Chapter 515: Stormy and Turbulent Era

Chu Feng was heading to Immemorial Mountain. It had been a while since his last visit, and he wondered how Yellow Ox, Big Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, Old Donkey, and Ouyang Feng were doing, and if they had left him any messages on the stone wall.

Thinking about them, Chu Feng's emotions stirred as he recalled their time together. If those few were to appear now, things would certainly be much livelier.

He imagined that if Big Black Ox, that old rogue, were around, abducting divine sons, hunting down saintesses, and holding various auctions would surely go much more smoothly.

And with Northeast Tiger and Old Donkey joining in, the scene would truly be unimaginable.

As for Ouyang Feng, if he were to emerge with that characteristic sideways glance, looking at divine sons, saintesses, and even saints from other domains, he probably wouldn't need to say much to make enemies everywhere.

Chu Feng felt a sense of nostalgia, recalling his time with them. Despite facing various dangers and numerous troubles, those days had been incredibly joyful and pleasant.

"I estimate that it will be some time before the so-called undersea cave dwelling appears," Chu Feng told Yuan Mo and Zi Lan. "I'm short on time and really don't have the patience to wait here. You two keep an eye out; if it emerges, go right in and fiercely contend for the opportunities and good fortune!"

Before leaving, Chu Feng hosted Yuan Mo and Zi Lan for a full fish banquet on the large ship in the azure sea, telling them to act freely and without reservation.

The Divine Race's meat, shimmering with golden light, emitted a rich aroma that drifted for several miles.

Yuan Mo, full of wildness, ate large portions of meat and drank heavily. There was no need for Chu Feng to say much; he was untamed and defiant.

Zi Lan, on the other hand, nodded continuously like a pecking chick, eager for him to leave quickly. Being around this devil made her feel uneasy, like a timid young wife.

As for Divine Son Zhan He and Saintess Li Feng, who had a slender figure like a supermodel, they were quite composed and would not defy Chu Feng now.

Chu Feng's comm-device was turned off because too many people were trying to contact him. There were old monsters wanting to buy Divine Race meat and mysterious buyers inquiring about saintesses; it was too chaotic.

"Someone has sent you a message," Zi Lan exclaimed, her small, rosy mouth forming an 'O' shape, her beautiful pupils wide with surprise.

"It's those people wanting to buy saintesses and imperial daughters again, isn't it?" Chu Feng said calmly. "Tell them I'm temporarily out of stock. I'll go hunting again when I return. Oh, and I'll keep a few 'treasure-grade' saintesses for myself. Even if I can't get a dozen, I'll at least create a 'Nine Beauties' collection."

Hearing this, Zi Lan and Li Feng furrowed their brows in exasperation, but dared not retort, only pouting.

"Oh, right, are there any particularly famous divine daughters, saintesses, or imperial daughters? Is Lan Shi the most renowned right now?"

Yuan Mo interjected, "Yes, there's Ying Zhexian. She's a prodigy divine daughter and a star renowned across the cosmos. She's from the top ten great clans, and her younger brother is Ying Wudi. Do you dare to capture her?"

Chu Feng was unconcerned. "She hasn't entered Earth and bears no grudge against me, so I'd feel bad targeting her. But you two keep an eye out for me. If an enemy of that caliber truly arrives, for example, if that Young God's older or younger sister happens to appear, contact me immediately."

Both Yuan Mo and Zhan He wore strange expressions. This devil was truly brazen, wanting to cause trouble without limit. The Young God hadn't even arrived yet, and Chu Feng was already thinking about his sisters.

"Hey, I have important news; you're getting off topic," Zi Lan spoke up again.

"We're talking about beauties, why are you unhappy?" Yuan Mo shot her a glance.

"The Ninth under the Stars, Saint Wei Heng, has spoken," Zi Lan informed Chu Feng. "He says if you dare to cause any more trouble, he'll crush you with a single finger!"

Saint Wei Heng of the Xilin Clan was utterly contemptuous, just as he had been during his last visit to Earth, looking down upon the life-bearing planet from on high, speaking cruelly and disdainfully.

"Wei Jun Tuodan, he actually responded to me?!" Chu Feng was startled.

"However, he disdains to fight you," Zi Lan relayed. "He says you're not qualified, and that when he was invincible throughout the world, you were nothing more than a speck of dust."

"Wei Heng!" Chu Feng's smile vanished, replaced by a surge of killing intent. He thought of Old Saint Uncle Ming, whose head Wei Heng had severed and pickled in a jar. He wished he could immediately charge towards the Xilin Clan and slay him.

The Ninth under the Stars from yesteryear had indeed astonished the world, and now he was renowned across the star sea, proclaimed a peerless saint, unrivaled among his peers, and terrifyingly powerful.

Zi Lan informed him, "He says his descendant is already on their way and will soon enter Earth. This is the current Divine Son of the Xilin Clan. After they eliminate you, they will announce the formal return of the Xilin Clan, making them the masters of this planet once again."

She was quite diligent and dutiful, relaying the news from the cosmos to him.

Chu Feng said, "That Wei Jun Tuodan, he's still acting high and mighty. Fine, I'll slaughter his descendant and see who else he sends. The Divine Son of the Xilin Clan, the strongest successor of their generation, is arriving at just the right time!"

Everyone present knew that the Xilin Clan's Divine Son crossing realms was a serious matter, no less impactful than the arrival of the Divine Race's Young God, as it concerned the struggle for Earth's legitimate rule.

The Xilin Clan had long since rebelled and departed. Now they wanted to return, intending to use Chu Feng as a sacrifice to herald their comeback!

They were incredibly arrogant, disdainful of Earth's current native evolutionaries, whom they considered mixed-blood descendants and not legitimate. They believed only their return would be rightful, allowing them to rise gloriously as the mother planet recovered.

"Who else is coming?"

Chu Feng was very composed this time, calm in his heart. He had long anticipated a storm brewing on Earth, with a wave of formidable characters arriving, and it had indeed begun.

"The Divine Son of the Mechanical Race is also arriving, claiming he wants to 'spar' with you!"

The term "sparring" was too polite; in reality, he intended to kill Chu Feng. This race was very powerful and shared an exceptionally close alliance with the Xilin Clan.

"Those machines should all be melted down into scrap metal!" Chu Feng said coldly.

He naturally hadn't forgotten the last time the mechanical army swept across, pursuing him for thousands of miles, from the East Sea to the famous mountains. He had bled profusely along the way, fighting so fiercely that his intestines had nearly spilled out—it had been a brutal experience.

If not for Yao Yao's timely appearance, who obliterated countless battleships with a single slap each, he would have been in grave danger.

Chu Feng's voice was chillingly calm. "Times have changed. If they come again, it's a good opportunity to settle the score. Their Divine Son is coming; we'll clear it all up. Let's see what he's made of and then melt him down into liquid iron to forge new armor."

Hearing this, the others felt a sense of awe. Even accustomed to this devil's brazen confidence, they were still shaken.

The Mechanical Race was a top-tier powerful clan with a long history of evolution. Their Divine Sons throughout history considered themselves Mechanical Vajras, possessing invincible bodies!

"Big news!" Zi Lan cried out. "The Young God of the Divine Race has truly set out, leading a group of top-tier geniuses – the strongest successors from various clans – on their way to Earth!"

Zi Lan shrieked. This was fresh news, which she read aloud to Chu Feng.

Earlier, it had only been rumors, but now it was confirmed: the Young God had indeed departed, arriving with unparalleled might and expected to reach Earth soon.

Zi Lan added, "He has already issued an order, commanding a group of holy sons to join him in battle. And, he sent a message specifically for you, telling you it's best to commit suicide rather than wait for him to act personally."

Chu Feng was not angered. He spoke calmly, "It seems before he shows up, I should make plans with Lan Shi. That Young God is interested in her, isn't he? I won't let him have his way!"

"Wow!" Zi Lan exclaimed. "As expected, 'the wind howls before the mountain rain.' Something big is happening! All sorts of formidable individuals and numerous great clans are emerging!"

"Who else?" Chu Feng asked.

"People from the twelfth-ranked planet are also coming!" Zi Lan informed him, her emotions stirring.

"The clan that wields the Netherworld Breathing Technique!" Chu Feng's face instantly darkened. He had learned much about past events from the inheritance energy tower while on the Moon.

Back then, the evolutionaries from the twelfth-ranked planet had swarmed out, commanding various star seas and leading armies from many life-bearing planets to attack Earth.

On the surface, they were the main force!

In reality, several factions from the top ten great clans supported them from behind, such as the Divine Race, with even their Heaven-Illuminating experts participating in the encirclement and slaughter!

In any case, the clan that mastered the Netherworld Breathing Technique was the nominal leader back then. Figures like the Starry Sky Knights, for instance, obeyed their commands.

Now, this clan was returning!

"Excellent, let them all come," Chu Feng clenched his fists. "If I can't deal with their saints, I'll start with their juniors and eliminate them one by one!"

Zi Lan, being very dutiful, reported earnestly, "The peerless saint of the Netherworld Clan has spoken. In a mocking tone, he called you an 'insect' and said that while Wei Heng won't fight you, he will — assuming you can survive this storm's impact."

"The Netherworld Clan's saint, who does he think he is?" Chu Feng scoffed. "Does he want to fight a battle of equivalent rank on the Primal Beast Platform? When the time comes, I'll destroy him!"

Chu Feng harbored deep hostility towards this clan. After all, they were the main force behind Earth's destruction, having once commanded life-bearing planets from various domains to form a united army and attack the ancestors.

In his eyes, they were bloody executioners, on par with the Starry Sky Knights, the Xilin Clan, and the shadowy figures within the top ten great clans, considered one of the primary culprits.

Yuan Mo spoke, provoking Chu Feng, "This 'scallion' is quite formidable. Back then, he was known as the Eighth Under the Stars, exceptionally terrifying, ranking even higher than Wei Heng. That era was incredibly brilliant, and later generations believe that generation was the most terrifying, with countless heroes vying for dominance, even surpassing the Dao Children of the top ten great clans."

Chu Feng was moved. This saint of the Netherworld Clan was actually that powerful back then?

Then, he thought of Yao Yao, who, in that most magnificent era, had outshone all heroes and was proclaimed the first among all heavens—truly transcendent.

That day, Wei Heng spoke again, still with a condescending tone, calling Chu Feng an "insect." "I'll also give you a chance, insect. If you survive this storm, we'll meet on the Primal Beast Platform!"

"Wei Jun Tuodan has agreed too!" Chu Feng gnashed his teeth. "Damn it, I'll beat you to death!" He truly had no fondness for Wei Heng and wished he could chop him down immediately.

The whole world was shocked. People knew that an immense storm was inevitable, and a turbulent grand era was upon them.

All clans believed that peerless saints would not act so easily, as it would be beneath their status. Their outspoken declarations clearly indicated that they considered Chu Feng dead certain to perish, unable to survive this great storm.

Upon closer consideration, it made sense: with the Divine Race's Young God personally arriving, leading a group of top holy sons to hunt him down, how many of his generation could possibly contend? Who could survive?

Furthermore, the Xilin Clan's Divine Son and the Mechanical Race's Divine Son were coming, and the Netherworld Clan—almost as powerful as the top ten great clans—had also sent their people. This clan possessed peerless breathing techniques and was currently ranked eleventh in the cosmos!

In addition, many other renowned figures, rogue cultivators, devil sons, and heavenly daughters, had also set out, many of them descendants of Heaven-Illuminating level powerhouses!

The situation was escalating, and Earth had become the eye of the storm!

Then, Chu Feng decisively departed, separating from Yuan Mo, Zi Lan, and the others. He set out alone, formally entering Immemorial Mountain. He wanted to see Yellow Ox, Big Black Ox, Ouyang Feng, and the others, but even more, he desired to consume Divine Liquid on Immemorial Mountain, evolve once more, enhance his cultivation, and prepare to face the formidable enemies from all heavens.