Chapter 170: Gods Die Burning Paper

Before dawn, the world was dim, but the outline of land was visible, bringing them a sense of closeness.

“Goodbye!”

Chu Feng and the two oxen quickly rushed ashore, exhaling deeply. They had finally left the ocean and returned to their home ground. The monster in the sea extended a sharp, scaly claw, waved at them, then parted the water and rode the waves away.

“If you get the chance, leave the barren Mediterranean and find us in the East Sea,” Chu Feng called out. “We’ll take you to the Fusang Tree, and then lead you to the Sea Eye of the East Sea to evolve into a dragon.”

Upon hearing this, the monster plunged with a splash, creating huge waves, and vanished into the deep ocean. It grumbled inwardly, “That fiend wants me as a mount? Traveling the East Sea, he must be joking. I hear there are true dragon nests there!”

On shore, the Black Ox started dozing off again. For the past few days, he had been constantly sleepy, and his body was hot; the side effects of the Myriad Spirits Blood Medicine had not yet worn off.

“Calculating the time, the Fusang Tree in the East Sea should be emerging soon,” the Black Ox said with a yawn. “I wonder if there will be flood dragons or golden crows joining the fun. That place isn’t easy to approach.”

They dared not delay, wishing to return to Kunlun immediately, as the current West was too dangerous. Schiller could even deploy missiles and nuclear weapons; how much power did that imply? Each day they stayed increased the danger, especially since they were currently evolving and could not afford to be disturbed.

“Let’s hurry back; satellites might have locked onto us,” the Black Ox said, feeling overly cautious.

The three traveled through the mountains, avoiding human settlements to prevent exposure. The red sun rose over the mountains, and mist swirled through the lush forests, taking on colorful hues from the morning glow and bringing a touch of warmth. The journey was smooth, and they felt fortunate that their destination wasn’t far. After the world transformation, layered folded spaces appeared everywhere, making a journey of 1,200 li not truly very far.

When they were still dozens of li from the mysterious passage, Chu Feng and the others stopped, carefully sensing their surroundings, afraid of an ambush. They moved stealthily, yawning, and entered the mist. Even with the sun high, its rays couldn’t penetrate, blocked by the white mist, leaving the mountain region hazy and opaque. Yet, it was this very place that, once crossed, led to the East!

Chu Feng went ahead alone, telling the two oxen to lie low and await his signal, to avoid being wiped out together. The two oxen were in a terrible state, too exhausted, and longed to sleep again. Chu Feng walked very slowly for over ten li, moving silently through the white mist. He held a black short sword in one hand, a Vajra Circle in the other, and his crimson flying sword was ready to be unleashed at any moment.

Finally, he reached the most mysterious area. There was a gorge here; passing through it should bring him to Xinjiang. No ambushers! Chu Feng didn’t relax. Like a ghost, he moved forward along the mountain wall, merging completely into the mist, becoming one with the environment. He was concerned that enemies might be hidden inside the gorge. At this moment, his vital signs couldn’t be detected; all his energy was sealed within his body. The path was short and silent, yet Chu Feng took over ten minutes to traverse it, ready for battle at any moment.

Finally, he emerged from the gorge, back in the East, standing in the Xinjiang basin. However, there was still thick white mist, making it difficult to see anything. Chu Feng knew that he just needed to walk a bit further to see clear scenery, so he relaxed slightly.

However, in the very next instant, his muscles tensed, and his hairs stood on end. He knew something was wrong; the enemy was more cunning than he imagined, not guarding the gorge, but waiting at the exit of the path. This was the place where one was most likely to lower their guard, thinking they had escaped. Little did he know, the death trap was just beginning!

A brilliant sword light sliced through the white mist, like a divine sword descending, splitting towards Chu Feng’s head, aiming to cleave him in two. Ovid made his move! He held a gleaming greatsword, clad in luminous armor, with long golden hair flowing down and sharp eyes, like a divine knight from ancient times, ambushing Chu Feng.

It was too late to dodge. Chu Feng swung the Vajra Circle in his hand, meeting the luminous greatsword. A dazzling light erupted between them, and the sound was deafening. A mysterious energy surged, sweeping through the area like a hurricane. Millstone-sized rocks were flung into the air, then exploded. This was a major collision between the two!

Ovid’s realm was very high; he had long broken three shackles, mastered the profound meaning of light, and learned the Church’s Light Sword Art, possessing extraordinary strength. If it were anyone else who had broken only one shackle, they would have been instantly cleaved in two by such a sneak attack. However, the Vajra Circle in Chu Feng’s hand was terrifying. It met the luminous greatsword head-on, and with a crack, it shattered the extraordinary silver sword, destroying it.

“Roar!”

Chu Feng faced threats from multiple directions, as several king-level experts were hidden here, pouncing almost simultaneously. From behind him, a heaven-shaking roar erupted. A snow-white beast, like a small mountain, smacked down a palm-sized claw, as large as a winnowing basket. Chu Feng shattered Ovid’s luminous greatsword and immediately shifted his body. The huge claw slammed into the ground, causing the earth to tremble. In an instant, earth and stones splattered, the ground cracked open, and multi-thousand-pound boulders were sent flying into the air by the impact. This Beast King possessed boundless strength.

Before Chu Feng could steady himself, a blinding sword light burst forth, blocking his path. It was a young woman, clad in luminous armor, holding a silver sword, thrusting it towards Chu Feng’s back. This woman had also broken three shackles, with strength comparable to Ovid’s. Chu Feng activated his crimson flying sword, holding it behind him to parry this fatal strike. If he hadn’t mastered mental martial arts, he would have already been bleeding profusely from such an encirclement and this final attack.

“Roar…”

However, there were more ambushers than he had imagined. Several other Beast Kings appeared, bringing strong winds and flying sand and stones, pouncing on him. Chu Feng roared, unleashing his Ox Demon Sound Art, shaking the surroundings. At the same time, he activated a special breathing technique to enhance the sound waves, attacking their minds. He wielded the Vajra Circle and the black short sword, and activated the crimson flying sword, forcing back a Beast King behind him and blocking the other fatal attacks, then turned and fled back into the gorge.

The path back to the East was blocked. “Where do you think you’re going?!” The several individuals behind him, led by Ovid, pursued him. All of them radiated terrifying king-level pressure; the ground cracked under their feet as they chased at supersonic speed. The air exploded, like a thunder tribulation, shaking this misty area.

Chu Feng passed through the gorge and returned to the Greek mountains. He ran frantically because his current state was too poor; although not as exhausted as the two oxen who yearned to drop and sleep, he was still very low on energy. He was in the midst of evolution, his transformation not yet complete, and it was not suitable for a major battle in this state. Moreover, this was a group of king-level beings. If he truly stopped, his end would likely be tragic, as even the weakest among them had broken two shackles.

Chu Feng passed the hidden spot of the Yellow Ox and the others like a clap of thunder, rushing into the distance. The strong winds swept up rocks and vegetation, and the ground cracked beneath his feet. The pursuers behind him were also moving at supersonic speeds, even faster, closing the distance!

The Yellow Ox and Black Ox stared wide-eyed, wishing they could immediately rush out. But Chu Feng had an agreement with them, warning them not to show themselves. If he was being chased, it was their chance to escape back to the East and summon reinforcements! One must know, Kunlun had peerless masters residing there! In their current state, with their bodies hot, minds exhausted, and being extremely sleepy, they were absolutely unfit for intense battle. Fighting would only lead to a pointless death. They had each eaten two flower buds, and their side effects were double Chu Feng’s.

At this moment, both their eyes were red, and they felt an unbearable pain in their hearts. They were not cold-blooded by nature; seeing their brother risk his life to lead the enemies away, their clenched fists trembled.

“Go!”

Finally, they plunged into the mist without looking back, passed through the gorge, and fled back to the East. “Chu Feng, brother, you must live! Wait for us to bring reinforcements!” the Black Ox roared. “Schiller, just you wait!” the Yellow Ox shouted. Though exhausted, they still ran frantically, speeding across the land of Xinjiang towards Kunlun Mountain.

Unfortunately, the distance was too vast; Kunlun was very far away! The two oxen were burning with anxiety, crossing mountains and valleys, desperately wanting to subdue a fierce bird to carry them through the air. Unfortunately, this was not Kunlun Mountain, where powerful exotic birds were easily found; even if they spotted one, it would be difficult to approach.

“Chu Feng, you *must* survive!”

The two oxen were on the verge of madness, running until their bodies spasmed, their blood boiling, feeling as if they were about to burn up. At this moment, Chu Feng was indeed in great trouble, being pursued by eight king-level beings. Even in good condition, he would not be their match, as he had only broken one shackle. How could he resist? He had the Vajra Circle; if he struck unexpectedly, he could likely kill one of them. But if he stopped, even for a brief moment, he would surely die, given his low cultivation level!

“Brother Chu, don’t run. Let’s talk,” Ovid called from behind, a smile on his face, his golden hair fluttering behind him like flames. Chu Feng ignored him. Indeed, one can know a face but not the heart. That day in the Vatican, Ovid had so enthusiastically guided him, the Yellow Ox, and the Black Ox around the city, showing them the sacred medicine garden. Who would have thought he was Schiller’s right-hand man, now leading the pursuit of Chu Feng? There was no doubt that if Chu Feng stopped, Ovid would surely swing his luminous greatsword to strike him; he had already tried to ambush him moments ago.

Chu Feng ran frantically, but none of the eight beings behind him were weak; they were all very fast, as the more shackles broken, the stronger the physique. A gigantic white bear, like a small mountain, roared and leaped, pouncing towards him. Its speed was terrifying, like an avalanche, vast and overwhelming, threatening to bury him. Chu Feng had to change direction, and this immediately gave them an opening. Ovid’s broken sword sliced across his back, leaving a bloody gash almost reaching the bone.

“Unless you kill me, you will all pay the price!”

Chu Feng fled, traversing mountains and ridges. He was more familiar with the mountainous terrain than his pursuers, having just come from here, which was an advantage. “Heh, you still want to live?” a Beast King sneered. “Lord Schiller wants you dead, and the Black Dragon King and Arctic King want to devour your flesh and blood. It’s a joke that you still fantasize about staying in this world!”

“Where’s Red Scale? Why isn’t he here? If he were here, soaring through the sky, he would have caught this Eastern kid long ago. He wouldn’t have been allowed to live for another moment,” the white bear grumbled.

“Dear Chu, if you just stop, there might be a chance for you to live, you know. We are both human; we will protect you.” The blonde woman smiled, young and vibrant, with exquisite features, skin as white and delicate as porcelain, and golden hair fluttering. Her figure was graceful and slender as she rapidly pursued him, carrying her silver sword.

“Joanna, Chu is too timid; he doesn’t trust us. Let me force him to stay,” Ovid chuckled.

“What ‘Fiend Chu’? He doesn’t even have the courage to fight us, yet he dares to cause trouble on Western lands? Coward!” roared a black Earth Dragon. He was a subordinate of the Black Dragon King, very powerful.

Chu Feng ignored their taunts. At this moment, he had only one thought: escape, survive! As long as he lived, there was hope. He would settle accounts with them in the West after his evolution was complete.

Splash!

Finally, Chu Feng leaped into the sea, plunging into the water. “Damn it, don’t let him escape!” Ovid’s expression changed. “Who’s good in the water? We must intercept and kill him here!” Joanna, clad in her luminous armor, was valiant and striking. Her beautiful face was now filled with killing intent, her warm smile gone, replaced by cold, sharp eyes.

“I’ll kill him!” the white bear plunged into the sea with a splash and pursued.

“We’ll go together too; we can’t let him escape. The white bear might run into trouble alone.” Although none of them were skilled swimmers, they were king-level beings and could still move quickly in the water. Of course, it couldn’t compare to their speed on land. Schiller’s, the Black Dragon King’s, and the Arctic King’s subordinates—a total of eight top experts—jointly pursued Chu Feng, stirring up huge waves in the Mediterranean Sea. They were fearless, not worrying about sea monsters. What was there to fear with so many king-level experts gathered together? Furthermore, they all knew that the Mediterranean was barren and surrounded by land, with no truly terrifying species.

“Is that all you’ve got, Fiend Chu? Just running away? You truly disappoint me!” the white bear roared.

“You call yourself a fiend? You’re too weak!” the black Earth Dragon roared, parting the waves and pursuing rapidly.

“Chu, don’t be afraid, we’re here,” Ovid also transmitted, chasing him in the sea with his broken sword.

Boom!

Suddenly, a violent roar came from ahead. Two enormous monsters were fighting deep within the Mediterranean, their churning water waves rising high into the sky. “God, what is that monster?!” Joanna shrieked. Because the waves were too immense, like a tsunami. Vaguely, they saw a black monster leap out of the water, a thousand meters long. “That’s a king-level whale! How is that possible? Aren’t there no longer such creatures in the Mediterranean?!” Ovid exclaimed. The pressure radiating from that king-level creature sent shivers down their spines. It was a terrifying being that had broken at least five or six shackles, currently battling another mysterious creature.

Bang!

Ultimately, the other monster was defeated by the Whale King, leaving much blood behind, and fled. “He fled towards the whale, should we still pursue?” The white bear and the others were anxious, wanting to pursue Chu Feng, but also afraid that the monster would get angry and turn on them. But if they didn’t pursue, Chu Feng would soon vanish into the vast ocean.

“No good, hurry and go!” Joanna shrieked, as the monster opened its mouth, forming a black vortex that threatened to devour everything. “Chu Feng was swallowed by it?” The eight experts were horrified. Afterwards, they turned and fled quickly, no longer daring to approach that area.

“I can’t believe he died like that,” Ovid shook his head and sighed. “What a pity, we couldn’t bring his head back.”

In the outside world, these past few days had been utterly tumultuous. The battle in the Vatican saw king-level beings falling in droves, their bones piling up like mountains, shocking the entire world. This was more terrifying than a magnitude 12 earthquake, causing massive upheaval in both the East and the West. The death of so many king-level beings was like a hole torn in the sky. At the very least, many clans were furious, demanding to know what had happened because their high-level experts hadn’t returned.

All major financial groups and powers were terrified. Everyone knew there was a huge problem; how could so many king-level powerhouses die all at once? Yet, no one dared to go to the Vatican to investigate. After all, so many king-level beings lay dead there, and clear photos had been circulated.

“Someone forcefully entered a forbidden area within the Vatican, leading to a shocking upheaval and a tragic outcome,” was the explanation finally released from the Vatican.

“I don’t believe it; there must be a conspiracy!”

“What about the Silver Moon Wolf King?!” someone asked. After all, he was a powerhouse who had broken six shackles. Had he died in there too? “The Silver Moon Wolf King has fallen, his body dismembered.” Photos were circulated, shocking both East and West; such a peerless expert had actually died there. Who would dare investigate now? That was absolutely a dragon’s den and a tiger’s lair.

In these past few days, the East and West were in an uproar, unable to calm down; this incident had too great an impact. “What about Chu Feng? Did he die too?” someone asked. “Deceased.” This was the Vatican’s reply, as they had received news that Chu Feng had been buried in the belly of the Whale King.

“What?! God Chu is dead?!” Many in the East sighed. Although they had a premonition, it was still hard to accept. At this moment, many associated with Chu Feng were heartbroken and unwilling to accept this fact.

“Bullshit! My brother isn’t dead! Just you wait, I will get revenge!” A day later, roars echoed from Kunlun Mountain. The Black Ox and Yellow Ox had returned. They finally subdued a giant bird that carried them back to Kunlun, startling a group of great demons who immediately surrounded them, asking what had happened. Because the outside world was in chaos, and only the two of them had returned alive.

“Quick, save my brother!” the two oxen cried out, their emotions unstable and mental fluctuations violent, begging the Mastiff King and others to rescue Chu Feng. However, before they could act, a shocking piece of news spread throughout the East and West. The Black Dragon King and the Arctic King were launching an Eastern Crusade, intending to march on Kunlun Mountain, demanding the two oxen be handed over, and openly stating that the Vatican bloodbath was related to Chu Feng, the Yellow Ox, and the Black Ox!

This sparked an unprecedented uproar! Two peerless kings who had broken six shackles were embarking on an Eastern Crusade, leading their forces to invade Kunlun Mountain in the East. The world was in turmoil. Some Eastern powerhouses were shocked and enraged. What did the Western kings intend to do?!

Some were worried, others rejoiced. At least, upon receiving news of Chu Feng’s demise, many exotic beings in the East smiled. Xu Wanyi, daughter-in-law of the Lin family from Heavenly God Biotech, was also very happy, sipping red wine and humming a tune, feeling incredibly pleasant.

“I don’t believe it. Boss isn’t dead; he’ll definitely come back alive and kill all the evil spirits then!” Du Huaijin, Ouyang Qing, and others didn’t believe it.

“God Chu is dead; burn paper offerings if you have something to tell him.” This time, Hu Sheng didn’t practice silent meditation, muttering mysteriously.

Xiong Kun’s fur bristled, saying, “Fox, can I curse him twice this time? He should be finished; the Vatican sent back exact news.”

“This time, he probably couldn’t escape,” Hu Sheng said.

“Wasn’t this guy always incredibly lucky? Did he just die like that?” Jiang Luoshen wondered.

Lin Nuoyi stood by the East Sea, trying to call Chu Feng’s communicator, but couldn’t get through.