Chapter 1241: Old Friends Gather

Everyone wanted to win; no one would give up.

Boom!

On the God King battlefield, Mi Hong entered the fray. The battle was incredibly bloody and brutal. Even with the indestructible body of the Six-Eared Macaque, a physique forged by the Heavenly Furnace, his golden fur was now dull, and blood flowed freely.

He was forced to revert to his ancestral form, yet he was still injured. He encountered a formidable opponent—the Time Rat. The two became entangled in a fierce, evenly matched fight, astonishing all observers who instinctively held their breath and watched intently.

No one had expected a creature like the Time Rat to appear! Rodents are typically weak, but this low-level creature, having undergone an accidental mutation, possessed nearly invincible inherent divine abilities.

It had inadvertently swallowed a wisp of time essence in a prehistoric cave, enabling it to manipulate faint threads of time energy. This was terrifying; it could easily claim the lives of powerful individuals. When time itself was involved, every evolve had to blanch and would find themselves in great trouble.

Fortunately, Mi Hong possessed extraordinary divine prowess. All six of his ears moved in unison, pushing his hearing to the absolute limit, allowing him to perceive his opponent's innermost thoughts. At this level, it was akin to telepathy, enabling him to anticipate the enemy and seize the initiative. Thus, he evaded several instances of time-based attacks, including one time-freezing technique, effectively escaping certain death.

Otherwise, within such a time domain, everything would come to a halt. Even if one possessed unparalleled divine bearing, once trapped and without a secret method to break free, they could only watch helplessly as they were instantly slain, utterly unable to move.

After unleashing such a devastating killer move, the Time Rat was instantly greatly weakened. Failing to injure its opponent, it became incredibly passive and could no longer utilize time energy. Finally, Mi Hong landed a punch on the Time Rat, eliciting a sharp shriek as it was sent flying, losing its combat capability.

Mi Hong himself was also heavily scarred, with torn flesh and flowing blood. This was a difficult battle, and his victory was hard-won. However, no one mocked him; many cheered, showing him respect.

Regardless of who it was, encountering a time-based creature would send a chill down their spine. Such beings were exceptionally rare, yet the laws they controlled were almost invincible. Only truly prodigious evolevers could overcome them.

At this moment, even those from opposing factions on the battlefield had nothing to say, showing respect for Mi Hong; some even cheered, signifying their approval.

Mi Hong's normal form was human, but now he had transformed into his ancestral body, his entire being pulsating with golden light, his fur gleaming, and the divine king's vital energy circulating, making him incredibly powerful.

Dong, dong, dong…

Drums thundered across the heavens as the duels continued.

Too many people had arrived at the battlefield. The three major factions boasted countless experts, all powerful individuals from various races. In this area, clouds and mist churned, and figures were densely packed, filling the battlefield with masters from every race.

Towering flags, as tall as the sky, flapped vigorously, standing between heaven and earth. Their surfaces seemed to connect with the clouds, surging with a tumultuous sound as they swayed, distorting the sky.

For two days, this once-forbidden zone had become a battleground for decisive combat, boundless in its terror, as if countless heavenly soldiers and generals had descended here, converging on the battlefield.

In the direction of the Southern Zhanzhou faction, a demonic-looking man won a match, radiating awe-inspiring power. He was an expert from the Demi-Immortal Race. Many elites from the Demi-Immortal Race had arrived in this faction. At this moment, Ying Wudi was extremely agitated, his blood boiling, wishing he could also enter the arena.

Beside him stood two silver-haired women of unparalleled grace, like celestial maidens descended to the mortal world. One was Ying Zhexian, elegant and otherworldly, serene as a moon fairy. The other was the silver-haired young girl, Ying Xiaoxiao, whom Chu Feng had not seen for a long time. She had grown up, her eyes bright and lively, as she searched for something.

She used to be very lively, but now she was somewhat quiet, even carrying a hint of melancholy. "So many years have passed," she murmured, "will that person ever appear again?"

Beside her, her brother Ying Wudi's body trembled upon hearing her words. Naturally, he thought of everything from the Lesser Yin Realm. Though now in a foreign land, he had grown accustomed to it, recognizing it as their place of rise. Yet, some people and some things could never be entirely forgotten.

Chu Feng, the human trafficker, that great devil of yesteryear—how was he now? Even Ying Wudi wondered if their old acquaintance from the Lesser Yin Realm was well and if there would be a chance to meet him again.

Ying Zhexian, with her beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall, her face calm, simply nodded. In a moment of recollection, she, too, thought of many things. She whispered, "This is the Yang Realm; there are too many powerful individuals. Even if he... can safely make it here, he'll likely struggle to maintain the same stature he had in the Lesser Yin Realm. To survive in the Yang Realm, one must first learn restraint. There are simply too many prodigies here; even the former elites of the Lesser Yin Realm would be greatly overshadowed."

"All the heroes of the world are here!" Ying Wudi declared, utterly absorbed as he stared intently at the battlefield, wishing he could participate. His hair danced, and his eyes burned with fervor. "If one's strength is great enough, they can become famous in a single battle, known throughout the world!"

With so many people gathered at the three battlefields, it was no surprise that some of Chu Feng's old acquaintances began to appear!

In the direction of Western Hezhou, a very refined young man, dressed in a moon-white long gown, gracefully fanned himself with a folding fan. He was quietly chanting, in a voice only he could hear: "In the Peach Blossom Village, a Peach Blossom Temple... under the Peach Blossom Temple, a Peach Blossom Immortal... I am a generation's romantic scholar, my name is Lu Bohu."

If Dong Dahu were here, he would surely be jealous and try to fight him to the death! Moreover, in the same faction, there was also a young woman, exquisitely pure and exceptionally cold and striking, whose appearance was almost identical to that of Lin Nuoyi in the past.

Further away, in an area not belonging to any faction, a large group from an underground dark organization also arrived. An old bull, transformed into human form, sported a slicked-back hairstyle, large sunglasses, and a carrot-thick cigar in his mouth, puffing out smoke. His physique was enormous, easily one or two zhang tall. Perched on his neck was a young brute bull, almost identical in style—also with slicked-back hair, a cigar, and sunglasses—though he was just a youth and looked quite immature.

The experts from this underground force all knew that the old bull's look was styled by his son. This group originated from the organization left behind by Old Gu years ago, and now they had come here with a batch of dark hunters who operated in the gray areas, also seeking an opportunity to enter the secret realm.

Further still, a woman of captivating grace and bright, intelligent eyes was scanning the battlefield, searching for something. She held an umbrella to shield herself from the blazing sun. It must be said, she was incredibly beautiful, like white snow reflecting the morning glow, or autumn waters encircling moonlight—her temperament exceptional, truly like an elf.

"Miss, we have observed the battle for a long time, and none of the seed-level experts here match the description of the person you seek," someone reported. This was a direct descendant of the Zhou clan; every expression and smile of the woman was captivating, and she was protected by many experts nearby.

If Chu Feng were to appear on the battlefield and activate his Fiery Golden Eyes, he would surely recognize her true identity: none other than the young girl Xi, who had accidentally strayed into the Lesser Yin Realm years ago. The Zhou family had existed since ancient times, ranking sixth in the Yang Realm, enduring from prehistoric times to the present—an immortal family.

"So many years, and still no news of him. Has he not come yet? Is he well?" She gazed at the battlefield, a wave of disappointment washing over her.

"Miss, who exactly are you looking for?" a powerful individual behind her quietly asked. "I'm looking for a devil, a brazen and wicked villain," Zhou Xi replied.

Beside her, several experts immediately gaped, unsure what to say, especially the two elders whose faces darkened. They desperately wanted to ask, "You are the young lady of the Zhou family, a jewel attracting attention from all sides. Can you truly say such things? The person you're looking for is a devil, a scoundrel?!"

"The Yin and Yang Realms are separated like this; can he truly not cross over?" Young Lady Xi murmured, disregarding their reactions. Though she had some faith in Chu Feng, believing he was alive and that they would meet again, she couldn't be certain when that reunion would occur. The Yin and Yang Realms were divided by a chasm, an unbridgeable gap.

Dong, dong, dong…

On the battlefield, drums thundered to the heavens, and the fighting raged fiercely! All who could enter the arena were prodigious talents, seed-level experts engaged in deadly combat. This was an opportunity to rise, to become known throughout the world in a single battle, and to acquire heavenly fortunes and reap the creation materials of the secret realm! On the battlefield, flags fluttered wildly, and cultivators, boundless in number, gathered here, participating in a monumental gambling duel.