Chapter 1084: The Greatest Event in the Mortal World

Thinking carefully, these past events are truly terrifying. Imperceptibly, beyond the heavens and amidst the dust of time, an unknown dark curtain seems to be slowly descending, almost to the point of suffocation.

Chu Feng shook his head vigorously. "What's the point of dwelling on such thoughts?" he told himself. These matters were still distant for him. Even if the Yang Realm collapsed and the path of evolution was severed, ultimate powerhouses would bear the brunt; it had nothing to do with him.

Nevertheless, his heart was still filled with various questions and curiosities, but for now, he could only forcibly suppress them. The most pressing matter was to rise to power!

In this vast epoch, upon the boundless primeval land, the death of even a host of Divine Kings would amount to nothing—just a tiny ripple in the grand scheme of things, let alone his own fate.

The myriad beings of this world, generation after generation, are no more than wild grass, withering and flourishing in cycles. Who truly cares?

Indeed, if they were to be noticed, it might even be worse; well-growing wild grass could easily become fodder.

"What are you thinking about?" the Nine Netherworld Fiend asked, seeing him in a daze, and promptly roused him.

"I'm thinking about who I was in primordial times," Chu Feng began. "I'm contemplating my whereabouts at the ultimate end of the long river of time, when oceans turn to dust and lightning fades. I'm concerned whether the most crucial nodes in evolutionary history, and the divergent evolutionary branches, will one day converge in a colossal collision, and if the resulting conflagration will illuminate the terrifying faces watching us from beyond the firmament. I'm..."

"Just shut up!"

The Nine Netherworld Fiend cut him off. If its elder brother had uttered such words, it would naturally have listened with seriousness and earnestness.

But for a mere child, in its estimation, to prattle on about ancient and modern times in such a grandiose manner was simply preposterous.

"One day, I will draw my sword against the sky, tearing through the firmament..."

*Thump, thump, thump!*

As Chu Feng spouted his grandiloquence, his hands were far from idle. He chopped thirteen times in a single breath, securing yet another piece of celestial gold stone.

"You little thief!"

"Don't bother me, last piece!"

As Chu Feng spoke, he threw a message in a bottle into the lake.

He had many questions in his heart, wanting to glimpse a heavenly secret here.

"Damn it, this old man can't take it anymore."

In the end, the stone coffin sprang up with a whoosh and fled immediately, bouncing away from the lakeside.

It truly could not bear to stay there any longer; its lid was being chopped repeatedly—who could endure that?

"Old Nine, the last piece!" Chu Feng called out from behind, gazing reluctantly at the message in a bottle floating in the lake.

Upon hearing his shout, the stone coffin "stretched its legs" and fled even faster. After breaking free from the donkey cart, it stood upright, darting and bouncing, unwilling to tarry for even a moment!

"Old Nine, were you a rabbit spirit in your past life?" Chu Feng caught up.

Just then, a young maiden, her robes fluttering, approached with light steps and extended an invitation to Chu Feng.

"Young Master Ji, my lady requests your presence."

To be addressed as "Young Master" at such a tender age left Chu Feng speechless, yet he saw no need to argue or correct it.

"Who is your lady?" Chu Feng asked. The maiden had bright eyes and pearly white teeth, her beauty quite remarkable, truly a rare gem. She also possessed considerable spiritual essence. Yet, she was merely a maidservant?

"My lady is known as the Phoenix Immortal," the maiden replied with a smile, her fair face radiating youthful vitality and a touch of pride.

Hearing this, Chu Feng couldn't help but look at his pulling mount.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." The donkey spirit brayed, mimicking the call of an immortal bird.

The maiden's face immediately darkened. Not long ago, when the donkey cart had crashed into the cosmic battleship, this Ji Dade had referred to the donkey as a phoenix. It was truly... an affront to one's senses!

"Shut up!" Chu Feng reprimanded the donkey spirit. With his hands behind his back, he said, "From now on, you're the Golden-Winged Great Peng!"

The donkey spirit looked wronged, but being clever, it cooperatively shut its mouth for now.

Chu Feng gave the maiden a toothy smile to show goodwill.

The maiden's expression stiffened. "Young Master," she advised, "if you attend the gathering later, it would be best not to mention the name Golden-Winged Great Peng."

"There wouldn't happen to be a strong expert from the Peng clan, would there?" Chu Feng asked. He had already gathered the maiden's purpose: a gathering of Heavenly Venerate disciples, all monstrous talents, was taking place in the distance, and someone wished to invite him to meet them.

"Yes, the Peng Emperor has arrived," the maiden kindly reminded him. "To avoid inadvertently offending anyone, Young Master, please be careful with your words."

To be addressed as the Peng Emperor—how formidable must such a person be? Chu Feng was surprised. Naturally, he wouldn't make enemies for no reason, and he readily complied with the advice.

Chu Feng called over the Nine Netherworld Fiend and drove the donkey cart towards the gathering, for he now understood that this was an assembly of exceptionally distinguished and talented powerhouses.

He was afraid someone might trip him up or play a dirty trick.

"Tell me, what heinous deeds have you committed?" the Nine Netherworld Fiend remarked. "You're so afraid someone might make a move against you, even in a safe place like the Gray Transaction Zone. It's clear you've deeply offended people."

The Nine Netherworld Fiend gloated, but it did not simply stand by. It decided to follow along and, at the same time, offered Chu Feng a suggestion: he could notify the guardians of the transaction zone in advance.

Even if this place was extremely safe, an unexpected encounter with a desperate adversary could lead to an accident and a fight.

Therefore, a special service was available here: exclusive protection. This was typically reserved for notorious great devils, those who had offended so many that they couldn't find peace even in such a relatively safe location.

Chu Feng immediately called out to a guardian and inquired. The service was free, but for more comprehensive protection, it was advisable to offer a reward.

Without a word, Chu Feng verbally promised to pay two pieces of celestial gold stone before his departure.

The Nine Netherworld Fiend instantly felt utterly disgusted. It swore it would never utter another word in this place!

Ahead, sturdy and tall red rock pines stood one after another, their foliage ablaze with fiery red. The ground, carpeted with soft pine needles, made for a pleasant walk.

When Chu Feng arrived, he heard a flute playing from afar. The gentle melody cleansed the soul, bringing relaxation, as if purifying the listener.

The further he walked, the sparser the red rock pines became, with wide spaces between the trees. More clusters of green light appeared, revealing spirit grasses and exotic trees, while clear springs trickled and gurgled through the pine forest.

A group of people were gathered here, each possessing an exceptional temperament. Any single individual among them, if placed in a crowd, would stand out as remarkably transcendent and distinct.

Among them were some acquaintances of Chu Feng, such as Miao Tian and Miao Yu, the young man and woman whose battleship had been shattered by the donkey cart, as well as Gou Wa, Little Crow, and others.

While these individuals were certainly extraordinary, due to limitations such as their age, they could only occupy the humblest seats and were by no means the central figures of this gathering.

On a meditation cushion, a man in white robes was playing a flute. The soul-cleansing music emanated from him, and around him, white mist billowed, presenting a myriad of wondrous phenomena.

Within the flute music, runes flickered as if narrating a Daoist scripture. A chaotic pool emerged, from which one ferocious beast and exotic bird after another leaped forth.

Chu Feng was astonished. What was this? A flute melody manifesting a chaotic pool?

Observing closely, he surmised it was merely an illusion, not real, but it was startling nonetheless due to its uncanny realism.

What was particularly striking was that those fierce beasts and exotic birds, one after another, were all at the divine level, some even of exotic, wild species. They were all incredibly lifelike and terrifyingly powerful.

"I can't believe it," someone marveled. "Young Master Bai Yu possesses such profound fortune. Could he have obtained a portion of the legendary scripture? Is this the Chaotic Tribulation Crossing Melody?"

Someone exclaimed in admiration.

Although Chu Feng had just arrived, he understood the implications and was immediately astonished.

"You jest," Bai Yu replied. "The Chaotic Tribulation Crossing Melody is the third-ranked wondrous art in the Yang Realm, and its scriptures have long been lost. What I have gathered are merely scattered fragments circulating in the world, suitable only as a pleasant musical piece for leisure. The true Tribulation Crossing Melody is of earth-shattering power, unparalleled throughout history; how could I possibly possess it?"

Bai Yu sighed lightly. He was very refined, and setting down his jade flute, he shook his head. "Even if the Chaotic Tribulation Crossing Melody were to reappear before us," he added, "how many would dare to play it? Even Heavenly Venerates have perished by it."

These words naturally stirred Chu Feng. What kind of melody was this, for the third-ranked wondrous art in the Yang Realm to be so formidable?

"Alas," someone lamented with deep regret, "the strongest wondrous arts in history have all been lost, taken into their graves by ultimate powerhouses."

"I hear the eleventh-ranked Seven Treasures Wondrous Art has been completed," someone else interjected. "Is that true?"

At once, many people looked toward a blond young man seated quietly in the gathering. He was not tall but exuded an inexplicable majesty; his pupils were like blazing suns, causing one's soul to tremble with every glance.

Faintly, in the void around him, runes intertwined and transformed into golden feathers, like a divine halo enveloping him.

He was the Peng Emperor, whose status among this group was paramount; many eyes turned to him.

A being who dared to use such a title naturally possessed terrifying aspects.

"Peng Emperor, your fiancée is a renowned beauty of the Immortal Banished Clan," Bai Yu asked. "Surely you would know best?"

In the Yang Realm, the Immortal Banished Clan was also known as the Sub-Immortal Clan.

Everyone knew that the Peng Emperor’s strength was absolute; in recent years, he had already become a Divine King-level evolutionist and one of the most powerful Divine Kings in the Yang Realm, truly unstoppable and having already risen to prominence!

It was rumored that when the Divine King ranking list was updated again, he might be among the top ten most powerful Divine Kings.

It was precisely for this reason that the Immortal Banished Clan held him in high esteem, willing to betroth their noble daughter to him, to form a Dao companion bond in the future.

The Peng Emperor spoke, saying, "Indeed. This is no secret. After recovering some scriptures from the Lesser Netherworld, the Immortal Banished Clan has completed the Seven Treasures Wondrous Art."

People were stirred; the complete Seven Treasures Wondrous Art reappearing in the Yang Realm was truly... a momentous event!

Previously, the outside world had claimed this scripture was not lost, but a few informed evolutionists knew it had long been flawed and incomplete. Now, it had astonishingly been completely restored.

"Young Master Ji has arrived." As the crowd fell silent for a moment, the Phoenix Immortal's maidservant spoke, leading Chu Feng to the spot.

In fact, many people had already noticed this side.

For a moment, everyone shifted their gaze, focusing on Chu Feng.

"Young Master Ji has pure eyes and excellent fundamental bone structure; he is clearly a prominent figure in the making," someone remarked with a smile, standing to greet him.

Chu Feng was surprised; he had expected to be tripped up or ambushed, not met with such harmony.

Several individuals rose in succession, showing no contempt for his youth or lower evolutionary stage, as Heavenly Venerate disciples valued future potential above all else.

Chu Feng returned each greeting. This was the first grand gathering he had attended since arriving in the Yang Realm, and all attendees were disciples from Heavenly Venerate lineages!

Of course, unfriendly gazes were also present, from individuals such as the successor of the Taiwu lineage, Miao Tian, and Miao Yu; even Little Crow was pouting.

The Peng Emperor sat cross-legged, nodding to Chu Feng. His vibrant, ocean-like vital energy was fully contained, as he profoundly suppressed himself, exuding authority without the need for anger.

"What a coincidence this is," someone remarked. "Several heaven-defying figures of our generation are currently in Wuzhou, and the Tenth Divine King of the world will also arrive here shortly."

"Are you referring to Divine King Li Jiuxiao?!" Someone exclaimed in surprise, feeling deeply unexpected.

"Who?" After Chu Feng heard this name, he nearly stood up and ran.

Several years ago, when he was still Lei Zhenzi, in the mountains, a rain shower that soaked an entire season had also drenched Li Jiuxiao...

"Hmm, I estimate Divine King Ji Caixuan is also here, just nearby!" someone chuckled. Everyone knew that the Li family's heaven-defying Divine King was relentlessly pursuing the noble daughter of the Ji family.