Chapter 671: Chaos Sea

The universe is vast, and living beings are infinitesimally small. Compared to a planet, they are as insignificant as dust, let alone when compared to a galaxy or the entire cosmic expanse. Even the most powerful experts throughout history could not fully explore the universe; there are always forgotten, isolated frontiers.

Yet, at times, the universe seems small. Within the regions covered by the interstellar network, any piece of news can rapidly spread across major galaxies and appear on every life-bearing planet.

The planets occupied by the Deva Race, Xilin Race, and Nether Race erupted like fireworks, illuminating the dark cosmos. This shattered the untouchable silence of the top ten races and ripped through the heavens! As the news spread across the star sea, evolutionaries on every life-bearing planet were left dumbfounded. The entire universe was shaken!

The repercussions of this event were immense, sweeping across the universe and stirring unrest everywhere. Dozens of planets were annihilated—what audacity and ferocity! Within the Deva Race and Xilin Race, evolutionaries were secretly alarmed, some feeling a chill from head to toe. They realized that despite their apparent power, they could still be attacked. Even with Heaven-Reflecting level experts providing deterrence, others still dared to strike!

In the past, a large-scale assault like this would typically be detected by the ancient ancestors of their races, who would then pursue and eradicate entire civilizations across the star sea to assert their dominance. Yet, today, that individual escaped! The grand masters of the three races emerged from seclusion, attempting to deduce what happened, but their efforts yielded nothing. This boded ill for the universe's ruling factions. The consequences would be unimaginable if other powerful rogue cultivators, who had suffered injustice in the cosmos, were to follow suit.

The top ten races, not just the Deva Race but the other nine as well, were deeply unsettled. They secretly heightened their vigilance and reinforced their defenses. The impact of this incident was undeniably immense; platforms like the Original Beast Platform were already abuzz, sparking a widespread cosmic debate!

Ultimately, the Deva Race, Nether Race, and Xilin Race collectively exerted their influence to suppress the discussion. With members of the top ten races, and even the Nether Race – a quasi-supreme species ranked eleventh – stepping forward, who dared to provoke further? In the end, the incident's impact was significantly downplayed. Many platforms minimized their reports, and numerous articles were even retracted. Articles that had originally raised sharp questions, suggesting that the attack on these three races warranted introspection from a different perspective, naturally vanished entirely.

Nevertheless, private discussions continued unabated. Across the star sea, it was widely known that the Deva Race, Xilin Race, and Nether Race had been utterly disgraced, losing dozens of planets as if they were mere firecrackers, suffering catastrophic losses.

Only then did many members of the Deva Race, Xilin Race, and Nether Race reflect with regret. Their saints had been patiently waiting to ambush Chang Ming, expecting him to target the provocateurs You Ruohai and Luo Ming. However, they now realized that Uncle Ming’s ambition was far grander than they had imagined. They understood that Chang Ming had no regard for those two juniors. The so-called geniuses and seed experts, destined to become saints in the future, were utterly beneath Chang Ming’s notice. He had directly "set off fireworks," terrifying them and chilling them to the bone!

Days later, the saints of the three races dispersed, disheartened. Despite their extensive preparations, their efforts had been futile; instead, they had been utterly humiliated. This outcome left them suffocating with suppressed rage, almost causing them to vomit blood.

Luo Ming and You Ruohai were now free from the constant protection of saints, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For the past few days, both individuals had been incredibly tense. One had boasted of making battle boots from the hide of the Fire Bear Saint, while the other had threatened to bid for black tiger bones, grind them into powder, and consume them daily to strengthen his own physique. Such blatant provocation had been too effective, making them uneasy and fearful that the "remnants" would come for them in the dark, launching a surprise attack. Now, they could return to their clans, no longer needing to venture outside or serve as beacons and targets in the night, which brought them peace of mind.

In reality, everyone had misjudged the situation! The saints of the Deva Race, Nether Race, and Xilin Race believed that Uncle Ming, being a person of immense caliber, had unleashed the grand "fireworks" because he couldn't be bothered with a few outspoken juniors attempting to provoke him. However, after Uncle Ming’s grand display, Chu Feng was preparing to act. He intended to settle scores with Luo Ming and You Ruohai, as their audacious insults towards the ancestral saints of his home planet were unforgivable, and he was determined to intervene.

The universe is vast, and it always contains inexplicable, peculiar regions. The Chaotic God Sea, a sea of deep blue liquid, floated in the starry expanse. Like an aurora in the night, beams of light occasionally rose from its depths, illuminating the surrounding darkness. No one could explain its formation. This immense sea, larger than numerous planets, lay within the dominion of the Deva Race. Furthermore, this region was considered an inherent part of the Deva Race’s sphere of influence, having been incorporated into their territory hundreds of thousands of years ago. It was now regarded as their "inner sea." In essence, it was their heavily secured rear base, generally considered absolutely safe, with external forces neither daring nor able to infiltrate or approach too closely.

Days after the "cosmic fireworks" display, and under the strong suppression of the major races, the situation gradually subsided. Luo Ming finally relaxed and came to the Chaotic God Sea to recuperate and attend a private gathering of geniuses. The attendees were from clans with close ties to the Deva Race. They held these annual genius gatherings, and the evolutionaries present were all masters at the Shaping realm, with the Golden Body realm within reach. Over the years, this had become a regular custom, with the allied clans taking turns hosting the event. This year, it was the Deva Race’s turn. The chosen location was the Chaotic God Sea, a secret not disclosed in advance to the public.

Nevertheless, despite the secrecy, a spaceship approached silently. Uninvited guests had arrived. Chu Feng and his companions had arrived, entering the Chaotic God Sea! By this point, Chu Feng realized that Uncle Ming's network was extensive; there might even be an informant within the Deva Race, otherwise, how could they have located this precise spot so quickly?

"Even if it's a sea of ghosts, one must admit, this area is truly beautiful!" exclaimed Young Maiden Xi. Ahead, the Chaotic God Sea was mesmerizingly blue and crystal clear, stretching across the cosmos. It seemed surreal that this entire region contained no planets, only a vast sea.

"Newton's coffin lid must be rattling again; this is completely unscientific!" Chu Feng muttered. In truth, what part of his experiences had ever been scientific? He was merely expressing his awe at such an incredible sight. The boundless blue sea contained nothing but crystalline water—not a single planet, not even a piece of jade or a speck of cosmic dust, was visible.

"You see this sea as calm, peaceful, even breathtakingly beautiful, but in fact, it was incredibly perilous in the past. Do you know why it's called the Chaotic God Sea?" Uncle Ming sighed, explaining, "Because, this sea suddenly appeared long ago, wreaking havoc on the Deva Race and leading to the demise of their ancient ancestor hundreds of thousands of years ago, shaking the heavens and the earth."

"That terrifying?" Chu Feng was astonished. The Deva Race's ancient ancestor must have been a supreme expert among the Heaven-Reflecting figures, a top-ranked being in the universe.

"In fact, it was even more terrifying than you imagine. It's rumored that during that era, several Heaven-Reflecting level powerhouses of the Deva Race perished, with only one surviving. Yet, externally, they only announced one death, not daring to reveal the full truth. Regardless, after that battle, the Deva Race suffered a prolonged decline and severe losses. They had previously ranked among the top six, but after that single conflict, they never recovered, plummeting directly to tenth place and never regaining their former strength."

Uncle Ming’s revelation astonished Young Maiden Xi, who gazed intently at the sea. "It's said that this sea poured forth from a fragmented universe within the primordial chaos, leading to catastrophic consequences." Unfortunately, Uncle Ming didn’t know the full details, as the secrets of that period had been sealed by the Deva Race.

As they entered the Chaotic God Sea, they saw scattered islands dotting the expanse and finally understood why there were no planets in the immediate vicinity. It was because they were all *in* the sea! The islands in the blue sea were, in fact, planets. Some broken planets floated partially above the surface, while others were submerged, vaguely visible beneath the waves. In addition, the sea contained numerous dilapidated giant warships, and occasionally, one could spot skeletons and colossal, sky-reaching trees, all testaments to the horrific intensity of that ancient conflict. Heaven-Reflecting level figures, more than one, had died here, but the Deva Race eventually pacified the region, making it their inner sea.

Scarlet Cloud Island, once the beautiful life-bearing planet Scarlet Cloud, had sunk into the Chaotic God Sea after a battle five hundred thousand years ago, with only a portion remaining above the surface to form the island. This was where evolutionaries from various races allied with the Deva lineage were gathering. The island's scenery was indeed exceptional: majestic mountains, breathtaking cliffs, divine waterfalls cascading from the sky, pervasive mist, and shimmering red light.

In a verdant, pristine area, talented individuals gathered. All were powerful, with many nearing the Golden Body realm; after a period of further cultivation, they were destined to undergo a complete transformation and attain the Golden Body. A beautiful woman played the zither, its clear notes harmonizing with the gentle gurgle of a stream flowing through the pine forest. The indescribable harmony brought peace to the heart. She possessed a face of exquisite beauty and charming grace.

"Fairy Peony's zither mastery grows ever more profound and exquisite," someone exclaimed. "Even the fish in the stream gather to listen to her beautiful melodies; her skill is truly approaching the Dao."

"What's most crucial," another person marveled, "is that Fairy Peony has been cultivating for less than fifty years, yet she has already reached the late-Shaping realm, with the Golden Body realm clearly within her grasp. This is truly a heaven-sent talent!" Someone complimented, "Indeed, across the star sea, Golden Body experts under fifty are exceedingly rare. How many can reach that stage so early? But Fairy Peony has that potential." This was true. The Cloud-Swallowing and Shaping realms required evolutionaries to spend considerable time in accumulation and long-term refinement to ensure they could one day undergo a complete transformation and achieve the Golden Body. Otherwise, without sufficient depth of accumulation, attempting to break through to the Golden Body realm would leave one unable to solidify their being, potentially causing them to simply disintegrate! Uncle Ming had advised Chu Feng not to rush into the Cloud-Swallowing realm by breaking through that "paper window." He was preparing Chu Feng to visit a secret realm of the Xilin Race, where he could absorb immense good fortune and build an incredibly profound foundation.

In the gathering, Fairy Peony, with her bright eyes and radiant smile, was a well-known beauty throughout the cosmos. Her exceptional charm had earned her a spot among the top hundred on the cosmic beauty rankings, and her rapid cultivation speed also made her a notable figure. At this moment, she smiled and said, "You flatter me, esteemed guests. Among us, when it comes to talent or cultivation speed, who can truly compare to Brother Luo Ming?"

At that moment, a man in a sapphire-blue robe, both refined and handsome, smiled. He gently raised his cup in a gesture to Fairy Peony, then emptied it in one go. This was Luo Ming, a Deva Race evolutionary at the Shaping realm. As an exceptional individual from the direct lineage, he was one of the race’s favored seed evolutionaries, receiving intensive cultivation. At just over forty years old, he was already nearing the late-Shaping realm, which was indeed remarkably impressive.

"Brother Luo possesses heaven-granted talent and carries the legacy of the Deva Race. We can only look up to him in the future.""Yes, Brother Luo will undoubtedly reach the Saint realm one day. When that happens, please don't forget us."

Several individuals spoke up, offering compliments and toasting Luo Ming. "Fellow Daoists, please don't be strangers," Luo Ming responded with a smile. "We are all among our own; such words make me feel humbled. Who can truly predict the future?"

The surrounding scenery was beautiful, with lush green grass, distant pine forests, and mountains appearing dark and ethereal. "I heard Brother Luo made quite a bold statement recently. What spirit!" someone interjected inappropriately, bringing up Luo Ming's insult to Earth's ancient saints. Had it not been for Uncle Ming's shocking "fireworks" display, Luo Ming's provocation would undoubtedly have attracted considerable attention. However, the ultimate outcome was a significant loss for the Deva Race. Now, someone bringing up the past again left Luo Ming feeling choked with resentment—it was far from a pleasant topic.

Luo Ming snorted coldly. "They are merely remnants of Earth," he declared. "My clan can already guess who it is. As I said before, I will definitely go to the auction platform under the Black Blood Arena to bid for the Fire Bear Saint's hide. When I get it, I'll fashion a pair of battle boots and tread on them daily!"

Suddenly, silence fell upon the gathering as many people stared into the distance. Luo Ming also looked up, seeing a figure approaching this tranquil place, carrying a deep blue flying spear.

"Who are you?" Luo Ming demanded, his eyes sharp. "You were not invited, so why have you entered Scarlet Cloud Island?" All expected guests had already arrived.

"Why?" Chu Feng retorted, arriving with an unhurried grace. "Naturally, to kill you!" His seemingly light footsteps, however, carried an immense oppressive aura.