land ruins.

"Old Nine, lead the way!"

Even within Qing Province, he still needed to use teleportation formations, primarily because the province itself was enormous.

Two days later, Chu Feng arrived at a barren wasteland in Qing Province, where not a blade of grass grew. It clearly wasn't a habitable place.

This was an important place that Chu Feng had pondered over and greatly anticipated after leaving the borderlands.

"Great Dream Pure Land, I've arrived." Looking at this desolate, lifeless, and utterly flattened wasteland, even the Nine Nether Fiend fell silent.

This was once one of the most powerful evolver sects during its era, capable of almost commanding the entire world during its most brilliant and glorious period.

Chu Feng came here hoping to find the complete chapters of the Great Dream Breathing Technique. He wanted to search and try his luck, to see if he could discover why this orthodoxy was able to brew True Dragon Liquid in the past.

Furthermore, by coming to Grand Martial's territory in Qing Province, he also wanted an opportunity to observe his great enemy's orthodoxy, to understand it better. If a special chance arose to strike and cause Grand Martial pain, that would be even better; he would show no mercy.