Chapter 1119: Heaven-reaching Immortal Waterfall

"Meng Po Soup: A bowl of broth that reverses yin and yang, strengthens the foundation and vital soul, cuts shackles, and builds a bridge directly to the end of the misty zone, leading to ultimate enlightenment."

An old woman, ancient and hunched, stood very short, no more than one and a half meters tall. She was emaciated, with dull, dark skin, deep-set eyes, a face covered in wrinkles, purplish-blue lips, and almost no teeth left.

She was hawking her wares, surprisingly, the renowned Meng Po Soup from the mortal realm, famous for nourishing both body and soul.

Nearby stood a stone arch bridge of extremely ancient design. Its structure was quite substantial, even grand, bearing the clear marks of age and having withstood the test of immense time.

The bridge was located not far from the Celestial Waterfall, spanning the water that converged into a river.

Only the old woman was on the bridge, calling out about Meng Po Soup, conducting her business there. Her clothes were ancient, as if she had just emerged from a tomb dating back many epochs.

"This business is still going on!" Inside Chu Feng's sleeve, within the Sky Gold Stone Coffin, Gu Chenhai felt a chill, gasping in surprise.

"It existed in prehistoric times?" Chu Feng asked, finding it quite astonishing.

Gu Chenhai nodded. "Yes, that business existed back then, but it was someone else selling Meng Po Soup, not her."

The two communicated in secret, not worrying about being detected by powerful beings, as Chu Feng kept his hand on the small coffin, preventing his divine sense from spreading too far.

Moreover, this was the location of the Celestial Waterfall, where the senses of all powerful beings were sharply diminished. The special ethereal mist emanating from the majestic golden waterfall weakened their perceptions to an unnervingly drastic degree.

Gu Chenhai was terrified, realizing that some unfathomable organizations from ancient times had somehow survived infinite ages and countless calamities to appear in this era.

He could even tell that the black-glazed bowl in the old woman's hand was the very same one from before, dark and eerie, inscribed with complex and bizarre runes.

"Madam, how much for one bowl?"

A young woman in her twenties, with a pure and delicate appearance, clear eyes, and a flowing moon-white gown that fluttered in the wind, resembling a fairy about to ascend to the heavens, asked.

"One tael of mother gold per bowl of soup," the old woman said, grinning on the bridge, revealing only a couple of remaining teeth.

The elegant young woman sighed, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave. Mother gold was far too rare; it was a strategic material used to forge ultimate weapons, almost impossible to find anywhere in the world.

Anyone who acquired it would melt it down to incorporate into their family's ancestral weapons. Who would be willing to sell it?

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng was speechless. A bowl of Meng Po Soup was so expensive, requiring a tael of mother gold in exchange? He thought it was exorbitant!

"It's still the original price, and it smells the same," Gu Chenhai sighed in wonder. "Prices have soared over the years, but this hasn't changed. What a bargain!" He added that he had even drunk a bowl himself back then.

Chu Feng wanted to scold him. How could he not think this was expensive?

But then he remembered that Gu Chenhai had been protected by a "black-hand" big brother in the past, so a tael of mother gold probably wasn't much to him. With his privileged background and deep resources, Old Gu was definitely a top-tier bachelor back then.

Old Gu fumed, "Kid, now you finally know, don't you? How much mother gold did you rob from me back then? You directly plundered five or six jars of Meng Po Soup!"

Chu Feng genuinely had no concept of how valuable Meng Po Soup was before.

"This stuff strengthens the foundation, nourishes soul light and the physical body, and has no side effects. Its value is naturally astounding!" Old Gu stated.

Chu Feng rubbed his face, making himself look even less like his original self to avoid recognition. In fact, he had already changed his appearance and true form using spatial techniques before coming here.

"Madam, besides mother gold, do you accept other items in exchange? Like, Sky Gold Stones?"

When Old Gu heard Chu Feng's question, he was instantly exasperated. Not long ago, this little bastard, annoyed that Old Gu kept mentioning Qing Shi, had used the Sky-Blood Starry Mother Gold Sword to chop furiously at his stone coffin. Chu Feng had then pocketed the flaking stone fragments for himself, and now he was actually offering them to buy Meng Po Soup.

"Little thief!" Old Gu cursed under his breath, so angry that white smoke seemed to puff from his nose.

"Yes, you can exchange them. One tael of mother gold is equivalent to twelve taels of Sky Gold Stone," the old woman replied with a grin.

Chu Feng always felt as though her wrinkled skin was about to decay and peel off at any moment, which was somewhat frightening.

At the same time, he was greatly surprised that Sky Gold Stone was so valuable. Its exchange rate with mother gold, at ten to one, was beyond his expectation.

Considering this, Old Gu using a Sky Gold Stone Coffin for his own burial was truly extravagant and magnificent, quite remarkable!

"Alright, Madam, I understand. When I have enough money, I'll definitely come back to buy two bowls of Meng Po Soup — drink one and pour out the other, just for the sheer extravagance of it!"

Upon hearing this, Old Gu was furious. He knew that this little thief already had Sky Gold Stones, which he had chopped off Old Gu's coffin with his sword. He would surely come here to buy soup eventually.

The area was vast, and the towering waterfall was incredibly magnificent, cascading down from outside the domain with a terrifying roar, like a golden river of stars pouring endlessly throughout eternity.

Besides the stone arch bridge nearby, there were some crude stone pavilions in the distance, simple stacks of rough stones, looking very primitive.

Many people were bustling about there, from elders to young adults and even teenagers, irrespective of age.

It turned out to be a rudimentary market. In the dilapidated and rough stone pavilions, people displayed items on stone tables for viewing and exchange.

Some even sat on straw mats outside the primitive stone structures, selling unusual items.

Chu Feng's heart stirred, and he walked over. He saw familiar evolvers like Emperor Peng and Fairy Phoenix approaching, followed by Zhong Xiu, Ying Wudi, and others.

Then, Lin Nuoyi also appeared, walking over to browse items, accompanied by two old men constantly guarding her safety.

Although she appeared to be only eleven or twelve, she was already ethereal and transcendent, possessing an ineffable immortal aura, like a celestial fairy descended to the mortal world.

Chu Feng's heart jolted. The girl's demeanor was pure, yet an indistinct heavenly might subtly emanated from her icy skin and jade-like bones, perceptible only to those like him, who had undergone bodily reincarnation!

Chu Feng felt a chill. What had happened to this person, whom he suspected was either Lin Nuoyi or her daughter?

He recalled the figure he had seen in the Ultimate Ancient Hall of Reincarnation: robes fluttering, a peerless grace that could topple cities, and an unmatched, extraordinary spirit.

In that ancient hall, there were imprints of many who had passed through reincarnation, remembered and inscribed by the hall itself.

Even Chu Feng had been forced to leave his mark there, writing down a sentence: "How lonely it is to be invincible."

"She's very similar to the figure from the land of reincarnation. Though still a bit young and immature, her demeanor and aura are practically identical, almost a perfect spiritual resemblance!"

How could Chu Feng not be surprised? Could this truly be the peerlessly graceful woman he had seen in the Reincarnation Hall, born in some unknown era of evolution, countless ages ago, who had traversed reincarnation and now successfully reincarnated once more?!

He speculated that as time passed, the girl would fully manifest the demeanor and heavenly might of the woman from the hall.

"This is extraordinary!" Chu Feng's eyes flickered as he watched her back from a distance, wondering whether this was Lin Nuoyi or her daughter. Given the timeline, it should be the latter.

From afar, the girl's divine senses were incredibly keen. The moment Chu Feng turned sideways, she turned around and glanced in his direction.

Clearly, she had sensed something, realizing that someone was watching her.

He was nearly discovered, which deeply astonished Chu Feng. Such divine perception was astounding; he had already suppressed all his auras, creating no fluctuations, yet she could still sense him?

He believed this wasn't a normal divine sense perception, but rather an instinct.

This was because the ethereal mist emanating from the celestial waterfall in this place suppressed everyone's spiritual senses.

"Oh, she's here too!"

Chu Feng spotted Ying Zhexian. Her figure was graceful, her beauty exquisite, truly captivating. She also exuded a subtle otherworldly aura, like a celestial fairy reincarnated on earth for her transgressions, ethereal and veiled. Her entire being was enveloped in a faint white mist, giving her an unapproachable, detached-from-mortal-affairs demeanor.

Over the years, her appearance remained unchanged, but her temperament had become even more outstanding. As one of the finest "Netherworld Kindred," she had undergone a qualitative transformation after arriving in the mortal realm.

Chu Feng's mind raced with thoughts, wondering how his other old acquaintances who had entered the mortal realm were doing, and if they too had encountered rare opportunities.

Zi Luan, Yuan Mo, Jiang Luoshen, Daoist Prince Jin Lin, Buddhist Monk Shi Hong... so many people, all scattered, their whereabouts unknown.

Chu Feng rubbed his face once more, making himself even more unfamiliar, difficult for even acquaintances to recognize, because some people here simply couldn't be trusted!

"Old Gu, did you see that? Those divine sons and Heavenly Venerate disciples walking by all have protectors, even Divine Kings following and guarding them. Can I appear like this? Can I really rely on just you?"

"Though I'd love to slice you up and study why you're rotten from head to toe, let's keep things separate. Since you promised me some soul flesh, I'll commit my next few years to you. I'll be responsible for fighting bloody battles for you. Even if a Divine King provokes us, I will fight to the death and suppress them!"

Gu Chenhai responded that for the sake of soul flesh, he could put aside any prejudice. Even though Chu Feng had tricked him and was his greatest rival in love, he would not hesitate.

This was simply because his eldest brother had sought this substance unsuccessfully back then. One must know, Li had no rivals in the world and had seen every kind of treasure. He even dared to covet and seize ultimate treasures, yet only soul flesh remained an eternal regret.

He trusted his elder brother's judgment, and therefore, he desired a piece of soul flesh no matter what.

He had some confidence, having evolved rapidly in the Ancestral Tomb of Taiwu, significantly increasing his strength. Although still far from his peak, he was confident he could resist a Divine King, fearless of them!

"Of course, you absolutely must not provoke trouble; at the very least, do not anger the beings within the chaotic vortexes!" Old Gu warned, with considerable apprehension.

Adjacent to the celestial waterfall were several whirlpools resembling abyssal eyes, where chaos swirled, and mysterious, terrifying figures sat cross-legged within them.

Old Gu strongly suspected that Heavenly Venerates, or even mighty experts, were meditating there!

Chu Feng approached the stone pavilions. What kind of junk were they selling? He was somewhat dumbfounded. For instance, a jet-black conch, somewhat damaged, was conspicuously displayed on a stone table.

"Don't walk past, don't miss out! This is a heavenly treasure washed down from the Celestial Waterfall. Once refined into a secret artifact, its power is immeasurable. Back then, someone refined a world-shaking Dharma conch. After blowing it, three major clans were annihilated overnight, astounding the mortal realm!"

The seller was a middle-aged man, earnestly hawking his wares with great confidence, as if he were promoting a treasure capable of suppressing the world.

Next to him, in another rough stone pavilion, an old man looked disdainful. After a glance, he unhurriedly began to introduce his own item.

"See this? This damaged stone pot, though half its spout is missing and it's not complete, has an extraordinary origin. This is a heavenly artifact for refining that emerged from the Celestial Waterfall. It's incomparable to mere shells or driftwood. If repaired, it could potentially become an ultimate item!"

The old man spoke calmly, raising the four-inch-tall stone pot with a solemn expression. "Do you know that in our mortal realm, there was an ultimate supreme treasure, also made of stone? Even though it has vanished with time, its legends, its glory, and its unparalleled destructive power still circulate among ultimate experts. It was said to be a single artifact that shook the mortal realm and suppressed multiple eras!"

Such words were highly appealing to evolvers new to the area, who all stopped to listen. They had indeed heard their sect ancestors comment on certain weapons in evolutionary history, mentioning such an ancient artifact, suspected to be made of stone, but without elaborating.

"Do you know that if not for that ancient artifact dominating the mortal realm during the so-called Immortal Burial Era, we would have failed? It was entirely thanks to it that the Immortal Race was defeated and buried in the dust of history."

Chu Feng was skeptical. Wasn't there a theory that the Immortal Race wasn't necessarily defeated, but merely isolated in another spacetime? It wasn't even certain if the mortal realm had truly won.

The old man said, "You must understand that the unparalleled artifact I just spoke of, the supreme treasure renowned for suppressing the Immortal Race, was washed out from this very Celestial Waterfall. And while the stone pot in my hand is damaged, if it were repaired, who could say it wouldn't be a second peerless treasure?"

Chu Feng was speechless. He tapped the small coffin in his sleeve and asked Old Gu if the artifacts here were reliable.

"In prehistoric times, there were also such salvagers here. Some items truly did wash down from the Celestial Waterfall, but there were also many fakes mixed in, requiring keen eyesight to discern. As for this current era, it's hard to say; I don't know the integrity of people today."

Many people gathered at the old man's stall, and some evolvers picked up the stone pot to examine it. Many frowned, remaining silent.

The item was indeed ancient, and intricate, unfathomable Great Dao symbols were inscribed within, though they were very fragmented and faint.

Chu Feng looked around. Many stalls were crowded with people, including Lin Nuoyi, Emperor Peng, Ying Wudi, Zhong Xiu, and others, all browsing, wanting to make purchases.

"Old Gu, why do I feel that the artifacts here are not simple, and many people genuinely want to buy them?"

"Naturally. If one holds an artifact retrieved from the Celestial Waterfall while cultivating and evolving within the waterfall, their progress will be twice as fast. This is a conclusion reached by ancient sages."

There was such a reason! Chu Feng realized with a start. No wonder this place was so popular; every evolver who came here sought to find suitable items.

Suddenly, noise erupted from a distance, and a large group of evolvers rushed over.

"A mother gold furnace?!"

"Ah, such a thing exists! Regardless of whether it's real or fake, its mere material surpasses everything else here. This item is priceless!"

"My heavens, this is actually Time Mother Gold! This ultimate material is even rarer than other mother golds; it scarcely appears once in many epochs."

Gasps of astonishment rose one after another from nearby, causing a huge sensation.

That stall had only a single straw mat where a middle-aged woman sat cross-legged, her lips tightly sealed, saying nothing, letting the item itself attract attention.

No one had expected such an artifact to appear!

In people's minds, ninety percent of the artifacts here were fake, mostly imitations. Now, someone had brought out a furnace forged from Time Mother Gold; it was truly astonishing.

Even if it were a fake, its material alone was terrifying enough. Not to mention them, even mighty experts would covet it.

Legend had it that Time Mother Gold contained fragments of time and corresponding Great Dao traces. If nurtured with flesh and blood and fused with soul light over many years, one could comprehend the power of time!

Who wouldn't care? This material was too astonishing. Forget forging it into a weapon; even its raw form would make people envious. Ancestors of entire sects would bid for it.

And now, in a place like this, a fist-sized furnace had appeared. How could it not cause a sensation?

"This furnace was salvaged from the Celestial Waterfall," the middle-aged woman stated, speaking only these few words.

The ancient furnace body was wreathed in the power of time. Though rustic in appearance, it exuded an astonishing external halo.

At that moment, the fist-high small furnace rested in Ying Zhexian's hand. She examined it carefully, while others gathered around, waiting for their turn to inspect it.