Chapter 540: There Is Still a Passionate Heart

Kunlun, majestic and grand, is known as the ancestor of all immortal mountains. In Earth's myths and legends, its status is unassailable.

In front of the mountain, brilliant lights shimmered and immortal radiance glowed. Many people had already arrived, seated at neatly arranged jade tables. Fine wine wafted its aroma, and exotic fruits exuded their fragrance, giving the impression of a grand celebration.

There was no trace of tension regarding an impending battle; instead, people from all directions continuously arrived, their faces beaming with joy and smiles.

Someone broke through the air, like a heaven-shaking divine rainbow, landing on the ground. It was a powerful God Son whose battle armor was tattered. After a day of hasty searching for ancient Earth cave dwellings, he had found nothing and had nearly encountered danger.

*Swish, swish, swish!* Successive sounds of breaking air indicated the arrival of more powerful cultivators at the Contemplation level. They appeared one after another before Kunlun Mountain, their divine auroras crisscrossing the sky.

No one had expected that just a day earlier, the Young God of the Deva Race would bring over two hundred God Sons and Saintesses at the Contemplation level. This not only put pressure on Chu Feng but also made the earlier arrivals sigh deeply.

In a sense, it was now the era of Young Gods and the Great Dream Pure Land. With them leading so many powerful individuals, who could possibly contend?

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. We've finally awaited your arrival. It's laughable to say, but recently, we, as outsiders from beyond, have found ourselves in dire straits on this savage planet, in a terrible situation."

Many alien beings who had arrived on Earth much earlier began to complain, speaking out against Chu Feng and detailing his viciousness.

"Alas, it truly pains me to think of so many fellow cultivators who fell into his hands and suffered miserably. A close friend of mine was even sold by him. Oh, the thought brings tears to my eyes and heartbreak."

Hearing this, some people nodded in empathy.

The Contemplation-level cultivators and those who accompanied the Young God were speechless upon hearing this. They truly didn't know what to say about God Sons and Saintesses being sold.

For individuals of such status, an experience like that was almost an indelible stain on their lives.

Far too many people had arrived today: ordinary star-road adventurers, previously self-crippled Holy Sons and Goddesses, as well as people from the Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou secret realms.

Furthermore, alien beings from places like the Qilin Ancient Nest and the North Pole Primordial Magnetic Immortal Cave, who had arrived on Earth many years ago, were also present.

Simultaneously, some Earth-native evolutionary powerhouses, including both Eastern and Western tycoons, had also arrived today, curious to see what impact this so-called grand gathering would have.

Currently, Earth's native cultivators were in a state of unease and panic, fearing the arrival of a great catastrophe.

Brilliant light rain scattered as Wei Lin, the God Son of the Xilin Clan, arrived with his clansmen. Mechanical King Kong and others accompanied him, standing by his side.

Wei Lin raised a hand, and a silver lamp materialized, hanging on a mountain peak.

"If today's duel is purely based on cultivation, then scheming with domain arts or using underhanded methods to harm others will not be allowed."

Wei Lin himself did not speak, as it was deemed inappropriate for his status; instead, a young girl from his clan stated it.

Her voice echoed through the mountains, sounding very righteous.

Everyone knew she was targeting Chu Feng.

So-called domain arts are a heaven-granted divine study, and many are not qualified to cultivate them. Only those with truly exceptional talent can go far on this path.

How could the killing techniques in this field be considered underhanded methods?!

In fact, domain arts are ten times more difficult than cultivation. Those who achieve mastery in them are highly respected in the starry sky, and anyone at or above the level of a domain master holds a very high status.

The God Son of the Xilin Clan was not skilled in domain arts, but he had brought an incredibly fearsome artifact—a powerful secret treasure designed to counter domain arts. A single silver lamp, shining over mountains and rivers, could stabilize any domain!

In truth, the girl's words were intended to block Chu Feng's path and provoke him into a decisive battle using only his cultivator abilities.

"Where's Chu Feng? Hasn't he arrived yet? Could he be scared? Heh heh..." A reserve God Son of the Xilin Clan chuckled. His strength was not much weaker than that of Wei Lin and his sister Wei Xuan.

Chu Feng had not yet arrived, but the Xilin Clan's appearance had already stirred up commotion, raising the spirits of all present.

"The Young God is here!" someone shouted. In the distance, a war chariot glowed, emitting auspicious radiance. Even though it was old and somewhat damaged, it still showed glimpses of its past glory, having once participated in a mythical war!

The Young God of the Deva Race stood atop it, his expression somewhat displeased because his search for the Dao-Stealing Breathing Technique in the Qinling Mountains had been fruitless.

His clansmen had apparently obtained accurate information, discerning that part of the Dao-Stealing legacy was in the Qinling Mountains, yet he had returned disappointed.

The war chariot, once magnificent, had been torn apart. Its original power to crush planets was gone, and its internal divine patterns had been obliterated. This was why it had fallen into the hands of a junior member of the Deva Race.

Otherwise, this war chariot alone would have been a sacred heavy artifact. In ancient times, pulled by sub-divine beasts, it was almost unstoppable on the battlefield, causing everyone to retreat rather than confront it.

"Welcome, Young God!" "The Deva Race has arrived! We have been awaiting your presence for a long time. Greetings, Young God!"

At this moment, people from the great secret realms of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou stepped forward, bowing deeply and paying respects to the Young God of the Deva Race.

Many people showed surprised expressions. These were the descendants of the most powerful people's servants from Earth's ancient times, yet they had fallen to such a state!

Some God Sons and Saintesses were aware of the origins of these secret realms.

"Times change, and only those who understand the current affairs survive forever!" The Young God of the Deva Race laughed heartily. He was tall, with golden hair flowing, and his eyes, like bolts of lightning, swept disdainfully over Kunlun.

Beneath him, the several fierce beasts pulling the war chariot were astonishing. They were entirely green, somewhat resembling Pixiu, and incredibly, all were at the peak of the Contemplation level!

Hearing his words and seeing the battle beasts pulling the chariot, many were filled with awe. If even the beasts pulling the chariot were this powerful, what about their master?

The people from Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou secret realms became even more humble, bending deeply and remaining bowed for a long time, their faces full of smiles.

While they acted this way, others also paid their respects to the Young God, though not with such abject subservience.

Then, a God Son and a Saintess personally stepped forward to help the Young God of the Deva Race dismount and invited him to his seat.

This place truly resembled a grand gathering, with fine wines and exotic fruits fragrant on the jade tables, emitting faint glows. There were easily two to three hundred beings at the Contemplation level alone, not to mention cultivators of other realms.

Suddenly, many people rose to their feet, including the Young God who had just sat down. This was because a group of ethereal figures in white had arrived in the distance.

Cultivators from the Great Dream Pure Land might typically be far inferior to those of the Deva Race, but with the presence of Qin Luoyin, it was different. She was even more formidable than some of the top ten Dao Children!

Four dragon-scaled heavenly horses, some golden-yellow, others shimmering purple, without a single stray hair, seemed carved from jade and radiated brilliant divine light. They pulled a shimmering blue carriage as it approached.

The Young God of the Deva Race personally stepped forward, very eager and with ardent eyes, saying, "Luoyin, you've arrived. Have you gained anything?"

He wished he could personally help Qin Luoyin descend from her carriage.

It must be said that Qin Luoyin was peerlessly elegant. Initially lounging lazily on her carriage, her figure was slender and captivating, like a beautiful snake. Dressed in a colorful long dress that accentuated her curves, she now rose, instantly exuding grace and nobility.

She wore a five-colored mask, her neck was snow-white, and her long, smooth purple hair cascaded down. Upon standing, her figure appeared even taller, with perfect golden proportions.

Her eyes, like purple gemstones, shimmered with brilliance, seemingly capable of seeing into people's hearts, and simultaneously imbued with an indescribable spirituality.

"Greetings, Young God," she said with a faint smile, acknowledging the Young God of the Deva Race.

Although her true face was hidden, her slightly parted bright red lips and the blinking of her luminous eyes were still dazzling and brilliant, as if the entire world had suddenly brightened.

Many felt their minds sway, and even the Young God's heart rate quickened, as if intoxicated.

"Luoyin, please come this way." He personally led her to the most distinguished seat.

With this, all the important figures had arrived.

Some people immediately expressed dissatisfaction, as Chu Feng had not yet arrived.

"He's not actually afraid to come, is he?" someone sneered.

"Heh heh, is the so-called Chosen One of Earth really going to flee at the last moment and not show up?"

Some people smiled, revealing their hostility, having once been enemies with Chu Feng.

At this point, the people from Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou all wore sneers, and whenever they spoke, it was inevitably directed at Chu Feng.

*Boom!* Suddenly, a gleaming halberd descended from the sky, breaking the sound barrier and plunging directly into the earth, causing soil and rocks to scatter and silver light to surge high into the heavens.

The halberd stuck into a large rock beneath the ground, with soil and rocks churning around it, forming a massive crater.

"That's a weapon Chu Feng once used!" someone exclaimed.

Undoubtedly, this signaled Chu Feng's arrival, and his immense power. Even surrounded by powerful extraterrestrials, he was fearless, ready for a decisive battle here.

At the edge of the horizon, a figure appeared. His long black hair cascaded like silk to his waist. He was handsome and tall, taking one step and arriving instantly.

This was the Heaven's Edge, Within Reach secret technique!

Chu Feng arrived alone, his steps calm, his clothes unblemished. He exuded an otherworldly aura, his battle intent and killing aura completely internalized.

His deep eyes swept over everyone. The terrifying vital energy within him was completely dormant, utterly silent, making him appear even more ethereal, imbued with an immortal aura.

Chu Feng's arrival immediately brought a slight hush to the gathering.

He walked forward, needing no one to guide him, and directly sat down at a very important and distinguished seat. This jade table belonged to the host of the grand gathering.

Originally, this was Wei Lin's seat. He had chosen Kunlun to hold a decisive battle here, subtly asserting himself as the master of this place, hosting everyone.

However, he hadn't even had a chance to sit down and was still conversing with several important figures when Chu Feng arrived and took the seat directly.

"Get up! This is not your seat!" a young man from the Xilin Clan immediately walked over and whispered sternly. Wei Lin was hosting this grand gathering here to announce the return of the Xilin Clan; how could he allow Chu Feng to brazenly sit in the host's seat that rightfully belonged to him?

"I am a cultivator of this planet, and currently, half-owner of the Kunlun Dao field. If I don't sit here, should I let you outsiders take my place instead?"

Chu Feng spoke calmly, and with just a few words, he clarified who was the host and who were the outsiders.

"Get up!" The Xilin Clansman rebuked in a low voice. He didn't want Chu Feng to cause a disturbance and disrupt Wei Lin's grand gathering. His eyes flashed with fierce light as he reached out towards Chu Feng.

"Scram!" As Chu Feng uttered the word, his right hand shot out and rapidly expanded. With a *bang*, he seized the man in his palm. With a slight squeeze, the man went limp, his bones completely severed, yet no blood was shed. Lifeless, he was tossed aside by Chu Feng.

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed. This was clearly a formidable force crossing the river, utterly fearless!

"Chu Feng, aren't you going too far?"

Before the Xilin Clan could speak, the people from Penglai launched their attack first.

Chu Feng looked at them indifferently and said, "You choose not to be proper humans, but rather become addicted to being slaves, is that it?"

"How dare you be so insolent?!" The people from Fangzhang also spoke up.

Following this, some God Sons and Saintesses also made their stance clear. This gathering was, after all, truly aimed at Chu Feng, and being united, they naturally sought to denounce him.

Chu Feng's gaze turned cold as he looked at the crowd, then towards the distant mountains. He faintly saw a figure—Yu Chi Kong, the Dao Protector of the True Son!

Yu Chi Kong had originally been sitting on a mountain peak, observing the events with a gentle smile. However, sensing that Chu Feng, the Young God, Qin Luoyin, and others were too perceptive, he vanished instantly and departed.

Chu Feng stared in that direction, his gaze growing even colder.

Wei Lin, the God Son of the Xilin Clan, suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Chu Feng, do you see? So many fellow Daoists from all corners of the heavens are displeased with you. Even Earth's native cultivators are targeting you, denouncing you!"

"Do they even qualify to represent Earth's native cultivators? Our cultivators from the Wangwu Mountain Secret Realm have arrived!"

"Cultivators from my Great Snow Mountain Secret Realm are here, ready to stand with Brother Chu Feng!"

"Cultivators from my Zhongnan Mountain Secret Realm have arrived to face the enemy alongside Brother Chu Feng!"

Just then, some people emerged from the horizon and began walking towards them.

"And me! Although my cultivation isn't high, I still have courage and vital energy, Chu Feng, brother, I've come to see you!" This was a man with four ox horns on his head, none other than Zhou Quan, one of Chu Feng's earliest friends from when the world first began to undergo changes.

Zhou Quan, with his slicked-back hair and four ox horns, spoke sincerely: "I had originally intended to live as a mortal and had already gone into seclusion. However, knowing you, brother, were coming to Kunlun, I've come out again. I'm not afraid of death, and I still have a passionate heart!"