Chapter 1350: Who Am I Really

Yuan Ling's neck was unnaturally twisted, almost broken, with his face turned towards the back of his neck. He activated his energy, his bones crackling, and instantly turned his head.

He had almost had his neck snapped, his head nearly knocked off by Cao De?

He stared fixedly at Cao De. How had he become a Divine King? He was clearly a Great Saint; crossing so many realms all at once was too unrealistic.

Yuan Ling's aura surged, his peak Divine King energy swirling around him. His entire body was enveloped in purple light, radiating billions of divine rays. Outside, he would have shone dozens of times brighter than the sun in the sky.

Now, his killing intent was overwhelming. His light filled the stone jar, purple energy surging and illuminating everything. He was like a divine sovereign from myth, intent on creating heaven and earth.

“Cao De, what exactly are you?!” he demanded. Although he yearned to kill his opponent, he had too many questions.

“Who am I? I rose in the competition of the heavens, making countless worlds tremble. Of course, you can also call me Chu Ultimate—Chu Feng!”

He no longer concealed his power, releasing his energy here. The inside of the stone jar was isolated from the outside world; even heavenly tribulations were blocked, unable to sense the aura within.

Yuan Ling wanted to obliterate him with his gaze, his eyes filled with endless iciness.

However, he was quickly struck by surprise and doubt again, his pupils contracting. The name Chu Feng felt somewhat familiar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Then his heart skipped a beat as he recalled something.

As a Heavenly Venerate, his supernatural abilities were naturally extraordinary, and news he heard rarely vanished from his memory.

He had heard of the name Chu Feng in connection with an ultimate artifact from the Yang realm that was lost in the Lesser Yin realm. Even Tai Wu had once sought it, only for a dao body to perish in the attempt.

“One of the ultimate artifacts of the Yang realm, lost in the Lesser Yin realm, is connected to your name!”

Thousands of dense chains of divine order emerged from Yuan Ling's body, sealing off the area. He worried about the news leaking out, fearing he wouldn't be able to claim the treasure alone!

But he quickly realized that wasn't necessary; the place was completely isolated from the outside.

“This is interesting. A stray spirit from the Lesser Yin realm has actually come to the Yang realm. That place is merely a graveyard, and you are a creature born there.”

Yuan Ling locked onto Chu Feng, his eyes blazing. He examined the space, looking at the stone jar's walls, and realized what it was.

An ultimate artifact of the Yang realm!

“Heh heh, to willingly offer me such a supreme treasure! Although I suffered humiliation from Yu Shang today, the world is balanced, and I find a pleasant surprise with you!”

A brilliant smile spread across his face, and endless excitement and joy filled his heart. At the same time, he was profoundly shaken, having never expected to encounter an ultimate artifact!

What more could Chu Feng say to this? He could only fight until Yuan Ling regained his senses and understood exactly who he was facing.

Chu Feng's entire body glowed with symbols, as if wrapped in a ball of flame. In reality, these were manifestations of order and rules, erupting with every movement of his hands and feet!

The aura of a Great Divine King, omnipotent and overwhelming, filled and compressed the stone jar's interior.

Chu Feng punched forward, his attack power astonishing, radiating dazzling light. An ordinary Divine King would explode if struck by his punch!

Neither dao bones nor Divine King blood would be enough; they would all be pierced through.

Yuan Ling was fearless. He crossed his arms, burning with blinding purple light, and a shield appeared, a manifestation of a wondrous technique.

The shield was unique, inscribed with scriptures. It faintly seemed connected to a great world, communicating with the prehistoric era, summoning the energy of a forbidden existence.

He blocked Chu Feng's punch, but also concealed offensive energy.

Crack!

Indeed, the shield was like a miniature world, vast within, condensing endless characters that transformed into myriad stars. Like a sea of stars, they surged forth, akin to a universe pressing down, carrying thunder with them.

In such a confined space, such a grand confrontation between the two was truly terrifying. Other Divine Kings here would undoubtedly die, crushed into bloodied pulp.

In the end, Yuan Ling was sent flying backward, slamming into the stone jar's wall. His body shook violently, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and finally, he continuously spat blood from his mouth. He could not believe it; he had actually lost?

In their first exchange, a direct clash, he was sent flying by a mere youth, constantly coughing up blood without stop.

It should be noted that he was still wearing his mother-gold armor.

“A Great Divine King? But I am a Heavenly Venerate. I have comprehended a profounder realm; even if I've fallen, I am not someone ordinary people can injure.”

He was somewhat shocked, even more surprised than when he was suppressed by Yu Shang. He simply couldn't tolerate it; he had actually been overwhelmed by a mere youth in a direct confrontation!

“I am Chu Ultimate!” Chu Feng declared, looking down.

These indifferent, unconcerned words made veins bulge on Yuan Ling's forehead. However, he realized he had fallen into a dangerous situation.

If not for the mother-gold armor glowing on his body just now, he might have been in grave danger.

Unfortunately, Yu Shang had severed the interwoven rules within this mother-gold armor, causing it to fall from the Heavenly Venerate level and become a Divine King artifact.

Suddenly, Yuan Ling glowed, divine patterns erupting from his pores. From his eyes, order, like immortal swords, flew out, evolving into nine sword embryos. These formed a sword domain that swept over.

“Hm?” Chu Feng sensed a hint of threat. Within it, the profound mysteries of a Heavenly Venerate were faintly discernible.

The miniature world inside the stone jar began to crackle and burst. The void itself split open, black fissures spreading, all caused by the nine swords.

However, somewhat regrettably, it was still not a true Heavenly Venerate domain. It was merely a Divine King's peak sword domain, twisting forward. The nine sword embryos were like nine true dragons emerging, their aura immense, shredding the void.

Chu Feng's entire body glowed, and white mist spewed from his mouth and nose. Using his breathing technique in conjunction with the Ultimate Fist, his crystalline fists smashed into the nine sword embryos.

Amidst the deafening metallic clangs, the nine order sword embryos wailed. Finally, they all exploded, their energy boiling. Such an event in this confined space was truly hellish.

After the sword embryos exploded, countless sword energies could be seen, tearing through space and densely interweaving on Yuan Ling's body. They severely wounded his forehead, cheeks, and hands, leaving him bleeding profusely, revealing white bone.

Even other parts protected by armor were split and dented, causing him to cough up blood repeatedly.

It goes without saying that if these nine sword embryos had exploded in the outside world, they would have been enough to evaporate great rivers, destroy vast stretches of magnificent mountains and rivers, possessing the power to sever the heavens!

Chu Feng chanted scriptures, countless symbols appearing around his body. His hands transformed into grinding discs, positioned in front of him, grinding away all incoming sword energies and protecting himself from harm.

Furthermore, the Vajra Ring also appeared, suspended above his head, letting down billions of divine rays. As it slowly rotated, it shielded him, keeping him safe.

Even if some sword energies broke through, they were swallowed by the black hole inside the Vajra Ring, disappearing without a trace.

Yuan Ling did not stop. The battle blood in his body boiled. Naturally, he was unwilling to be suppressed by a mere youth; this concerned his very survival, and face was already a minor matter, negligible.

At this moment, his body crackled incessantly. Wings appeared behind him, golden feathers flashing, and order, like terrifying waves, surged forward.

Additionally, horns grew on his head, and his entire being transformed into an extraordinary combat body. He was also chanting scriptures, as if communicating with another realm, attempting to summon power that didn't belong to him.

“Why are you still struggling? Just die!” Chu Feng struck with lethal intent.

The Vajra Ring suddenly smashed out with a bang, almost instantly shattering Yuan Ling's powerful Divine King body. If not for the protection of his mother-gold armor, he would undoubtedly have been torn apart, his bones broken, his muscles snapped, turning into a bloody mist. Even as he was sent flying like this, he nearly disintegrated, slamming against the stone wall.

His Divine King combat body vanished, but instantly, his soul light ignited. He was like a phoenix undergoing nirvana, reappearing with a terrifying physique.

Especially behind him, purple mist surged, revealing a figure. It seemed to have walked from several epochs ago, bearing various great dao weapons, condensing an unparalleled Dharma body, and charging forward, attacking alongside Yuan Ling.

Ultimate Fist!

Seven Treasures Wondrous Technique!

Daoist Breathing Technique!

The Stone Grinding Disc manifested golden characters!

What if you were once a Heavenly Venerate? Now you are still just a Divine King!

Chu Feng directly bombarded him with powerful means. As a result, Yuan Ling's body disintegrated, ragged within his mother-gold armor. Most critically, the figure in the purple mist behind him was pierced through and dispersed.

The Vajra Ring flew out, confining Yuan Ling, binding him within it. Moreover, the pristine white precious ring continuously glowed. With a crackling sound, Yuan Ling's mother-gold armor dimmed, surprisingly transforming into common gold, then shattered into dust!

At the same time, Chu Feng was astonished to find that streams of light flowed into his Vajra Ring, which absorbed their essence.

This change was astonishing!

Yuan Ling fell to the ground, tattered and almost unrecognizable, reduced to a heap of rotten flesh.

“Who would have thought,” he sighed, “that a place like the Lesser Yin realm, a graveyard since ancient times, would produce a lone wandering spirit that could grow to this extent.” He felt unwillingness, despair, and profound absurdity that a Heavenly Venerate-level being like himself was about to die at the hands of a mere youth.

“What did you say? What about the Lesser Yin realm? Why is it a graveyard?” Chu Feng asked.

“We all know that life there was extinguished long ago, becoming an eternal burial ground, planet after planet, burial ground after burial ground, once interred by Emperors. How then did a being like you emerge in this generation? Are you an heroic spirit that escaped from some prehistoric grand tomb?!”

Yuan Ling looked at him with suspicious eyes. He knew he was about to die, but he desperately wanted to understand Chu Feng's origins. It was hard to believe that a being from the Lesser Yin realm could be so powerful, capable of destroying a Heavenly Venerate path-taker like himself while still a youth.

Chu Feng pressed him, demanding he reveal the past of the Lesser Yin realm and the secrets of the Yuan clan. However, after being interrogated in this manner, Yuan Ling sneered and refused to speak further.

“Since you're playing mute, what use are you to me?!” Chu Feng stepped forward and stomped him to death, his body and spirit utterly destroyed, a splash of blood on the ground.

He opened the stone jar, gave it a fierce shake, and vibrated away the ashes, cleaning the small battlefield.

That the Lesser Yin realm was a graveyard was something Chu Feng had heard before, but hearing it from Yuan Ling now still struck him as eerie and unusual.

Especially since it involved high-level ultimate beings who had personally buried the realm, what was the reason for this?

Also, Number Nine had once mentioned that someone had depicted his birthplace, that aqua-blue planet, as extraordinary, implying some great upheaval there as well.

Furthermore, the large black dog had also stared at his face with a strange, inscrutable expression, telling him to seek out the Empress, which surely meant there was some 'inside story'.

Chu Feng traversed this small secret realm, seeking opportunities within this miniature world. He had long sensed the strangeness of the place, so he didn't want Yuan Ling to destroy the secret realm and instead brought him into the stone jar for their decisive battle.

Instantly, he arrived deep within the secret realm, seeing many people lying on the ground as if in deep slumber. Ahead, an area of rippling light shone, resembling a place of reincarnation, lulling people into sleep, making them forget everything.

“Is this the Sea of Reincarnation?!”

He was startled, because after reaching this point, he too felt a tremor, almost lapsing into unconsciousness. With his Fiery Golden Eyes, he saw the truth: the power of reincarnation and rebirth was incredibly dense there.

Most crucially, this place caused one's soul light to leave the body, constantly resonating, as if to reveal all past lives.

At the same time, strange chanting echoed in this area, like the twilight arriving in the underworld, with souls from all heavens hurrying to a destination.

All these signs, everything, matched what was recorded in historical texts. Was this the legendary Lake of Reincarnation?!

After arriving in the Yang realm, Chu Feng had researched various ancient secrets. Besides questioning Old Gu about Li and others, he had also inquired about numerous special hidden facts and rare artifacts.

Therefore, he now confirmed that this was the Sea of Reincarnation.

Though called a sea, it was actually just a small body of water, only a few feet square.

Chu Feng forced himself to stay alert. He walked over and looked into the lake, wanting to see if he had a past life, a future life, and so on.

Essentially, he didn't really believe in fatalism, thinking that reincarnation was merely the material transmigration of life, passing through a channel, rather than a fixed destiny.

However, at this moment, he was horrified. What did he see?

He stared at the small body of water, only a few feet square. A chill ran down his spine. He felt he had glimpsed a terrible truth.