Chapter 1347: Legend's Return

It could be seen that Yu Shang's body was emitting a strange light. A special kind of blood within him was boiling and throbbing, resonating with the Great Dao of Heaven and the rules of the entire Yang Realm, causing everything in the world to tremble and all living beings to shiver.

Everyone, including the top experts and some Celestial Venerables, felt a tremor originating from their souls, their faces as pale as snow.

On this grand battlefield, countless people knelt uncontrollably.

Who is speaking? Who is shouting a question? Is it someone from Yu Shang's clan? Everyone was startled, and at the same time, they wondered if the legendary figure had returned, reappearing in the world alive.

At this moment, not just those on the battlefield, but also various clans and major sects in distant regions and other states, all felt it. The heavens and earth thundered, and a wisp of primal energy traversed the firmament, profoundly shaking people's hearts.

“Has the legend returned? Is that person still alive, and has he appeared again?”“Heavens, I knew it wasn’t just a rumor. The one who dared to blast through the Celestial Boundary membrane all those years ago is still here; the legend who dared to make the heavens bleed has returned!”

In some renowned mountains and great rivers, peerless ancient beings, who had lived for countless years and some not even belonging to this epoch, awakened. Feeling the changes in heaven and earth, the thunderous roar and trembling of the Great Dao, they too shivered, many muttering to themselves.

This was a scene that profoundly shocked the world, causing many across the Yang Realm to convulse and feel utterly disbelieving.

The heavens and earth were moving, the firmament was on the verge of collapse. A strange fiery light burned, enveloping that wisp of primal energy, as if to suppress all enemies in the world!

At this moment, the being clad in primal gold armor on the battlefield reacted most intensely. He was truly terrified. How could such a thing be happening?

Just moments ago, he had been sneering and mocking, saying that Yu Shang’s lineage had declined, that their blood and flesh were only fit for sacrifice, for waste utilization. He had questioned who still recognized or remembered that so-called legendary figure.

But now, a single sharp shout almost shattered his courage. His mouth was filled with blood, his body covered in cracks. Even the primal gold armor couldn't defend against it. What a terrifying event this was!

And what's more, he was a Celestial Venerable!

How could this be? He was practically exploding from someone else's mere words, nearly disintegrating. What kind of being was that, to not even have truly attacked him?

“Who are you? You can't be him!” His voice trembled, indicating his immense inner shock. He questioned how it could possibly be that person from all those years ago, and how he could appear in the current age.

Could it be that those beings who stood above epochs, at the absolute pinnacle of all time, truly couldn't be mentioned, or else they would manifest?

But didn’t he vanish? Or even fall into slumber or die? It should be impossible for him to return in this era. How could he suddenly manifest in such a way?

Some people noticed the details, including Chu Feng, because he saw that the blood mist emanating from Yu Shang's body was too unique and too vast.

This didn’t align with the frail old man.

At this moment, Yu Shang himself also sensed the anomaly. In an instant, he seemed to understand, and then his eyes welled up with tears. He tremblingly reached out, as if to touch the firmament, and also wanted to kowtow.

Then, he looked at his own body, carefully observing.

Indeed, this sensation was unmistakable. The strange blood within him boiled and burned, pulsing in harmony with the Great Dao of Heaven and resonating with that wisp of primal energy of all things.

In a daze, Yu Shang realized that the pulsing of heaven and earth, all the anomalies, were related to the resurgence of his peculiar blood.

From afar, Chu Feng, with his Fiery Golden Eyes, naturally saw everything clearly, many times more keenly than most.

He had heard Yu Shang mention before that their ancestors possessed special blood, but unfortunately, by this generation, only a very few of their descendants could awaken and manifest that ancestral blood.

Among them, Yao Yao had awakened that blood, possessing ancestral blood from birth, and it was precisely because of this that she was once the foremost under the starry sky.

She truly achieved unparalleled feats among her peers. Even the Dao body of Celestial Venerable Tai Wu from the Yang Realm, after suppressing his cultivation to enter the Lesser Yin Realm, was slain by her. How terrifying and astonishing was this? No one would dare believe it if it were told.

After all, having once been a Celestial Venerable, no matter how much his cultivation was suppressed, his insight, experience, and Dao profoundness were still there.

Yet Yao Yao achieved it.

Now, Celestial Venerable Yu Shang's blood had also revived, though it was in a state of partial combustion, leading to such exaggerated and terrifying celestial phenomena.

“Ancestor, is that you? Living in our blood, you have manifested in the Yang Realm today!” Yu Shang cried out.

As soon as these words were uttered, the world trembled. The Yang Realm seemed to be swept by a hurricane, engulfing every state. The vast ocean surged towards the sky, and in the far north, boundless snow flew against the firmament.

This was too shocking, many were scared witless.

For example, even the envoy clan from the heavens felt a chilling sensation.

“Could the legends be true? That some powerful enough existences, those taboos, do not perish, but can live within the bloodlines of their descendants?”“Descendants are the continuation of their lives, not just a saying. Some truly passed down their life imprints, fragments of their origin, which flow in the blood of their descendants. One day, they can return and reappear through this means.”

In the renowned mountains and great rivers of the Yang Realm, prehistoric titans awakened and spoke these words, their eyes unfathomably deep.

In fact, this was indeed close to the truth.

Across the Yang Realm, streaks of purple energy pervaded, shrouding the firmament, and rays of crimson light blossomed. These were the noble aura and battle-hardened killing intent of old, accompanied by a wisp of primal energy that traversed above and below, as if to cleave the world in two, continuously rumbling and making the entire world tremble.

At this moment, many realized what was happening: a wisp of the will of Yu Shang's ancestor had awakened in his bloodline, having been stimulated.

Was this forced by the clan of the prime culprit, causing the imprint of that peerless emperor, which flowed in the blood of his descendants, to sense and thus become enraged?

Instantly, everyone shivered. Such an existence, rumored to have dared to pierce through eternity, to kill to the very end of darkness, and to cross the Emperor Burial Pit—if he were enraged, who could bear it?

Yu Shang’s aged body stood ramrod straight at this moment. He was revering his ancestor, tears streaming down his face. He felt he had shamed his lineage's prestige and failed his ancestor, yet he was also incredibly excited, wondering if he could communicate across space with his ancestor, if he could resonate with him in this very world.

“I don't believe it. I don't think that person would return like this!”

The being clad in primal gold armor now revealed a pair of strange, demonic eyes. He was unwilling, filled with fear and dread, and his heart seethed with indignation.

Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices. His entire being was shaking, on the verge of completely exploding.

At this moment, he reluctantly took out an artifact, pointing it towards the sky, intending to resist.

Yu Shang raised his head, looking at the firmament. The strange blood within him steamed upwards, forming a dragon-shaped pillar of blood, which then transformed into a tempest of the Great Dao, sweeping across heaven and earth. The sun and moon lost their luster, the heavens and earth sank, fully displaying a wisp of his ancestor's supreme might.

He knew this wasn't his own power, but his ancestor's resurgence.

Chu Feng also understood. Today, Elder Yu Shang had been pushed to his limits, not only repeatedly humiliated but also reminded that after his two sons and one daughter were brutally murdered, their heads and mutilated bodies were preserved for him to see. What a tragic life this was; Elder Yu Shang had been provoked to the extreme.

This likely caused a mutation in his bloodline, activating certain factors flowing within his blood, allowing that supreme being to manifest briefly.

“You are correct, I am indeed not him. If I were the Heavenly Emperor, a single glance from my eyes would traverse eternity. Even if your clan hid beyond the myriad heavens, it would be impossible for you to survive; you would all perish.”

In the firmament, someone spoke. The voice was immense, reverberating across the states, shaking the human world.

“Who are you?”“I am his third grandson, and also the ancestor of Yu Shang’s lineage. Today, a small fragment of my life imprint has been activated, and I have sensed his joys, angers, sorrows, and delights.”

In the sky, that will continued to speak, deducing. This was to uncover the headquarters of the prime culprit’s clan, to launch a world-shattering strike that would obliterate everything!

People were stunned and incredibly shocked. Such an aura, with all the myriad Dao of heaven and earth resonating and trembling along—and yet it wasn’t the legendary figure, but merely one of his grandsons!

Moreover, and most crucially, what had revived within Yu Shang was merely a fragmented life imprint, vastly different from a true living entity, yet it possessed such power.

This was simply inconceivable, hard to believe!

If a small fragment of his third grandson's imprint could be like this, then if the original being itself returned, it would be simply unimaginable.

At the same time, everyone felt a chill from head to toe, realizing how cruel the battle beyond the realms, above the myriad heavens, truly was. After all, that person had disappeared and could not return for the time being.

How strong must his enemies be?

“It’s not him! Haha, if it’s not him, then it’s good, I have confidence now!”

The person clad in primal gold armor actually burst into laughter, seemingly incredibly excited, as if he had traversed boundless darkness and seen light, no longer fearful.

He held a special artifact, a mirror, which he shone towards the high heavens.

This was not an attack, but rather the release of some kind of signal.

Immediately after, people felt a crushing oppression, an immense tension, as if their minds were about to collapse.

On the horizon, from three different directions, three old men flew up, forming a tripod-like stance. They activated their entire blood energy, conjuring a decree and a command sword. Both shone with brilliant purple light, like a surging sea of thunder, like world-destroying energy pouring back into the firmament.

“I told you, our ancestor is still alive! In the past, he dared to contend with emperors. We contacted him from beyond the realms. After his revival, he traversed endless time and space, sending down this decree and command sword, allowing us to control the rise and fall of the Yang Realm. Now, present them!”

The being clad in primal gold armor shouted loudly.

This was why he felt fearless after arriving here today, not worried about other clans' envy. It was because he possessed the decree and command sword of an ancestor who had once contended with emperors, sent through time and space to suppress all enemies for their clan.

“Is that so? Are you sure it's your progenitor who is alive and granted you the decree and command sword? Today, I shall sever everything with a wisp of primal energy!”

That voice bloomed in the firmament, like a heavenly tribulation sounding, exploding across the Yang Realm.

In fact, the revival of this imprint was limited; after all, it was only a small fragment, not a true living entity, and could only unleash a single strike.

Originally, he had intended to find the clan of the prime culprit.

But now, seeing the command sword and the decree, he changed his mind. He sensed coordinate imprints on them, left by a terrifying being who intended to use them as a guide to descend upon the Yang Realm one day.

He had to sweep them away and destroy these coordinate imprints.

Because he suspected that the descending being had other intentions.

In the sky, a wisp of primal energy descended, sweeping across everything. The command sword and decree rose up to meet it, magnificent in their ascent. Soon, the two sides clashed, then astonishingly collapsed into an incomprehensible cosmic space within an unknown spacetime, with onlookers only able to see projections.

It was like the Big Bang, an ultimate point blossoming. Instantly, myriad Daos crumbled, the heavens bled, endless rules wailed, reaching their end.

Faintly, the war from endless ages ago seemed to emerge due to this collision.

In a trance, people seemed to see a bronze coffin traversing bleeding heavens, bells and cauldrons ringing in unison, and someone in white robes ascending to the sky amidst fluttering fabric.

Finally, everything grew quiet. The decree was pierced through and burned to ashes. The command sword was broken, turning into iron filings, its essence completely lost.

As for that wisp of primal energy, it flowed out, returning to the real world and merging into the magnificent mountains and rivers.

From three directions, the three old men, disheveled and bleeding from their seven orifices, had not participated in the battle itself; they had merely combined their efforts to activate the decree and command sword. But now, one by one, they withered and then exploded.

The Celestial Venerable clad in primal gold armor saw his vision go dark. Those three old men were his grand-uncles, living fossils of his clan, and they had died so miserably!

“I’m not dead, I’m still in the world, I’m still alive! What else do you have, you lineage?!” The being clad in primal gold armor seemed somewhat deranged, but in truth, he was afraid.

He worried about his own fate. How could that strike have missed him?

“Pathetic. Your fate is sealed.”

A cold voice came. The rumbling firmament gradually returned to calm. Yu Shang’s ancestor could only unleash one strike, and then slowly dissipated.

Someone in the renowned mountains and great rivers frowned and said, “Great beings can glimpse a corner of the future before their life imprints vanish.”

At this moment, the three battlefields fell into a brief silence.

However, the tranquility was soon broken.

“Hahaha, you’ve disappeared! You could only unleash one strike like that. Now I’ll kill your descendant, Yu Shang!” The being clad in primal gold armor suddenly burst into mad laughter. He was still afraid.

However, in the end, he didn't know why, but his entire body trembled, and he knelt down with a thud in Yu Shang’s direction, completely out of his control.