Chapter 575: Heavenly God Clan Comes to Annihilate the Tribe

"Where are you going?" Chu Feng asked, extremely worried. How could Yao Yao leave Earth in her current state? She was merely a wisp of obsession; if discovered, countless beings across the universe would pursue her. Would she have any chance of survival?

It was well-known that Yao Yao was once the strongest under the stars. None of her adversaries were ordinary; any one of them would undoubtedly be a colossal figure, capable of shaking the heavens and earth!

Just consider the opponents she defeated and slew back then: the Eclosion Divine Body, the Destiny Immortal Body, the Primordial Magnet Saint Body… any one of them could have grown into an unrivaled powerhouse in the cosmos.

The Black Ox, Ouyang Feng, Old Donkey, Northeast Tiger, and others also looked worried. They didn't want her to travel far, seeing it as too risky, and they all tried to dissuade her.

"No need to worry," Yao Yao said with a calm and composed smile. "I received a message from an elder who broke through the chaotic region at the edge of the universe and entered the fragmented ancient cosmos. He made an astonishing discovery there, which might bring me hope."

"I'll go in your place and bring back what you need," Chu Feng offered.

"Let me go instead. No one will notice me," the Yellow Ox said.

Everyone thought it was feasible. The Yellow Ox and the others were small targets and could easily go in Yao Yao's stead.

Yao Yao shook her head and gently stroked the Yellow Ox's head, making the beautiful and delicate little creature instantly shy and blush.

"Some things cannot be brought back; I must go myself. There are special terrains there, such as the mother nests that nurture Chaos Deities."

Yao Yao's words astonished Chu Feng and the others. Did such mother nests, capable of birthing Chaos Deities, truly exist? This was simply defying the heavens.

"I'm waiting for a message, waiting to be guided," Yao Yao stated.

They then discussed many things, but Yao Yao did not mention the elder or when she would depart. This matter was of great importance, and she was still contemplating it carefully.

Finally, they brought up Kun Yu again. If he truly set his sights on Earth, the threat would be immense—like an insurmountable, majestic mountain. Who could possibly shake him?!

Even Yao Yao in her current state couldn't. That person was on the verge of achieving an invincible form.

Chu Feng mentioned the matter of the Earth True Son, informing Yao Yao that the person possessed Earth's legacy energy tower, which meant a variable in their plans.

Earlier, Yao Yao had said that Kun Yu wanted her to use the legacy energy towers in this world to guide him and assist him.

"For a powerhouse like him to enter peacefully, all top-tier energy towers must be activated; not a single one can be missing," Yao Yao explained.

Yao Yao continued, "One of the most crucial legacy towers is on Dragon Tiger Mountain, guarding a grain of immortal gold. I will take it with me. This means he won't be able to gather them all."

"Excellent! That little rascal will be left with nothing but a wasted effort," Ouyang Feng laughed heartily.

"I know this person," Yao Yao warned. "He won't give up on his goal, and he's no ordinary individual. He will always find a way, possessing extraordinary means."

Currently, Earth was in a period of revival, attracting widespread attention. Besides Kun Yu, there were naturally many other threats.

Yao Yao departed for Dragon Tiger Mountain to recuperate. Before leaving, she told Chu Feng and the others not to fear, as the Celestial Race would certainly not let the matter rest.

Outside Earth, such a significant event naturally shocked the cosmic sea, causing an uproar everywhere.

The Celestial Race had mobilized a large force, but their Young God was captured, and the Saint Luo Hong was killed. Additionally, another Saint, a Sub-Saint, and Golden-bodied Arhats were all annihilated. Even one of the clan's goddesses was almost directly obliterated, body and soul, by the domain runes pouring down from the Moon.

Such a catastrophe befalling the Celestial Race was no less than a cosmic storm, shaking all the races.

Furthermore, at the last moment, Kun Yu appeared, treading a five-colored dao, traversing the solar system. His conversation with Yao Yao, followed by her refusal, naturally sparked many speculations.

"Who would have thought? The Celestial Race also has days when they get defeated. For so many years, they've conquered at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, life planets, always sweeping all before them. Yet, in that declining region, successive Saint-fall incidents occurred."

"The Celestial Race possesses numerous secret texts and ultimate skills, accumulated through bloody conquests, overcoming barbarian tribes, slaying the ancient beast ancestors of Taotie, and seizing various peerless martial arts. Yet, they still lost. That young man from Earth is not simple; slaying a Saint, it's truly gratifying. As for Princess Yao Yao, the 'Number One Under the Stars' title from back then is indeed well-deserved. In battles of the same cultivation level, she can still dominate the entire cosmic sea!"

In all major star systems, discussions buzzed.

Some even claimed that the Celestial Race was in decline, their glory no more. This was, of course, fueled by certain terrifyingly powerful races spreading such narratives.

Consider this: the Celestial Race had seized too many interests, controlling life planets scattered everywhere. These were either energy-rich stars, brimming with various spiritual medicines and even sacred herbs, or mineral-rich lands containing rare mother gold.

It should be noted that certain sacred herbs and mother gold were of immense value to Saints and beings who could illuminate the heavens.

This naturally stirred envy!

Powerful races appeared peaceful among themselves, but they were always secretly vying for power, carving out spheres of influence. For instance, the territories occupied by the top ten ancient worlds were intricately interlocked and bordered each other.

Furthermore, on some ancient stars bearing rare and potent herbs, several major forces would be entrenched, jointly managing them. Every century, the rights to harvest these herbs would be renegotiated and then redistributed.

Therefore, after the Celestial Race's great defeat in that declining region, undercurrents immediately surged, and various rumors began to spread rampantly.

"Those who dare to disrespect the Celestial Race—shall die!"

On that day, a chilling voice echoed from the Celestial Race's homeworld, shaking the entire galaxy and reaching the ears of countless beings.

A formidable figure of the Celestial Race, one close to or even having stepped into the Illuminating Heavens realm, spoke. He had awakened from slumber and was surveying the starry sky.

On that very day, at least ten beings at the Golden-bodied Arhat level died horribly. They were all individuals who had spread rumors of the Celestial Race's decline. One moment they were boasting, the next they spontaneously combusted, turning into a flash of fire and then ashes, their bodies and souls utterly destroyed.

In every case of such deaths, a pair of gigantic eyeballs, almost as large as the Moon, appeared outside the victims' planets, coldly observing the life source.

As a result, those tragic incidents occurred.

Everyone was terrified. The Celestial Race had deployed a peak powerhouse who had touched the Illuminating Heavens realm. Otherwise, how could a mere glance cause Golden-bodied Arhat level experts to die so tragically?

Within a day, the races and beings who had criticized the Celestial Race quieted down considerably. At the very least, they no longer dared to exaggerate their discussions; many were wary under such immense pressure.

However, platforms like the Primeval Beast Platform and the Black Blood Gladiator Arena continued to buzz with discussions. The Celestial Race, despite its vast influence, found it difficult to completely control the entire intergalactic network.

"This race is too domineering! When will someone finally deal with them?!"

"Not long ago, I hated Chu Feng, that fiend, since he's a trafficker. But now, I wholeheartedly support him in fighting the Celestial Race to the bitter end. I hope he doesn't die and truly grows strong!"

"It's difficult. Who can stop the Celestial Race's wrath? They only fear the top hundred star world races and don't dare to easily dispatch troops against them. As for planets ranked beyond the top hundred, they've always been accustomed to directly attacking them. This time, after being defeated in a declining region, how could they possibly swallow this humiliation?"

Many discussed, unanimously agreeing that Chu Feng was in grave danger. The Celestial Race would surely retaliate ferociously, no matter the cost!

"I refuse to believe it! Can no one deal with the Celestial Race? Are the top ten truly unshakable?!"

Across the starry sky, this matter was being discussed everywhere, becoming the focal point of conversation.

Indeed, the Celestial Race did not hold back or swallow such a bitter defeat. Just two days later, they set off, directly activating a super wormhole, intending to reach Earth's outer space at the earliest opportunity.

Two days later, the Celestial Race mobilized a massive force, led by several Saints. A vast army of over ten thousand strong, they trampled through the starry sky and descended into the Solar System.

This shocked all races in the universe. Such an event hadn't occurred for many years. When the Celestial Race's numbers exceeded ten thousand, it was a sign they intended to launch a genocidal war.

Especially, several Saints had come together. It was known that even one or two Celestial Race Saints could crush a galaxy; they were far too powerful.

"Are they trying to show their true colors? Aren't they afraid that the Saint Master is still alive and might strike them again?!" an ancient being sighed.

Back then, the Saint Master, lying in a bronze coffin, reappeared from the edge of the universe. He had annihilated many Celestial Race planets in one go, astonishing the powerhouses of all races.

The barefoot weren't afraid of the shod. Earth had been destroyed, leaving behind only ruins. If the Saint Master was still alive, what couldn't he do? He could directly attack the territories ruled by the Celestial Race and the Underworld Race, leading to a mutual destruction.

This was the fundamental reason why, even with Illuminating Heavens realm powerhouses presiding over them, the Celestial Race and the Underworld Race ultimately did not completely shatter Earth.

"The Saint Master is dead! He might have intimidated us for one or two generations, but he can't scare us now. He cannot possibly reappear; he must have long since died in the ancient cosmos within the chaos!"

This was a declaration from within the Celestial Race, proclaiming throughout the cosmic sea that the Saint Master was dead and would never reappear.

"Chu Feng, come forth and die!"

The Celestial Race was incredibly powerful. Arriving outside Earth, they directly roared this challenge, shaking the heavens and earth. It was the voice of a Saint, reverberating across this starry sky.

Only two days had passed since Chu Feng slew a Saint. Many powerhouses from various races were still outside Earth, having not left because they sensed that a major event was about to unfold.

Witnessing this scene firsthand, a clamor immediately erupted, and everyone watched with rapt attention.

"Chu Feng... must die!"

Outside Earth, a terrifying aura descended. Several Saints led a force of over ten thousand, creating immense pressure that made the entire Solar System feel incredibly oppressive.

Someone lamented, "It was a widely circulated saying: 'If the Celestial Race numbers fewer than ten thousand, they are already formidable; if they reach ten thousand, they are invincible.'"

This was a widely circulated saying: once the Celestial Race's members exceeded ten thousand, they would become terrifying, signifying their intent to launch a genocidal war, fighting to the death.

Now that they had arrived with such a massive force, all powers in the cosmic starry sky were naturally terrified.

Chu Feng stepped forward directly, intending to shout to the starry sky. He had already slain a Saint; why would he fear their threats?

"Celestial Race, you've declined! You should have already dropped out of the top ten, shouldn't you? Quickly yield your spot to the Underworld Race! To be precise, you're now the eleventh. Yet you're still so arrogant, coming here to flaunt your power. Aren't you ashamed?"

Everyone was stunned. Who dared to utter such words, claiming the Celestial Race had fallen out of the top ten?

At this moment, the faces of the Underworld Race members darkened one by one; they all wanted to curse. This provocation was too obvious, yet they believed the Celestial Race would definitely "feel the sting."

"Chu Feng, if you come up yourself, we will spare this decaying land. Otherwise, everyone here will perish with you!" A Saint from beyond the domain roared, utterly enraged.

"Heh heh..." Yao Yao appeared on Dragon Tiger Mountain and said, "Do you wish to die? Or do you wish to die? Haven't you learned your lesson after having two Saints annihilated?"

Chu Feng also arrived, standing beside Yao Yao, and whispered, "They've had Saints annihilated, yet they still dare to come this time. They must have something to rely on."

"No matter," Yao Yao murmured. "The people I'm waiting for will be here soon. The ship is about to depart."