Chapter 1325: No One Can Be Contained

In Western Hezhou, an old monk of the Buddhist clan took action! This being had lived for an untold number of years; at the very least, none of the ancient, fossil-like figures on the three battlefields recognized the old monk.

RUMBLE! Buddhist light illuminated everything, seemingly sacred, but the attack was incredibly fierce. Boundless radiance engulfed Southern Zhanzhou.

At the same time, a majestic figure emerged behind him, holding the Myriad Calamity Mirror, and joined the assault on Zhanzhou. The old monk was not the true hegemon; that was another individual!

Western Hezhou was the Buddhist clan's main stronghold. The hegemon they supported, who had close ties to Buddhism, had also entered the battle. Zhanzhou's sibling hegemons had been killed, and Yongzhou's hegemon had abdicated. Western Hezhou now felt immense pressure, but they did not retreat; instead, they launched an offensive.

It must be said, the old monk was terrifying. He single-handedly covered the sky, blocking out the sun, moon, and stars. His withered old hand instantly covered the entire great province! This sight was horrifying. Just one hand, with massive stars swirling around its fingertips and galaxies hanging down, resembled an entire world, or even a universe.

The old monk's kasaya flapped wildly, billowing, and the heavens themselves trembled, as if the entire realm was on the verge of shattering! As his massive hand pressed down, his true form also drew near. Instantly, the sound of chanting echoed through heaven and earth, audible to the entire world, as if three thousand Buddhas were chanting in unison to purify a great demon!

He absolutely possessed the power of a transcendent hegemon! However, the Buddhist clan maintained a low profile. They did not seek to rule themselves but instead supported others with close ties.

Beside the old monk, the hegemon made his move. The Myriad Calamity Mirror merged with him, hovering above his head, emitting special divine light capable of destroying creation and annihilating all things.

With a soft shout, Feathered Emperor took action. In the heavens and earth, countless rays of light diffused, fluttering down like pure white feathers scattered by the heavens, incredibly sacred. Faintly, Feathered Emperor could be seen rising into the sky, wielding the Chaos Mace fused with the Samsara Lamp. He cleaved the heavens and earth, resisting the old monk's massive hand and blocking the beams of light from the Myriad Calamity Mirror.

RUMBLE! Southern Zhanzhou was covered by the overwhelming aura of the three hegemons. It became completely indistinct, transforming into a land of chaos. Nothing could be seen there; it was as if it had reverted to the most primal stage of creation.

"Why aren't the Heng Clan taking action?" someone whispered, with hatred in their eyes. "They are vaguely known as the foremost clan in the world. If their strongest member were to awaken and attack now, perhaps they could suppress Feathered Emperor!"

He was from Southern Zhanzhou; his ancestor had been crushed into a bloody mist by the recoil energy from Feathered Emperor, perishing body and soul. Everyone knew that the Heng Clan's main base was in Southern Zhanzhou. They originally supported the hegemon who wielded the Samsara Lamp, but now that Zhanzhou's hegemon had been slain, the Heng Clan had made no significant moves. Some suspected the Heng Clan had changed their stance after being persuaded!

At this time, the Heng Clan indeed made no move, and no masters appeared. Otherwise, the unfathomable Heng Clan surely had peerless masters in residence capable of resisting and contending!

In the direction of Southern Zhanzhou, a thunderclap shook time. It was bloody lightning and dark light cleaving the sky, intertwining and releasing an apocalyptic aura. It could be seen that the moment the chaos dispersed, the old monk standing between heaven and earth staggered backward, while the hegemon with the Myriad Calamity Mirror hovering above his head was roaring.

Feathered Emperor's counterattack was too fierce. Did the recoil energy cause both hegemons to suffer significant losses? No wonder he dared to attack Zhanzhou alone earlier and single-handedly eliminate the two sibling hegemons!

People gasped, especially those from Western Hezhou, who were terrified. Could it be that their hegemon and the old monk from the Buddhist clan were also going to be slain?

At this moment, Western Hezhou glowed, revealing vast stretches of temples, all standing in the void. Majestic halls with golden-hued tiles radiated peaceful light. Simultaneously, endless chanting sounds arose. Various powerhouses of the Buddhist clan united to attack, attempting to suppress Feathered Emperor. However, this had little effect. Once one reached Feathered Emperor's level, it was difficult for outsiders to change the situation unless a peerless hegemon-level powerhouse intervened.

Without a doubt, such masters were hidden in this world, concealed within renowned mountains and great rivers! Otherwise, the Yang Realm would have long been unified. It was precisely because supreme powerhouses blocked the way that it was difficult to truly unify the Yang Realm. But now, no one took action. Perhaps they were in deep slumber, or perhaps they were ancient and withered, waiting to die in the river of time!

Seeing the old monk of the Buddhist clan coughing up blood, and Hezhou's hegemon also unable to hold on, many ancient temples simultaneously dimmed.

At the most crucial moment, an ancient temple in Western Hezhou opened its long-sealed gates! Inside, there was a Buddhist pagoda on the verge of collapsing, a place where eminent monks were interred. The stone pagoda opened. Someone respectfully brought out a Buddhist shrine, within which a mysterious skeleton emerged. It was an eighteen-foot-tall golden body, its entire form glowing with Buddhist light that illuminated heaven and earth. The mysterious skeleton actually chanted Buddhist names, and ten thousand great dao lotus flowers bloomed from its mouth, suppressing the world!

"Hiss!" All powerhouses gasped, and all evolvers trembled. What level of master was this? People could only be shocked. The Buddhist clan was unfathomable; eminent monks had emerged throughout history, yet no one knew from what era this ancient Buddha, now existing in the world, hailed.

It seemed he had not fully passed away but had left behind his Buddhist bones. Perhaps he could even reform flesh and blood, as his Buddhist light and true spirit were still present, transforming into a ball of light residing in his skull, undissipated!

Finally, this golden skeleton raised its hand and pressed down towards Zhanzhou, clashing with Feathered Emperor in an earth-shattering impact. At that last critical moment, people saw that in the ancient temple where the golden skeleton resided, various buildings collapsed, especially the Buddhist shrine which cracked, and the stone pagoda toppled.

A mysterious being of the Buddhist clan took action, an ancient Buddha emerged, yet still could not suppress Feathered Emperor?! Faintly, people saw in the final moment that the golden Buddhist bones inexplicably seeped traces of blood. This was extremely strange and terrifying. Where did this blood come from? The ancient Buddha was withered, without flesh and blood! Then, that place was engulfed by chaos. The ancient temple and the golden figure became invisible.

"Heavens, was the ancient Buddha... killed? Did something happen?" a mighty being of the Buddhist clan exclaimed. He clearly knew the strangeness of that ancient temple. He still remembered that when he was very young, his patriarch had once taken him to that small, dilapidated temple to worship and told him that it was one of the six highest temples of the Buddhist clan! Now, the ancient Buddha there was injured. Had he even been struck down and perished?

In the Yang Realm, blood rained down heavily, dark clouds pressed down, and the celestial phenomena became increasingly violent. But finally, pure white feathers fluttered, tearing open the darkness and blasting away the blood rain, allowing various parts of the Yang Realm to gradually return to normal.

In Zhanzhou, Feathered Emperor spoke, uttering some astonishing words. "The Buddhist sect is indeed unfathomable. The 'Suffering Prisoner Ancient Buddha,' who was supposed to have passed away in the prehistoric era, is actually still alive. He is several generations senior to my sect's elders. This is truly unexpected. Let's leave it at that for today. We will fight again another day; the Yang Realm must be unified!"

As he spoke, the chaotic mist dispersed. People saw that Western Hezhou's hegemon and the old monk had both retreated, disappearing towards the west. Everyone realized that the so-called Suffering Prisoner Ancient Buddha was extremely terrifying. His intervention caused Feathered Emperor to finally abandon the idea of attacking and slaying those two. However, it seemed the Suffering Prisoner Ancient Buddha also paid a price!

Heaven and earth returned to tranquility, and all anomalies vanished. Not long after, envoys arrived from both Western Hezhou and Eastern Yongzhou. They conveyed decrees that everything would remain as it was and the three battlefields would be stabilized.

The evolvers of Southern Zhanzhou were anxious, and people were in a state of panic, unsure whether to leave or stay. However, all families residing in Zhanzhou were eventually appeased. Feathered Emperor would accept them, and past events would not be held against them.

In the following days, the Southern Zhanzhou faction disintegrated. Some joined Western Hezhou, while others departed, leaving the three battlefields. And a large portion joined the Eastern Yongzhou faction! Without a doubt, the reason a large number of people defected to Yongzhou was, firstly, that Feathered Emperor had displayed unfathomable strength, and secondly, that their elders and others in Zhanzhou had already pledged allegiance first.

News soon arrived that the Heng Clan was indeed the first family to change its stance; they had long since turned to support Feathered Emperor! Otherwise, if the Heng Clan had opposed, Feathered Emperor might not have been able to smoothly slay the sibling hegemons! People had reason to believe that the Heng Clan was no weaker than the Buddhist clan, and might even be more unfathomable. Yet this time, they did not make a big move.

For a time, the world was shocked and dismayed. Could no one contend with Feathered Emperor? Once he fully refined the Samsara Lamp and absorbed the gains from this battle, he might truly defy the heavens! Was the unification of the Yang Realm truly about to become a reality, approaching step by step? Many people couldn't believe it; this was too sudden, too swift.

"Master, are you going to attack Feathered Emperor?" someone asked. "If you don't act soon, he might truly succeed!" This person was in a certain renowned mountain range, asking an old man who sat cross-legged in distorted time. The space there was collapsed, extremely peculiar.

"No matter," the old man, sitting cross-legged in dust-laden time, spoke weakly. "It's too difficult to become an ultimate evolver. Everyone who has tried to walk this path has died. Let him try first, let him tread that path. Actually, I don't believe that the unification of the Yang Realm can truly achieve eternity and invincibility throughout history."

In the extreme north, some disciples and followers of the Martial Madman also grew anxious. They recognized him as Feathered Emperor and reported to the Martial Madman. After all, the return of a myth among myths was truly terrifying. "That's not the path I choose to walk," the Martial Madman declared. "I will sweep across the world with my martial arts and slay all enemies!"

The three battlefields gradually quieted down because everything truly remained as it was, and no major disturbances arose again.

Chu Feng was surprised. Heavenly Venerate Qirong hadn't died. Back when the Scavenger caused such chaos, Chu Feng had fled and hidden in the stone jar, while Qirong had fainted on the spot. Yet, he had actually survived. He was wary of Qirong because the cup of wine Heavenly Venerate Qirong had given him back then was somewhat strange.

"Old Qi, no, Senior, the secret realm should be opening soon, right?" Chu Feng asked. Heavenly Venerate Qirong was deeply surprised. On that day, he himself had fainted, yet this Cao De was still lively and energetic, without a single injury. It was truly bizarre. Even if it was said that the Scavenger only devoured beings above the Heavenly Venerate level and didn't harm the too-weak, the situation that day was special. Cao De should not have been completely unharmed. As he thought of this, Heavenly Venerate Qirong became somewhat wary. He had already been suspicious: was Chu Feng truly so closely related to the First Mountain? After all, the words spoken by Number Nine before sealing the mountain were strange; it didn't sound like he was acknowledging Cao De as a disciple. Now, although he had doubts, it was not good to investigate further.

After deliberation, all parties on the battlefield agreed that the secret realm needed to be opened and the fortuitous creation sought out. The original agreement was valid, and the secret realm of creation was about to open.

"Open it quickly!" Chu Feng said. "Once I enter, I'll grab the creation and leave. I still need to find the Empress, and I also need to rise to become the supreme Chu Ultimate. I don't have time to waste here."

Chu Feng was showing off, which left the strange dragon by his side, Long Dayu, dumbfounded.

"Strange Dragon, second brother, take a look, where is this place?" Chu Feng called to the strange dragon, drawing a partial map of mountains and rivers. It was the Mountain and River Mark Map that the big black dog had given him; if he wanted to find the Empress, he had to go there.

"Who's your second brother, Ji Dade, you liar, you swindler!" the strange dragon exclaimed. "It's one thing for me to play along with your deception in front of others, but now you're still showing off? Wait, let me see. This place is..." The strange dragon's expression changed, and he actually shrieked.