Chapter 1306: Above the Heavens

Chu Feng remained silent for a long time, looking back at the long river of time where too many unknowns were buried, waiting to be unearthed. Perhaps some things and some people were not necessarily buried, but had already flowed down the river of time and moved ahead.

A mottled scroll lay across the great mist, heavy as a mountain, threatening to collapse the past, present, and future. Unfortunately, Chu Feng only saw a corner of it. This ancient history was too profound and too ancient, etching too many things; he had only a fleeting glimpse, catching mere fragments. He even suspected that it wasn't just a history of evolutionary civilization, but also involved other branches of civilization or other epochs.

Faint voices were heard calling out from beneath the cold floating dust and rubble of the universe's four poles, by the dark and murky Soul River, and within the bronze furnace where the flames of the Great Void and Ancient Epoch burned. Chu Feng always felt an extremely terrifying and oppressive sensation. A single glance brought forth the passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields. That broken road, viewed from afar, was difficult to see when looking back. Unraveling a section of that mist was no less monumental than creating heaven and earth.

In the great mist, amidst the blood-stained starry skies and mountains, Chu Feng's spirit wandered off, frowning, as if he saw even more. The bronze coffin floated and sank, slowly disappearing, vanishing into the mist. It traversed era after era and then was lost without a trace.

Chu Feng came back to his senses and looked across. Number Nine and Number Six were both calm, without a word, signaling Chu Feng that he could leave and should not return in the future, as they would have no further connection. They did not want to get involved and were unwilling to be entangled in any karma.

Chu Feng looked at them wistfully. Did they really want him to disappear so quickly? Was there nothing special they would offer before he left? He really wanted to say that he wasn't picky at all; any of the top-ranked profound arts or ultimate weapons from the history of evolutionary civilization, one would be enough.

"Do I look like a fool?" Number Nine seemed to sense his thought and responded with a piercing green gaze.

Chu Feng rubbed his hands together, looking at the tattered flag behind Number Nine, his eyes also glinting with a faint green light. "We're saying goodbye now, is there really no favor at all?"

Number Nine ignored him and looked up at the drifting clouds. Number Six couldn't stand it. "What's with the riddles?" he directly threatened Chu Feng, telling him to quickly disappear and not to cause trouble here, making the future uncertain and potentially bringing great disaster upon them all.

"Can't you just give me an ancient scripture?!" Chu Feng, thick-skinned as ever, couldn't resist before leaving and asked for it himself. But unfortunately, he was refused. He felt helpless. This was the First Mountain, capable of piercing through forbidden lands. The scriptures here must be supreme, surely containing ultimate breathing techniques, and he truly wished to study them.

Chu Feng said, "I'm just drawing inspiration, not learning it verbatim!"

"Now, immediately, disappear!" Number Six said with a dark expression, and began to eye him menacingly, staring at Chu Feng's vibrant flesh and blood. Number Six explicitly told him that the First Mountain's supreme arts could only be passed on to chosen individuals, reserved for their own disciples, and absolutely could not be taught to outsiders, as it was of immense importance. For instance, the terrifying figure of Li, created back then, who awe-inspired the world, dared to act against anyone he disliked, even burning down more than half of the forbidden lands. If such scriptures fell into wicked hands, how terrifying would the harm be?

Chu Feng puffed out his chest, raised his head, with a righteous expression and stern words, saying, "Do I look like a wicked person, with my thick eyebrows and big eyes? I'm unyielding, filled with roaring righteousness, resonating with heaven and earth!"

Then, he saw a large hand slap down, suppressing him. He couldn't utter a single word and got a mouthful of dirt. It wasn't until Number Nine and Number Six turned around, about to return to the depths of the First Mountain, that he could finally move.

With a whoosh, Chu Feng freed himself from the dirt and, opting for the next best thing, called out from behind. "Alright, I don't want any of those anymore," Chu Feng said in a negotiating tone. "How about just the eliminated techniques? What do you say?"

"Eliminated techniques?" Number Nine showed surprise and turned to look at him.

Chu Feng said, "Yes, the techniques cultivated by those people in that ancient history. They didn't use pollen, but a different system. To me, they look flashy but impractical. Maybe I could use them to bluff others. It would also be a way of reusing discarded techniques."

Upon hearing these words, both Number Nine and Number Six's faces twitched, turning as black as the bottom of a pot, their expressions extremely displeased, glaring fixedly at him. Chu Feng wanted to say, "What's wrong now? Did I say something wrong again?"

"Wasn't my hometown eliminated and fallen into decline? Heaven knows when that glorious period was. Since it's already a wisp of historical smoke, if you know, just teach me those techniques. I'll reminisce, pay my respects, or even consider it archaeology, to see how people cultivated back then, how backward it was."

It would have been better if he hadn't explained. As soon as he said that, Number Nine's large palm swung in a full circle, heading straight for him. If it had landed squarely, Chu Feng would have been in a terrible state. At the critical moment, Number Six grabbed one of his arms, saying, "Old Nine, calm down! You said it yourself, don't get involved in karma. Don't get entangled in major disasters. Stay calm!"

"How could such techniques be eliminated?" Number Nine began, "Do you know their origins? Do you know who has cultivated them? You..." Number Nine extended his large palm, truly wanting to slap him.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking," Chu Feng said. "Master Nine, those techniques buried in history — you haven't explained them to me in detail, so how could I understand? Why don't you just teach them to me?" Chu Feng put on a very humble demeanor, asking for guidance deferentially.

Seeing Chu Feng's appearance, Number Nine knew he was unrepentant, merely speaking nicely. He wanted to slap him again, saying, "Trying to trick me into giving you those techniques?"

"Forget it, I don't want them anymore," Chu Feng declared. "When I become an ultimate evolver, imitating the ways of heaven and earth, my every word and action will be law. I'll make all beings in the world chant my name, cultivate my system, propagate my true words, and comprehend my profound techniques."

Seeing his smug appearance, both Number Six and Number Nine's large hands crossed, both almost slapping him, but in the end, they forcefully restrained themselves.

"Farewell is truly sorrowful," Chu Feng sighed, "After this departure, who knows when we'll meet again." However, such saccharine words were a bit too obvious. "Before I finally leave, I still have some questions I'd like to ask," he said, wanting to ascertain some information.

But Number Six directly blocked the path, saying, "No comment!"

Chu Feng, shamelessly persistent, kept nagging endlessly, asking how the forbidden lands were doing. Were they truly completely annihilated? If that were the case, this First Mountain would be too terrifying. Who in the world could contend against it? Perhaps even the beings contending behind the Cycle of Reincarnation were no more than this. Furthermore, he also wanted to ask why the bronze coffin always flickered in and out of sight in the mottled scroll he had just seen, running through it all, and why the entire history of evolutionary civilization couldn't avoid it.

Regarding these questions, Number Six and Number Nine initially didn't want to bother. However, when Chu Feng pulled out a handful of Reincarnation Soil and offered it to them as a tribute to the First Mountain, both their eyes widened, and they froze in their tracks. Chu Feng took out this soil partly out of genuine gratitude and appreciation; although he often had a playful smile, this could not conceal his true intentions. Furthermore, he also wanted to use this to verify what level this Reincarnation Soil was at, what its purpose was, and whether he could get some answers from Number Nine.

Through Number Nine and Number Six's shocked expressions, Chu Feng realized that this item seemed too bizarre; even beings like Number Nine reacted this way, meaning it was absolutely extraordinary. Thus, he further deduced that this so-called Cycle of Reincarnation had been underestimated by him; it was unfathomably deep!

Number Nine's expression flickered uncertainly, while Number Six's gaze was intense. Both wanted to reach out and snatch it several times, but in the end, they restrained themselves.

"What exactly are you?!" Number Six asked.

"I am human!" Chu Feng replied, puffing out his chest.

"You... the karma entangled with you is too much, too heavy, and too vast," Number Six said. "We hereby sever all ties with you. There will be no further interaction. You should leave!"

In the end, Number Six and Number Nine didn't even accept a single grain of the soil, completely refusing it, and were about to leave. Chu Feng offered it in various ways, saying it was out of gratitude, but both refused to accept it. Moreover, they emitted a faint radiance, covering the area, preventing anyone from sensing anything.

"You should leave quickly!" Number Six urged with a dark expression.

Chu Feng was at a loss. This was only Reincarnation Soil; he hadn't even taken out the stone jar yet. If he did, wouldn't it involve even deeper and more terrifying origins? In fact, regarding the three seeds and the jar, he truly didn't dare to take them out. These were the very beginning of his evolutionary path and their fundamental source.

"Master Nine," Chu Feng pleaded, "Seeing how devout I am and how close I am to the First Mountain, can't you enlighten me?"

Chu Feng was direct. It didn't matter if they didn't accept the "soil," but he requested help in answering some questions. Number Nine gave him a deep look and finally responded, starting with the forbidden lands and then discussing the bronze coffin.

Several forbidden lands were indeed pierced by sword energy, forming huge holes. Presumably, they suffered heavy losses; if not utterly destroyed, they were close to it. However, this was merely a superficial appearance, like a patch of skin disease; its roots extended to deeper, more profound realms.

"Behind the forbidden lands are other mysterious regions!"

"What did that mean?" Chu Feng showed surprise. "Where exactly did they connect?"

"Supremely terrifying Great Worlds, places where the ancestors of supreme experts rose, and the true dark origins, among other places!"

Every place Number Nine casually mentioned had an immense background, startling Chu Feng into a daze. According to Number Nine, the so-called Great Worlds might be even more distant and powerful than the Yang Realm. Finally, he even pointed above the heavens! Then he spoke of the places where the ancestors of supreme experts rose. These experts themselves could be revered as supreme in the Yang Realm, and their ancestors seemed to have even greater origins. Such places were simply... unimaginable.

"What exactly were those people attacking the First Mountain for?" Chu Feng asked.