Chapter 1323: Mythical Return and Great Unification

The overlord of Zhanzhou in the south was killed. A torrential rain of blood fell, and extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth shocked the Yang Realm. It was truly terrifying; even on the three battlefields, large numbers of gods and demons fell as corpses, creating a horrifying sight.

Many felt the apocalypse had arrived, as if the sky was falling and the earth collapsing. Some families and major sects had committed themselves entirely to the Zhanzhou camp, binding themselves to its war chariot. With such an outcome now, how could they not be afraid?

"Grand-Ancestor!" cried an old man, his hair disheveled, his voice tearing through his heart and lungs. He soared into the sky, facing the bloody rain, watching the bodies of gods and demons fall from above, and completely lost his mind.

He was a direct grand-disciple of the Zhanzhou overlord in the south, considered a true successor, yet today he witnessed the downfall of his own lineage.

No one knew better than him the immense background and unfathomable strength of the Zhanzhou overlord; he was truly a divine being of unparalleled talent. But now he was dead, and he had died right in Zhanzhou, without even reaching the battlefield. How could this be?

"Ah... no!" Many others cried out—old women and old men who had lived for countless eras, all renowned master experts.

Their families had been tied to Zhanzhou, but now they were utterly defeated; even the overlord himself was dead. Their influence was truly gone. Some were internally terrified, vaguely sensing that their own family ancestors had also died in battle, as they had built their huts near the overlord's secluded cultivation retreat. This was done to show respect and loyalty, serving as his protectors.

Indeed, in an instant, blinding beams erupted from teleportation arrays, and various messages poured in from all corners of the world. Suddenly, the Zhanzhou camp descended into chaos.

"The Fifth Ancestor has fallen, his head shattered by a single finger, body and spirit obliterated! Heavens, our strongest ancestral elder is gone?!" "Ancestor Xuanhai has passed away, covered by a mental domain, dying silently in that secret land of Zhanzhou without even standing up?"

The cultivators of various clans went mad. The news from Southern Zhanzhou was truly horrifying, shocking them that their family's foundational and top ancestral elders had successively died. What on earth had happened in Southern Zhanzhou? The overlord's tragic death, and even the demise of the ancestral elders of major families, was simply too terrifying.

After the news spread, it shook the three battlefields, leaving the people of the other two major camps utterly dumbfounded and incredulous. They seriously wondered if their own camp's overlord had made a move, launching an attack that directly annihilated the Southern Zhanzhou overlord.

News flew everywhere, and people were in a state of panic.

Of course, some remained relatively calm. These were the numerous rogue cultivators who had entered the battlefield purely to earn military merits in exchange for pollen and scriptures. They weren't particularly concerned about who would ultimately rule the Yang Realm and become the ultimate cultivator, having no strong sense of belonging. Those truly worried were the major families who had placed their bets on the Zhanzhou overlord!

"Impossible! Grand-Uncle-Master also died with him! Is Heaven trying to destroy our lineage?" roared an old Heavenly Venerate, who was a grand-disciple of the Southern Zhanzhou overlord. The news he revealed was chilling: who was his Grand-Uncle-Master? In terms of seniority, it meant he was the overlord's own junior martial brother.

The Southern Zhanzhou overlord had a direct junior martial brother? This was simply astounding. He must have been an existence on the same level; normally, if these two martial brothers joined forces, they could directly contend with the combined power of the two great overlords of Hezhou and Yongzhou.

No one had imagined that Southern Zhanzhou ran so deep, possessing such terrifying underlying strength. But now they had been defeated, and both had been personally killed. This seemed extremely abnormal, and utterly terrifying, sending shivers down people's spines.

"Heavens, Southern Zhanzhou essentially had two overlords, and both died in a single day?"

A storm erupted across the three battlefields, leaving everyone utterly shaken. No wonder the earlier celestial phenomena had been so astonishing, making people sense that two overlords had fallen one after another. This was not an illusion but a grim reality. However, people had initially believed that two overlords might have perished together after a confrontation; who could have foreseen that Zhanzhou would suffer such a complete defeat?

On the three battlefields, within the Zhanzhou camp, a group of people felt as if the apocalypse had arrived, their bodies cold, with wails and lamentations echoing across the heavens and earth. Some realized their families were finished, especially those tightly bound to the Southern Zhanzhou overlord's war chariot, all turning pale. This was because news from Zhanzhou indicated that a cleansing was underway there, and any deeply involved forces might be completely purged.

Simultaneously, people immediately speculated that the two great overlords of Western Hezhou and Eastern Yongzhou must have joined forces; otherwise, how could this have happened? If not, the two martial brothers of the Southern Zhanzhou camp, jointly holding sway, would have been terrifying enough. It was likely that the two powerful figures from Yongzhou and Hezhou, having received the news, had secretly allied and launched a preemptive strike. Some sighed with regret, noting that Southern Zhanzhou had originally held a strong hand with such profound foundations, but the potential leakage of information had ultimately led to its demise.

"The Heng clan is in Southern Zhanzhou, and they are said to be one of the top families in the Yang Realm. What happened to them? Did they not support the Grand-Ancestor?" someone whispered.

The Heng clan was immensely powerful, hailed as one of the Five Strongest Clans in the Yang Realm alongside the Buddhist, Ji, Dao, and Li clans, and subtly seemed to hold the potential to be the foremost among them. Some even suspected that ancient figures from unknown eras were still alive within the Heng clan, possessing unfathomable strength, and if they were to truly contend, they might not be weaker than the Zhanzhou overlord.

"No news has come, so it's likely they met a tragic end. Let's fight! We'll go to the Hezhou and Yongzhou camps and kill them to avenge our ancestors!" an old man roared. Even though their cause was lost, they still longed for revenge, their eyes now bloodshot.

Just then, not just the three battlefields but the entire Yang Realm convulsed violently. This was the resonance of the Grand Dao, a trembling shared by all the heavens. Everyone was terrified, involuntarily looking up to gaze. What was that?

In the southern direction, a lamp appeared, initially hazy, as if it had traversed from an ancient, primordial era, manifesting in this current age, reaching the very edge of the world. Its appearance evaporated the torrential bloody rain between heaven and earth and made the falling corpses of gods and demons vanish. It grew increasingly resplendent, finally shining like a second sun.

The Samsara Lamp! An ancient lamp, it was the weapon of the Southern Zhanzhou overlord. It was rumored to be one of the three major parts of the Grand Dao, having separated from it and taken the form of the Samsara Lamp. Now it had appeared; what was it doing? Was it going to suppress the current era? The overlord had died without even having the chance to unleash this lamp. One could imagine how sudden, hurried, and swiftly the battle must have ended.

This lamp grew larger and increasingly brilliant, almost covering the entire southern region, towering as high as the sky. Faintly, it seemed to be connected to an ancient path behind it.

Suddenly, a Chaos Mace appeared, flying in from the eastern region, descending and directly connecting with the Samsara Lamp, causing it to shrink and continuously distort. Eventually, that area seemed to explode, with the light of the Grand Dao appearing like billions of cascading waterfalls, engulfing the space. The two weapons were fusing, becoming one!

"Damn it, it was someone from the Yongzhou camp who killed the overlord!" a Heavenly Venerate roared, his eyes bloodshot. This was because the weapon of the Yongzhou overlord was precisely this Chaos Mace!

There were rumors that when the Samsara Lamp, Myriad Tribulation Mirror, and Chaos Mace merged into one, their wielder would become an ultimate cultivator, giving birth to an unparalleled and invincible being. At that time, the Grand Dao of all heavens would resonate, all paths would unify, and there would be no equal. Now, someone was walking this path and had already succeeded halfway, having devoured the Samsara Lamp and currently absorbing it.

*Boom!* Ultimately, the Samsara Lamp vanished, merging into the Chaos Mace. However, the Chaos Mace also transformed as a result, glowing all over, as if a lamp were burning within it.

"Kill! We'll fight to the death to avenge our clan brothers and sisters!" someone shouted, charging towards the direction of Yongzhou. Simultaneously, others cried out, "The people of Hezhou aren't good either! If not for their two families joining forces, how could our Grandmaster have died? Let's go there and kill as many as we can!"

The three battlefields erupted into chaos.

Meanwhile, inside the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox's tent-cave, Chu Feng was dumbfounded. Too much had happened that night: an overlord had died, and the overlord of the Yongzhou camp had seemingly gained the greatest benefit.

"Heh, do you want to escape? If I hand you over, I think those people outside will be very happy," Su Xian, the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox, said with a smile, not rising, merely glancing at Chu Feng from her spot.

At that moment, roars of powerful cultivators could be heard outside, with Divine Kings soaring across the sky and Heavenly Venerates rushing upwards, all charging out. It was utter chaos and extremely dangerous.

Chu Feng decisively tried to escape by burrowing underground, intending to use domain techniques to leave. However, his first attempt failed. There was an extraordinary arrangement here. "How about we bathe together another day? I really need to go," Chu Feng quipped.

"You should stay and slowly tell me about my ancestors," Su Xian, the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox, said, her large eyes sparkling with wit. Although she was smiling, she was also threatening him. She wanted to know if Chu Feng truly knew Shi Hu, the Heavenly Venerate Su Can, and to understand the truth.

"Next time. I really must go now," Chu Feng said decisively, standing up and leaping out of the wooden tub, splashing water.

"I'm afraid you can't leave," the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox said, narrowing her beautiful eyes in a threatening manner.

"I really can go!" Chu Feng replied. This time, he decisively summoned... a person! He had almost forgotten about Heavenly Venerate Yushang amidst his encounters with scavengers, the black behemoth, and all the chaos and tension. Chu Feng, fearing that the scavengers might kill Yushang, had put him into the stone jar, only remembering to release him at this very moment.

"Senior, we must leave quickly! The three battlefields are in chaos!" Chu Feng said.

Su Xian was dumbfounded. No matter how powerful her techniques or how many trump cards she possessed, she couldn't provoke a monster who carried an old man with him everywhere. She could only stare helplessly.

Heavenly Venerate Yushang was disoriented. He had only awakened after a long time inside the stone jar, and although he had tried to get out himself several times, he had failed each time, only seeing daylight again when Chu Feng released him.

*Whoosh!* Guided by a Heavenly Venerate, Chu Feng and his companions were incredibly fast, disappearing into the night sky immediately.

"You just wait!" Su Xian said, exasperated, standing up behind them, revealing her snow-white, ethereal, flawless skin, and staring at the large hole in the tent that had been knocked open.

"All Hezhou forces, retreat! Do not engage in battle!" At that moment, an aged voice resounded across the battlefield, warning the Hezhou cultivators not to fight. Furthermore, a large area of hazy light enveloped the Hezhou camp's direction.

"The demise of those two fellow Daoists from Southern Zhanzhou has nothing to do with Hezhou cultivators," the aged voice declared again.

For a moment, people were shocked. Were the Zhanzhou martial brothers not killed by the combined forces of the two great overlords of Hezhou and Yongzhou? Soon, people realized that all these events seemed to be the work of the Yongzhou overlord alone.

Just then, Yushang returned with Chu Feng, appearing in the direction of the Yongzhou camp. A hazy light poured down from the edge of the sky—it was the Chaos Mace, covering the area.

"I killed those two!" someone declared, shaking heaven and earth.

Chu Feng was astonished. He looked up and saw that behind the hazy Chaos Mace, there seemed to be a towering, majestic man, looking down at the area from a great distance.

"Who is that?" Everyone was surprised. Was he the Yongzhou overlord? However, some people who had met the Yongzhou overlord before didn't recognize this individual, leaving them deeply bewildered.

Soon, Chu Feng noticed someone acting unusually: Fairy Qingyin. Her emotions were fluctuating extremely violently, and her beautiful eyes gleamed with an unusual light. Standing in the distance, she whispered to herself, "A myth among myths! I knew you would take that step, emerging in this age to devour mountains and rivers!"

For a moment, Chu Feng felt a little uncomfortable, a pang in his heart.