Chapter 201: Divine Envoy

An aura from another world—an extraterrestrial being?!

Chu Feng secretly gripped the Vajra Restraint, ready to strike at any moment.

Meanwhile, the Northeast Tiger, a powerful being who had broken six shackles, was also extremely wary. Its large, copper-bell-like eyes glowed with a faint green light, and its mottled body tensed, ready for battle.

From within the mist, a tall, well-built man with a metallic sheen walked steadily forward, step by step. He had long, silver hair that resembled dazzling flames.

As he advanced, the mist parted significantly, revealing his true form.

He wore dark gold armor, not heavy ancient plate armor, but a thin layer resembling metallic clothing. It gave him a valiant and extraordinary aura.

The man was young, appearing to be in his twenties. His battle attire flowed with dark light, and his waist-length silver hair shone brightly. Divine light flickered in his eyes as they opened and closed.

“My name is Aman,” the silver-haired young man introduced himself, a smile on his face. He seemed very peaceful and spoke an Eastern language with perfect enunciation.

Aman was very handsome, with a complexion as pale and luminous as ivory. His forehead was full, his nose bridge high, and his eyes were a clear blue. His demeanor was exceptionally refined.

The Yellow Ox stared intently at an object in Aman’s hand. It was a lamp, entirely silver-white, but within it, black flames flickered.

“My guess was wrong,” the Yellow Ox secretly transmitted to the others with its spiritual sense. “It’s not that this person is from another realm; it’s that the lamp doesn’t belong to this world. It’s extremely dangerous!”

Chu Feng’s eyelids twitched. It was just a lamp, yet it made him feel uneasy.

The Northeast Tiger’s copper-bell-like eyes showed a fierce glint. After a careful assessment, it felt no fear of the young man, but it was highly wary of the silver lamp, sensing something truly terrifying about it.

“I have come to the East, guided by a divine oracle, to speak with the powerful beings here,” Aman stated. His smile was pronounced, revealing a deep inner confidence and a subtle arrogance.

“What do you wish to discuss?” Chu Feng asked, frowning. The man had mentioned a divine oracle; what was his origin?

“This matter can only be discussed with the supreme experts of the East. I kindly ask for an introduction,” Aman replied, his expression calm, polite, and courteous, yet with a clear sense of detachment.

The Black Ox felt uncomfortable. Although the silver-haired man was very polite and wore a gentle smile, there was a hidden arrogance that one could perceive with careful observation.

Aman insisted on speaking only with supreme experts. Did that mean they, the others, weren’t even qualified to know?

The Black Ox grumbled, “What god? I never believe in superstitions; I only believe in evolution!”

“Do not blaspheme; that is wrong!” Aman’s pale and luminous face lost its smile. His silver hair became remarkably radiant and intense.

The Yellow Ox stopped the Black Ox and stepped forward, asking, “The god you speak of hasn’t appeared in this world, has he? Is he in the Great Primeval Mountains?”

The Yellow Ox currently looked like a small boy, with soft, golden hair. He seemed harmless and had a sweet smile. He was carefully observing the man’s expression.

In fact, Chu Feng and the others were also paying close attention, staring at Aman.

Aman’s expression remained unchanged, still smiling, but the Yellow Ox and Chu Feng, relying on their divine senses, detected a ripple in the deepest part of his eyes.

“The god has already arrived and can appear at any moment. Do you wish to behold a divine miracle? You will see one soon.”

“Is that so? So he can’t fully descend yet?” Chu Feng asked.

“The god is beyond doubt; he will appear. To speak of him this way is disrespectful,” Aman said, his expression serious, his tone heavier. His eyes gleamed as he scanned the group.

Chu Feng and the Yellow Ox understood. This so-called god couldn’t cross over yet and was likely still in the Great Primeval Mountains, like the other giant beasts, not daring to easily cross realms.

The Yellow Ox was the first to enter this world and deeply knew how difficult it was to take that step, as one could be incinerated into ash, body and soul utterly destroyed.

The Black Ox also immediately understood what was happening. Its eyes showed disdain. A being that dared not easily set foot in this realm, yet presumed to call itself a god?

And this person before them, carrying the so-called god’s weapon—the silver lamp—actually dared to demand a conversation with the supreme experts of the East. Did he truly think he was a divine envoy?

However, the Yellow Ox did not dare to be careless. This silver-haired man had already broken three shackles, indicating how extraordinary the being behind him was. He hadn’t even truly crossed realms yet, but already had such a subordinate.

That silver lamp belonged to another world and possessed terrifying power; it needed to be taken seriously!

Aman’s expression remained calm. He naturally knew they were probing him, but he didn’t care, not taking it to heart at all, for with strength, one could look down on everything.

“You said you wish to meet the supreme experts of the East for a discussion. You can speak with us,” the Northeast Tiger interjected. It relaxed slightly, reasoning that since it wasn't an extraterrestrial being that had fully descended, this divine envoy, with just one weapon, might not be able to harm it.

“You?” Aman revealed a look of surprise. Although his smile remained, the fleeting arrogance was still caught by the group.

He wore a gentle smile and said, “I apologize, but this matter is not for you to decide. It can only be discussed with the supreme experts of the East.”

The Black Ox fumed. The more polite and brightly smiling the silver-haired man was, the more uncomfortable he felt. The hidden contempt made him very annoyed.

The Northeast Tiger grew even more enraged. Accustomed to reigning supreme in the Greater Khingan Mountains and Siberia, it was now being belittled by a young man. Instantly, its tiger eyes glared, conveying power without needing to roar.

“This King has broken six shackles; am I still not qualified to know of this matter?”

“Oh, my apologies. A top-tier king, I see. Telling you would be fine then,” Aman said. Though he spoke of apologies, his expression remained calm, clearly showing no fear of supreme experts.

He was confident that the silver lamp he carried could suppress the great masters of this world, making it unnecessary to show reverence to this tiger king.

“The god wishes you to spare Schiller,” Aman informed them.

It was a simple sentence, and he said nothing more. This was the matter he had traveled to the East to discuss with the supreme experts.

The Black Ox sneered. What god? You expect Schiller to be pardoned with just a single word? Don’t you know the mad actions of that ambitious knight?

But he didn’t voice it, as the Yellow Ox prevented him from erupting.

Chu Feng’s expression tightened. Schiller was a subordinate of this so-called god? That spelled quite a bit of trouble. He could sense that the god’s strength should not be weak!

“You speak so lightly!” the Northeast Tiger sneered, its expression unfriendly.

“The god also believes Schiller was reckless and that he was at fault this time. He asks the powerful beings of the East to forgive him and give him another chance,” Aman stated, presenting the god’s viewpoint and pleading on Schiller’s behalf. Though polite, there was little sincerity, and his underlying arrogance was evident.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to say that to the other Eastern experts yourself,” the Black Ox couldn’t help but interject. He had always been short-tempered and found this person unbearable.

He was already restraining himself, unwilling to easily make an enemy of the so-called divine lineage.

“Is that so? I will go then!” Aman replied.

“I’m curious, how ancient is your god, and does he remain eternally youthful?” the Yellow Ox asked.

“Naturally, eternally youthful!” Aman nodded and gently activated the silver lamp. Instantly, a hazy phantom appeared—the figure of a man.

“Hm?”

The group was surprised, their expressions changing.

The man who appeared on the silver lamp was an Easterner, and very young. He wore ancient attire, wreathed in black flames.

Aman was demonstrating his power. When the silver lamp was activated, it emitted terrifying energy fluctuations and an extremely intimidating pressure.

The Northeast Tiger was wary, its pupils constricting.

“Alright, you go find the supreme experts of the East. We’re not going the same way,” the Yellow Ox said.

After saying this, he and Chu Feng pulled the Black Ox and the Tiger King along and left immediately, stepping out of the misty area and walking towards Kunlun Mountain.

Aman watched their retreating figures. The gentle smile vanished from his face, replaced by cold arrogance and disdain in his eyes. A black bird king flew in, and he leaped onto its back, no longer lingering there, heading towards Kunlun Mountain.

As he flew past Chu Feng and the others, he cast a contemptuous glance downwards without speaking, then rapidly disappeared into the sky.

“He’s a very conceited and arrogant person,” Chu Feng remarked.

“What’s the deal with this so-called god?” the Northeast Tiger asked, concerned. It could now reign supreme in this world, but with a god suddenly about to descend, its comfortable days were likely coming to an end.

“I don’t think that god’s strength will be ridiculously high,” Chu Feng said.

The Yellow Ox said, “Exactly. He gave his weapon to Aman, but not to Schiller, which tells you something. He’s wary, afraid Schiller might surpass him if he possessed the weapon.”

“That makes sense!” the Black Ox nodded.

“Can we intercept and kill that so-called divine envoy and snatch that weapon?” the Northeast Tiger asked, its copper-bell-like eyes gleaming. It was not one to be trifled with.

“Don’t act rashly,” the Yellow Ox cautioned. It speculated that the weapon was tricky, and the black flames within might be primordial fire, possessing infinite power.

One must know that even a small amount of solar fire essence could currently injure king-level beings, so primordial fire, being its counterpart, would naturally be extremely terrifying.

Furthermore, the Yellow Ox suspected that this so-called god was merely a young disciple of a certain lineage, and he had reason to believe it.

“The phantom on that silver lamp just now, wearing ancient attire, strongly resembled a young Easterner,” Chu Feng observed.

“I suspect he might be connected to the Ancient Taiyin Holy Land, perhaps one of their disciples or inheritors,” the Yellow Ox said, its gaze thoughtful.

The group continued to chat as they walked, deducing many things.

“It seems this world is about to face turmoil,” the Northeast Tiger muttered, clicking its tongue. “If all those divine sons and inheritors from various lineages arrive, then we’ll be in big trouble.”

It felt that those people were coming too soon; they weren’t ready yet. They should be at the peak of strength to have more confidence in facing the world’s upheaval.

The Yellow Ox shook its head, not overly concerned. Its view was clear: it wouldn't be easy for these people to step over; they would have to pay a price of life and death!

Even that disciple from the Taiyin Sect currently had to hide in the Great Primeval Mountains, not daring to take that step.

“Let the great era of conquest begin! Divine sons, holy sons, imperial daughters, come all you may! Old Black will handle them all! The males will be suppressed, and as for the females, heh heh, ha ha, divine maidens, holy maidens, you’re staying!” The Black Ox laughed wildly.

After saying this, he slung an arm around Chu Feng and the Northeast Tiger, chuckling incessantly with them, excluding only the Yellow Ox, who was still in the form of a child.

“Don’t corrupt the child,” even Chu Feng remarked.

The Yellow Ox glared, looking at the three rascals.

Afterward, they hurried towards Kunlun. The Yellow Ox was eager to find the Sacred Weapon-Forging Tree to help him forge and temper a weapon, as he felt under pressure.

“If Chu Feng’s Vajra Restraint were to strike unexpectedly, it might be able to destroy that silver lamp, but we must avoid the black solar fire essence ourselves,” the Yellow Ox analyzed on the way.

They had already begun planning to “hunt the god.” Given the divine envoy Aman’s personality, it was likely he would soon become their enemy, and the god behind him might also appear.

Upon returning to Kunlun, Chu Feng and the others heard momentous news!

The Peacock King and the Golden Crow King were severely wounded in the Himalayas, nearly losing their lives there.

“How is that possible?!” Chu Feng and the others found it hard to believe.

Given the strength of those two, there should have been no mishaps while pursuing the ancient Yoga master Fan Lin.

“It had nothing to do with the deceased Fan Lin. They discovered an ancient temple in the snowy mountains, covered by ice and snow for thousands of years. They led a large group of kings to explore it, but ended up heavily wounded and forced to retreat.”

According to those who participated, thunderous sounds resonated from the ancient temple, and its power was immeasurable.

The Yellow Ox’s eyes immediately widened. It mumbled, “No way? Don’t tell me this world has the complete Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique; that’s a supreme legacy!”

Soon, it thought of the silver lamp again and said, “So-called heavenly thunder can stir up earthly fire. This is a great opportunity!”

“Let’s go! We’ll go back and storm it!” The Yellow Ox had never been so excited, leaping high into the air.

“No way. The Peacock King and others almost died there. Wouldn’t going now be courting death?” Chu Feng threw cold water on his enthusiasm.

“No matter, we can find a way!” The Yellow Ox’s gaze was firm, feeling as if a hundred claws were scratching his heart.

Just then, Chu Feng’s communicator rang. It was his parents. The moment he answered, Wang Jing’s roar came through: “You brat! The great battle is over, and you’re still not coming home!”

Chu Feng felt guilty. He glanced around and saw that everyone had heard and was staring at him. He quickly whispered, “Mom, stop shouting.”

“What do you mean, ‘stop shouting’? Get back here immediately, right now! What kind of life is this, fighting and killing outside every day? This time, you’re getting married at home first before you leave again!” Wang Jing roared ferociously. This time, she had been truly worried and had made up her mind to arrange a marriage for Chu Feng so she could hold a grandchild soon.