Chapter 1291: Yang World Turmoil

Chu Feng wanted to shout, "Wait for me!" but he could only open his mouth and immediately close it again. This was because Number Nine had already vanished, rushing heedlessly towards the First Mountain as if his rear was on fire, filled with agitation.

Chu Feng was speechless. Standing on the battlefield, his situation was precarious and deeply concerning, potentially very dangerous. Number Nine had taken many advantages here and then bolted, leaving Chu Feng behind. Was this supposed to be a reckoning?

Although Number Nine had displayed a supremely demonic side, like a peerless demon lord, there was a group of people who had been pushed to their limits and were seething with anger. For instance, if individuals like God King Chifeng of the Nine-Headed Bird clan, the Twelve-Winged Silver Dragon Ancestor, or Celestial Venerable Chixu were to go all out, red-eyed and desperate to kill him, it would be incredibly difficult for him to survive.

However, no one was paying attention to him yet, and no one was settling scores with him.

Across the vast battlefield, golden lotuses bloomed everywhere, emanating a rich fragrance. Great Dao runes burst forth, enveloping the void and sheltering the entire battlefield beneath them. The Overlord of Yongzhou made his move, his Dao patterns obscuring the sky and sun! A Chaotic Mace severed the firmament, lying horizontally above to block the One-Legged Bronze Man's Pike, engaging it in a direct, forceful confrontation.

At this crucial moment, the Overlord of Yongzhou intervened. This ruler, who once commanded one-twentieth of the vast territory of the Yang Realm, had truly emerged and now reigned supreme. Outside the firmament, the One-Legged Bronze Man's Pike erupted with boundless light, violently colliding with the Chaotic Mace. It was as if tens of thousands of demon lords were chanting scriptures and countless Buddhas were singing their chants. The scene was so terrifying that heaven and earth seemed to revert to the primordial chaos of creation, a state of surging, raw energy.

This was the Martial Maniac, mighty and overbearing. He could have easily avoided this confrontation by simply withdrawing his attacks from the three battlefields. Yet, he acted as he pleased, still delivering such a blow, as if wishing to sink the Fourth Forbidden Zone and annihilate all living beings within it. Some speculated among the famous mountains and great rivers that the Martial Maniac was trying to gauge the true strength of the Overlord of Yongzhou.

However, the Overlord of Yongzhou did not physically appear; only a golden mace blocked the One-Legged Bronze Man's Pike. Such a world-shaking strike was sufficient; there was no longer any need to question the true cultivation and unfathomable strength of that formidable figure overseeing Yongzhou. Nevertheless, the Martial Maniac sneered, unconcerned and dismissive. He was arrogant, believing himself to be unrivaled across heaven and earth.

At this moment, he ceased his attack. With a flash, a wisp of his spiritual will, attached to the One-Legged Bronze Man's Pike, reformed into a human shape and headed towards the First Mountain. The First Mountain of the Yang Realm faced a great catastrophe today and might be completely cleansed by blood. He intended to go and witness it.

The three battlefields fell completely silent. The golden mace traversed the sky and then departed into the distance, with no other figure descending. On the ground, the Great Dao golden lotuses gradually vanished, and after their roaring, the various runes were etched into the void, disappearing from sight. People felt a sense of relief, as if surviving a great calamity. The Martial Maniac was too overbearing, having attempted to strike and sink this place multiple times. Had he not been successively thwarted, the resulting devastation would have been unimaginable.

At this moment, Celestial Venerable Haoyuan was greatly excited, watching the Chaotic Mace disappear into the distance. He was confident that his grand-ancestor could indeed withstand the Martial Maniac and become one of the supreme powers of the Yang Realm! In fact, others were also evaluating just how powerful the Overlord of Yongzhou truly was. Back then, he was already an incredibly formidable evolutionist, far removed from the prehistoric eras, and was heralded as the strongest of the post-ancient times! Had it not been for an unexpected and unimaginable lightning strike, he would not have vanished for so long and might have already advanced to a much stronger path.

A powerful being capable of dominating the world could not possibly appear so abruptly; their growth trajectory should not have been obscure. Yet, no one in the entire Yang Realm had ever uncovered his true origins. Some suspected that he was, in fact, a prehistoric being, one of those mythical creatures from ancient legends. Otherwise, how could he be so powerful? The rise of any powerful individual should have a discernible trajectory, yet the Overlord of Yongzhou seemed to have suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance at a certain point in time.

Those from the Yongzhou faction were naturally overjoyed and inwardly thrilled. Meanwhile, the evolutionists from Southern Zhanzhou and Western Hezhou had mixed feelings. The Overlord of Yongzhou had appeared to rescue them, but not their own faction's overlord. Did this imply they were falling behind, having lost the initial advantage?

In this era, the Great Dao's manifestations had emerged, their three primary components transforming into the Chaotic Mace, the Myriad Calamity Mirror, and the Reincarnation Lamp, all suspended above heaven and earth in an unfathomable realm. It was theorized that when these three artifacts united, someone would take the step of ultimate evolution, reaching the pinnacle that all powerful beings yearned for. Ultimate evolution meant truly achieving the grand unification of the Yang Realm. By harnessing this great momentum and merging with heaven and earth, all fragments of the Yang Realm's Great Dao would fuse into one, combining with the self to forge a supremely perfect and invincible body.

Since the appearance of the three artifacts, the three overlords had been striving to acquire them, each hoping to be the first to fuse with one, and then proceed to confront the other two. Now, the Overlord of Yongzhou had not only successfully fused with one artifact but had also fully mastered it. He had emerged from seclusion and was capable of engaging in combat at will. Did this signify that he had already emerged victorious in this competition ahead of time? The evolutionists from Zhanzhou and Hezhou were silent. Although they had been saved, they also felt a sense of disappointment, suspecting that the other two overlords had likely fallen behind.

For a moment, the battlefield was utterly silent. However, the old monsters in the famous mountains and great rivers were no longer calm; they were watching the First Mountain and also fixating on the vanished Chaotic Mace. Their hearts were heavy as they sensed that the rise of the Overlord of Yongzhou was now unstoppable and that his momentum was firmly established. He might truly unify the Yang Realm and take that formidable step.

Of course, not everyone was concerned about this, such as the Martial Maniac or the mythical beings who had awakened from their slumber! The path they pursued was not this one; they did not need to rely on the general trend of heaven and earth. Instead, they forged ahead against the current, refusing to merge with the so-called fragments of the Yang Realm's Great Dao. There were many paths, and each being was striving to cross. Some could even embark on nine different paths, yet each time, they would withdraw their foot at the last moment, seeking the Dao that best suited them. Merging all fragments of the Yang Realm's Great Dao, unifying the Greater Yang Realm, and reigning supreme—this was the King's Path. Once successful, it would be absolutely terrifying, capable of sweeping aside all enemies. But ultimately, this was only the Overlord of Yongzhou's Dao. Not everyone pursued this path, nor did they envy it. Some believed there were even more invincible paths and supreme evolution methods that were better suited to them.

As people on the battlefield harbored various thoughts and their emotions fluctuated, Chu Feng prepared to leave, intending to flee all the way. However, to his surprise, although the Great Dao golden lotuses on the entire battlefield had vanished, leaving only a lingering fragrance, the land itself remained bound. His attempt to subtly use the domain to escape failed. Furthermore, when he took out a Heaven Escape Talisman, intending to burn it, residual traces of the Great Dao golden lotuses interfered. Chu Feng decisively put it away, his expression solemn, not daring to use it. With a serious demeanor, he simply walked directly out of the encampment. At this moment, he couldn't afford to show any weakness. He acted boldly, hoping to escape before anyone realized what was happening.

In fact, someone else had moved even faster than him, reacting swiftly and also planning to escape: Long Dayu. Both were speechless. They exchanged a glance, then prepared to go their separate ways! Chu Feng believed that Number Nine could, in theory, deter everyone present. However, some individuals already had bloodshot eyes, and whether they would choose to fight to the death was unpredictable and uncontrollable. He absolutely could not leave his fate to be decided by others.

As expected, someone had already been watching him. The moment he stirred, cold gazes from a distance locked onto him. Long Dayu, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. While people were fixated on Chu Feng, they were also glaring at him, their surging killing intent blocking his path forward. He desperately wanted to curse. Why was it that every time he encountered Ji Dade, nothing good ever happened?! Before, he had been forced to bear the greatest blame, becoming the most infamous wanted criminal in the Yang Realm. This reunion, he had originally thought he could rely on Number Nine for significant benefits. Instead, he gained nothing and found himself in this predicament, now branded as Cao De's lackey. "Confucius says, what the hellhound!" He felt a surge of madness, genuinely unable to bear it, and almost let out a long howl to the sky.

Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntuo and God King Chifeng of the Nine-Headed Bird clan, among others, cast incredibly cold gazes, hating Chu Feng intensely. They had endured for two days and were practically on the verge of madness. At the same time, there were other God Kings whose "thighs" (benefits) had been taken by Number Nine! Naturally, the greatest threats remained Celestial Venerable Chixu and the Silver Dragon Ancestor. The light in their eyes flickered with uncertainty as they both stared intently at "Cao De the Demon" in their perception. Fortunately, they were restraining themselves; otherwise, with the power of a Celestial Venerable, Chu Feng would likely be doomed.

Evidently, Celestial Venerable Chixu and the Silver Dragon Ancestor were exercising restraint, trying their utmost not to erupt in anger and destroy Cao De. They had to consider the welfare of their families. If they were to truly annihilate a disciple of the First Mountain, their entire clans would be buried alongside. Number Nine would surely not spare them, and if their clans were wiped out, they would become sinners. Chifeng, Yuntuo, and the younger God Kings of the Dragon clan, among others, were hot-blooded and could no longer endure. They wanted to disregard all consequences and directly eliminate Cao De! The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, with unpredictable events capable of erupting at any moment!

Without a sound, Celestial Venerable Yushang moved, stepping in front of Chu Feng to shield him. Though the elder's body was frail and his eyes clouded, truly in the twilight of his life with only a few years, or even months, left to live, his resolve to protect Chu Feng was remarkably firm and unwavering! At this moment, both Celestial Venerable Chixu and the Silver Dragon Ancestor held endless, cold, and ruthless killing intent deep within their eyes. They secretly locked onto Celestial Venerable Yushang, eager to find an excuse to join forces and assassinate the old Celestial Venerable! Chu Feng was very grateful to Celestial Venerable Yushang. Secretly, he prepared his Reincarnation Soil and the small wooden spear. The atmosphere on the battlefield was tense and extremely oppressive.

Suddenly, the crisp and pleasant tinkling of wind chimes resounded. A golden carriage slowly approached, driven by attendants, and entered the vast battlefield. These were several golden beasts, said to be capable of contending with dragons. Astonishingly, there were four of them, pulling the carriage together as they drew near. Everyone instinctively parted to create a path, yielding to it. "Beings from the Forbidden Zone have actually emerged and set foot here!" someone whispered in shock, recognizing the emblem on the golden war chariot. Furthermore, seated within the golden war chariot appeared to be a young being. For what purpose had they graced this place with their presence?

In the sky, crimson clouds surged as nine-headed birds circled. Their wings, vibrant and brilliant red, resembled sacred evening glow, staining half the sky crimson. These were several exceptionally pure-blooded nine-headed birds, pulling a war chariot that rumbled through the sky, traversing the firmament, and then slowly descending upon this location. People gasped in disbelief: the most pure-blooded nine-headed birds pulling a carriage? At this moment, even God King Chifeng was dumbfounded, and then veins began throbbing on his forehead. Who dared to insult their clan in such a manner?! Before he could even erupt in anger, Celestial Venerable Chixu, the Nine-Headed Bird Ancestor not far behind him, was already stunned. Had a descendant of the lord from their ancestors' original homeland truly emerged? In that instant, God King Chifeng also realized with a start. He saw the emblem on the war chariot: it was a being from the Eleventh Forbidden Zone! The Nine-Headed Bird clan had originated from that very place!

Cold sweat beaded on Chifeng's forehead. Had he been even slightly impulsive just now, he would have caused a major catastrophe. No wonder the four nine-headed birds pulling the carriage possessed astonishingly pure and exceedingly rare bloodlines. Chifeng immediately stepped forward to pay his respects! A young being was seated inside the war chariot. Their words were calm as they bid him rise. They were not arrogant, yet their presence was undeniably powerful. Nevertheless, no one from the Nine-Headed Bird clan dared to be careless; they all showed profound reverence. Subsequently, a man in white, enveloped in a hazy light, stepped down from the carriage and walked towards the distant golden beast-drawn chariot. The descendants of the two Forbidden Zones were meeting! On the Nine-Headed Bird clan's side, they surrounded the attendant who had driven the chariot, treating him with great respect and not daring to be negligent. They were even cautious and careful around the four fierce red birds pulling the carriage.

"What's the matter?" the driver asked Chifeng, sensing the unresolved frustration in his heart, as he continuously glared at Chu Feng with palpable killing intent. "I want to kill someone, but he is from the First Mountain!" Chifeng explained the situation. At this moment, the eyes of Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntuo and others gleamed. They felt that perhaps their chance had arrived; they could now kill Cao De. With beings from the Forbidden Zones present, what was there to fear?!

"Oh, the First Mountain, is it? It will likely be completely cleansed by blood this time. Just kill him; he's just a disciple, what does he amount to?" the driver said indifferently. "Ah?" The Nine-Headed Bird clan members were shocked and deeply surprised. Were the individuals dispatched by the old masters of the Forbidden Zone truly so formidable? "Indeed, an ancestor has emerged from the Pure Land and, in alliance with others, has entered the First Mountain. Today, this mountain should be thoroughly cleansed by blood and completely overthrown." That being spoke calmly. The Pure Land he referred to was, of course, the Eleventh Forbidden Zone. The area immediately erupted in gasps of astonishment.

Chu Feng forced himself to remain calm and highly vigilant, but he also spoke, saying, "Is that so? Let us wait and see how many of those who entered the First Mountain will actually emerge alive?!" "Heh, the First Mountain of the Yang Realm is about to be erased from existence. From now on, only blood will flow there." Someone spoke, their voice originating from the distant golden war chariot, belonging to a being from another forbidden zone. On this day, the currents of the Yang Realm were destined to converge upon the First Mountain!