Chapter 1363: 惊动上苍

Terrifying wails and howls filled the air, sand flew and stones rolled, and even the galaxy seemed to tear apart—unbelievable events were unfolding by the Soul River. There were violent collisions, and various energies intertwined.

For a moment, a hazy mist spread outwards, attempting to diffuse towards the three-way battlefield, emerging through a special channel.

The battlefield was now a terrifying sight; many small worlds were caught in the aftermath, exploding violently and continuously disintegrating. It was a complete catastrophe.

At the far end of the Soul River, a stone tablet emanated light as yellow sand swirled everywhere. These were once divine souls, now transformed into sand particles, accumulated and whistling through this strange land.

Colossal waves surged as ear-piercing screams emanated from the Soul River. There were beast roars, ghost-like wails, and even planets rolling down from the dim sky, all blood-stained, plummeting into the Soul River.

*Splash!* The waves grew even larger, washing over the firmament and engulfing the sky!

The scene in this area was simply unimaginable. The Soul River wailed, and blood-stained planets fell from the sky, causing the Soul River, millions of miles wide, to roar and unleash world-shaking waves everywhere.

At the very end, bells and cauldrons chimed together, and two fragments resonated, unleashing unparalleled energy as if to pierce through an ancient gateway.

On the mottled, ancient gateway, a deep crimson patch appeared, and horrifying blood flowed down!

The blood was incredibly sinister, emanating a boundless and eerie aura!

This blood was seeping from inside the gate. Had some creature been injured? It was impossible to tell.

After the blood appeared on the gate, the very world became sinister. A terrifying aura expanded, and the blood itself actually tried to melt the fragments within the primordial qi!

At this moment, the stone tablet behind them roared, and endless yellow sand melted, transforming into unique divine particles. Some also became Dao Ancestor material, overwhelming the area and surging towards the gateway.

The area became blurred for a moment.

Furthermore, from the gateway, a faint, dull sound emerged, as if the portal was opening, or a fierce beast was reviving, its throat moving and emitting syllables!

Outside, chaos reigned, and it was utterly terrifying.

As wisps of mist leaked from the energy channel, many secret realms collapsed, resulting in a bloody and brutal scene that filled everyone with horror and dread.

The only fortunate aspect was that Chu Feng's small world had already disintegrated earlier, and the bodies of two Heavenly Venerates had been torn apart, their blood splattering the cursed land. This had already terrified many, prompting them to swiftly evacuate the secret realm areas.

Otherwise, it was impossible to say how many people would have died tragically, how many cultivators would have been annihilated and buried within the exploding secret realms.

Even so, a destructive hurricane formed in the area, causing twenty-three small worlds to shatter in succession, unleashing dazzling bursts of light as if to incinerate the Yang Realm.

In the heart of the explosion, Heavenly Venerates howled, struggling fiercely and clinging to this world, yet unable to resist the hurricane and rapidly perishing.

These were the two Heavenly Venerates whose physical bodies had disintegrated after the secret realm where Chu Feng was located exploded. Parts of their soul-light had escaped, and they had initially hoped to survive.

However, as the area rapidly deteriorated, both met tragic ends.

Eventually, not even a speck of their soul-light remained, burned to ashes. Of course, most of their soul-light had been drawn into the energy channel, transforming into two points of light that submerged into the Soul River.

"Cao De!" cried the Six-Eared Macaque, convinced that his sworn brother was gone forever. If even two Heavenly Venerates had been annihilated, body and soul, how could a Great Saint possibly have survived?

Mi Qing, Li Jiuxiao, and others sighed as well. They had only known Cao De for a short time on the battlefield; could a disciple of the First Mountain truly have met such a tragic end here?

"Brother!" bellowed the Big Black Ox, Old Donkey, and Northeastern Tiger, their eyes red. They had only just reunited; could he really have died again?

By then, they had all retreated to a safe distance, escaping the catastrophe.

Any cultivators who had been too close met tragic ends, either having their soul-light sucked away to the Soul River millions of miles away, or being crushed by the disintegrating small worlds.

At that very moment, even Heavenly Venerates were powerless and dared not approach. Anyone who went near would surely perish!

"One day, I will return!" At that moment, a voice resonated. Chu Feng whispered from within the stone jar; he was about to depart, seizing the chaos to steer the jar away and escape the battlefield.

This was a phrase he had heard earlier from the stone tablet.

Now, he intended to evolve, hoping to rise swiftly and forge his own path.

The world had undergone immense changes. He needed to become stronger to establish himself; otherwise, he would merely be a pathetic ant, unable to participate in the struggles of this chaotic era. He might even be accidentally crushed by the foot of a "giant dragon in the sky" if he wasn't careful.

The stone jar soared across the sky, un-pulled by the Soul River. Instead, it dispersed all the wisps of mist that leaked out, and just before it departed, it glowed, shattering the path.

It almost completely severed the connection between the Soul River and this battlefield.

Chu Feng was awe-struck. The stone jar was now crystalline, almost transparent, allowing him to see everything outside. Could this jar truly possess such immense power?!

From that point, people could only vaguely discern the scene at the far end of the Soul River.

"Did you hear that? I think I just heard Cao De's voice!"

"What did he say?!" Some people didn't believe it.

However, a few exceptionally perceptive individuals indeed felt they might have heard his words.

"It sounded like... 'One day, I will return!' Was he unwilling to accept his fate? Did he intend to reincarnate and come back!?"

Some people were filled with doubt and surprise; a few had indeed heard it, but ninety-nine percent disbelieved. How could a Great Saint dare to make such a boast, and reappear in the world!?

At that moment, many powerhouses from the Yang Realm rushed to the outskirts of the three-way battlefield, witnessing the celestial disaster from afar, hoping to assess its lasting consequences.

At this juncture, Young Lady Xi felt the most regretful; she hadn't had the chance to meet Chu Feng or speak with him privately before he vanished.

Zhou Xi was greatly worried and terrified, unable to calm herself. She feared Chu Feng had truly perished in the collapse of the secret realm; even knowing he had some contingency plans, a chill ran through her.

"Brother Chu Feng!" the silver-haired loli whispered secretly, her face streaming with tears, utterly heartbroken.

At that moment, her sister, Ying Zhexian, stared distractedly at the burning secret realm area. With some recent memories severed, she was left only with a complex array of emotions in the present.

"Cao De, your death is no great loss! But alas, what about the mark of the Yu Shang lineage? It will be severed forever. Oh, the profound hatred!"

A group of powerhouses from the Yuan clan arrived, consumed by immense resentment. As their eyes opened and closed, many unleashed cold, terrifying beams of light, filled with regret.

"Cao De, you want to come back, to reappear? Who do you think you are? What right do you have? Nevertheless, I genuinely hope you do revive and return with the mark!" snarled an old man from the Yuan family, clenching his fists. His hair was completely withered and yellow. This was a mighty figure who had personally arrived, but alas, he was too late.

However, as if in response, a voice truly emerged, shocking everyone.

"One day, I will return!"

This was no longer a voice from the three-way battlefield, but a mysterious fluctuation emanating from the broken stone tablet by the Soul River.

Everyone instantly felt a mental shock, their soul-light seemingly solidifying for a moment.

The Yuan clan members were horrified!

The same words Cao De had uttered? Everyone was astonished, then stared blankly.

The Soul River continued to tremble violently, and people witnessed the final terrifying scene.

The path was about to be completely severed, and everything became indistinct.

At the final moment, all the characters on the stone tablet glowed, and it rose from the ground, pressing down towards the end of the Soul River. Holiness and terror merged in a grand eruption.

Boundless Dao Ancestor material boiled, engulfing the gateway.

In addition, bells and cauldrons chimed and glowed in unison, evaporating the blood seeping from the gateway. The sinister blood could not melt them.

Yellow sand filled the sky, completely covering the end of the Soul River. As the stone tablet pressed down, the gateway wailed, blood splattered three thousand feet high, and a strange, vast mist rapidly expanded.

Had the stone tablet suppressed the area?

Afterwards, the stone tablet, along with the fragments of bells and cauldrons, vanished from the area.

Many people wondered what had truly happened there.

However, that area grew increasingly blurred, even the path leading outwards fractured, and everything became dim and unpredictable.

At this very moment, however, resentful souls howled, attempting to flee and break free from the Soul River bank, carrying bits of information to the observers.

"The end of the Soul River didn't open," wailed a voice. "They haven't returned, and yet it's already like this. My last wisp of true spirit cannot be preserved; am I going to disintegrate?"

Earlier, the creature with decaying wings had not been completely annihilated; a wisp of its true spirit and obsession had clung to a special piece of broken armor.

That piece of broken armor glowed, attempting to break free and escape the Soul River bank.

But now, that piece of broken armor burned, quickly turning to ashes. The creature shrieked, and its last wisp of true spirit and obsession dispersed, never to appear again.

At this moment, a voice from the Yang Realm spoke: "You, with your meager power, dare to attempt a blood sacrifice on the great Yang Realm? You've mistaken this for a small world. This is one of the 'Old Lands' from ancient times; you've come to the wrong place!"

People were astonished, wondering who was speaking.

"Your grandpa is talking, woof!" A large black dog extended its massive head, projecting itself onto the ground from an unknown location.

Beside it lay a broken bell, on which a middle-aged man with dishevelled hair lay prone, appearing as a corpse!

It had actually manifested again, mainly because strange soul energy at the end of the Soul River caused the broken bell with the prone figure to resonate and sense it, thereby alerting the black giant beast.

"I sensed it, that person's cauldron is also resonating," the black giant beast growled. "I'll go find him; I believe he's still alive!" Its projection then vanished.

At this moment, people realized that the true decisive battle at the end of the Soul River had not taken place; there had only been the resonance and collision of weapon fragments.

That eerie place had never truly opened.

From the final obsession-fueled words of the creature with decaying wings, it became clear that the true entities behind the gateway had never actually emerged.

Perhaps, this was merely a prelude to a much larger outburst in the future!

However, the appearance of the Soul River today, with its astonishing expanding aura, the simultaneous chiming of bells and cauldrons, and the stone tablet's final act of suppressing the cursed land, had all sent a terrifying signal.

Strange phenomena appeared across the Yang Realm.

Furthermore, something even more terrifying occurred.

In the firmament, unparalleled energy surged, and then a fissure opened.

A burning yellow paper drifted down, its aura so terrifying that it caused some stars in the extra-territorial sea to ignite!

"What's happening?!"

"My god, parts of the extra-territorial star sea are starting to burn," someone cried out. "The Yang Realm has faced catastrophe repeatedly today; is it truly on the verge of destruction?!"

At that moment, even Heavenly Venerates were screaming, barely able to believe the reality before their eyes.

"What immense power is this?!" exclaimed a mighty figure whose frail, emaciated body trembled so much he could barely stand, his face filled with horror as he gazed at the firmament.

"Could that be the power of the Heavens, disturbing that place?!" whispered an envoy from beyond the realm, their face ashen.

As the yellow paper burned, the Great Dao roared throughout the Yang Realm!

As if sensing something, the complete order of heaven and earth revived, and the entire great Yang Realm vibrated with immense energy.

It was merely a yellow paper covered in writing, yet it possessed such power, leading to such devastating consequences!

It was ignited, and as it fell, the firmament shattered, accompanied by scattered specks of blood.

The only fortunate thing was that it eventually turned to ashes.

A portion of the ashes drifted towards the battlefield, sealing the last fissure connecting the Soul River to the battleground and covering the area.

Another portion drifted into the distance, falling towards the First Mountain.

At that very moment, Number Nine abruptly looked up!