Chapter 678: Earth Prisoner

Chapter 678: Earth Prisoners

Red Maple Star was once a beautiful planet, covered in red maple trees. Every autumn, the mountains and plains would glow like an evening sunset, a truly delightful sight. However, everything changed after an ancient battle; the entire planet became a dead star.

"Whoosh..."Whirlwinds swept across, tinged with crimson. Within them, one could discern reddish soil, broken bones, and a dense aura of death.

This is the current state of Red Maple Star: not a blade of grass grows, and life has been extinguished. There are protruding rocks, blackened bones, black mist rising from swamps, and death energy emanating from canyons.

The entire landmass is bleak. Lakes have long dried up, creating a desolate wasteland. Any occasional puddles are remnants of the blood of saints and powerful beings, which spread out and corrode everything.

Chu Feng arrived, standing on the planet and feeling an pervasive discomfort. If he stayed for long, even his Golden Body would be corroded, and his saintly cultivation would decline.

Naturally, he felt ill at ease. His only reliance was the Daoist Breathing Technique. As he activated it, it dispelled the death energy and purged the blood mist. One could see that as he breathed in and out, rays of light emerged from his pores, expelling black mist, while only beneficial energy was absorbed.

Uncle Ming had told him that on this planet, to survive for an extended period, one must use the Daoist Breathing Technique!

Uncle Ming strongly suspected that this state was caused by the partial remains of Yaoyao's father, whose body was discarded on this planet after he died in battle.

"Someone who cultivated the Daoist Breathing Technique to its peak during his lifetime would still have rules and order within his flesh and blood, changing everything on this planet. Therefore, only those who practice the same breathing technique will be minimally affected here."

These were Uncle Ming's words and his conjecture.

A lineage of the Xilin Clan has been stationed here long-term, guarding the dark prison. Their descendants are searching for that mysterious ray of light, and their ability to move freely here also relies on the Daoist Breathing Technique.

The first volume of this breathing technique was once stolen and scattered throughout the cosmos, allowing some of the most powerful races to view and learn it.

However, to this day, very few people in the cosmos practice fragmented versions of the Daoist Breathing Technique because, without the full sequence, its significance is minimal.

Chu Feng steadied himself and moved stealthily through the dead star.

Uncle Ming did not accompany him; he and Yaoyao were on guard with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, obfuscating heavenly secrets and monitoring the moon above to prevent detection by the Xilin Clan saints stationed there.

Saints, more than one, were stationed there in space, guarding the cosmic dark prison on Red Maple Star!

Chu Feng felt a tightness in his chest, his mind was hazy, and his flesh showed signs of disintegration—a truly terrifying sensation. As his spirit also "breathed," synchronizing and merging with his physical body, he finally stabilized.

"What a terrifying planet!" Chu Feng sighed.

For many years, the Xilin Clan had been purifying and transforming this planet, hoping to one day restore its vitality and make it their private garden.

Otherwise, this place would be even more horrifying. Anyone at the Golden Body level who mistakenly entered would be corroded, their so-called "Golden Body" breaking down into a puddle of putrid blood.

The death energy and blood mist are now channeled into the planet's core, sealed in specific locations, with a significant portion also purged into the dark prison.

Chu Feng looked at the immense graves stretching across the distant horizon, each taller than a mountain and exceedingly eerie.

It was there that the flesh and blood of Yaoyao's father, along with the bones of saints and powerful beings from ancient Earth, were executed, dismembered, and buried in the soil.

Behind the great graves lay the dark prison, currently the most dangerous area.

Chu Feng did not approach but instead ran in the opposite direction. Various substances erupted from the Kunlun Purgatory long ago were cast into the cosmos by figures who could illuminate all heavens, landing on the other side of this planet.

"How bizarre," Chu Feng mused, a strange expression on his face.

After the soil and other materials from the Purgatory space landed on this planet, they formed their own distinct realm, which has now evolved into a dimensional space.

Chu Feng reached this end of the planet, arriving at his destination.

All around, it was dim, with death energy rising and blood mist swirling. This area contained numerous blood pools that had not dried up since ancient times.

Chu Feng's hair stood on end. He felt that the residual blood was terrifying; if he were to touch it, he would likely instantly dissolve, leaving nothing behind.

Yet, within this desolate land, there was a peach blossom forest, where vibrant, beautiful flowers bloomed.

"Purgatory space soil!"

Chu Feng's eyes shone brightly, and his heart was filled with awe. Uncle Ming had told him that while the entire planet was dead, only the area with the Purgatory soil retained a faint trace of vitality.

With a whoosh, he vanished, entering the peach blossom forest. Some of the peach blossoms were tinged with blood, exuding a demonic aura, so he dared not linger.

In an instant, he traversed the area. The space ahead was unstable, with overlapping dimensional spaces, a result of the materials spewed from the Purgatory having landed here.

Chu Feng's body flickered, and he entered the largest dimensional space, as Uncle Ming had said that the mysterious ray of light was most likely to appear there.

Of course, its appearance was not fixed; its traces had been seen in the dark prison, the peach forest, the blood pools, and the vast crimson plains.

In this space, some ancient trees were incredibly robust, so wide that a dozen people couldn't encircle them. Yet, none had become sentient; each appeared dispirited, with only a few leaves.

There was also sparse vegetation, lacking green and slightly withered, but at least showing some signs of life.

The moment Chu Feng entered, a fierce sword light swiftly descended, aiming to decapitate him. It was so sudden and swift that it nearly succeeded.

At the critical moment, Chu Feng unleashed the Lightning Fist, combining it with the Ends of the Earth in a Flash technique. With a bang, he threw a punch. This highly demonic fist technique accelerated his body, as if it were trying to control him in return. A burst of light exploded, shattering the sword light.

This was an expert. Failing to land the blow, he immediately turned to flee and was about to call for help.

Once unleashed, the Lightning Fist was truly terrifying. This divine skill from the Yang realm, which Chu Feng used for the first time in combat, combined with the Daoist Breathing Technique, produced an overwhelming, scorching surge of Yang energy.

The fist light cut through all obstacles, engulfing the person below. Before he could cry out, his bones were about to explode, yet he fought back desperately.

However, the ultimate outcome was that he was struck by the Lightning Fist. At such horrifying speed, he endured several of Chu Feng's blows. He couldn't even let out a grunt, exploding into a mist of blood!

A great perfection stage evolutionist from the Xilin Clan, a true genius, was instantly annihilated, body and spirit!

Chu Feng remained calm. After killing the man, he swiftly disappeared into the depths of the dimensional space. This area was vast, and there were no other people nearby for the moment.

Not long after, he saw several other "young people" practicing the Daoist Breathing Technique, all at the great perfection stage, moving through this space.

"As expected, this lineage of the Xilin Clan has never given up searching for that light."

Chu Feng had learned from Uncle Ming that ever since ancient times, one particular lineage of the Xilin Clan had discovered the good fortune here, kept it secret, and had been searching for it covertly for years, without reporting it.

Initially, even saints took action, hoping to seize it for their descendants. However, it all proved to be in vain.

In fact, there were several instances where the mysterious ray of light almost fell into the hands of younger individuals, yet it consistently eluded saints, much to their frustration and bewilderment.

Even with their immense power, they were helpless, unable to capture this ray of light.

After prolonged experimentation, this lineage of the Xilin Clan realized that this ray of light was more inclined towards young life forms and clearly disdained older evolutionists.

"Be careful, people from Old Ancestor Wei Heng's lineage have also arrived. How did they know there's a mysterious ray of light here?"

"It's all because of those remnants. The clan's divine son was killed on Earth, our mother planet, and Old Ancestor Wei Heng's son, Wei Tiansheng, also died tragically. He wants to cultivate a super genius to inherit their lineage and have his descendant eliminate Chu Feng and other remnants from Earth."

"Indeed, Old Ancestor Wei Heng swore to personally sever Chang Ming's head. If the genius he cultivates can also kill Chu Feng, he sees it as a glorious tale."

In the shadows, Chu Feng frowned. Wei Heng also knew about this place and had sent people to seize the good fortune.

"Wants to sever Uncle Ming's head?" Chu Feng sneered. Since he was here today, if he encountered any of Wei Heng's favored descendants, he would surely eliminate them first.

"The good fortune here is no longer a secret. Old Ancestor Wei Heng never gives up until he achieves his goals. Our lineage is at a disadvantage and likely can't compete with them."

"They don't know this place as well as we do. Let's go. Recently, I've felt that the light is appearing more frequently. Perhaps this is our chance!"

Chu Feng's expression was volatile, murderous intent fully revealed in his eyes. He drew his Reincarnation Blade, preparing to annihilate this group, leaving no one alive. Those who came here seeking that light were all prodigies of the Xilin Clan, the most talented individuals of their race!

"I will destroy your foundations!"

However, before he could act, he quickly became enraged.

Chu Feng discovered that the individuals he had just seen had merged with another group, driving a line of ragged prisoners. They ranged from children of six or seven to elders in their sixties or seventies, all skin and bones, barely clinging to life.

"You lot, how long have we been teaching you? Haven't you mastered this breathing technique yet? The Daoist Breathing Technique is a supreme inheritance from ancient Earth; how can you be learning it so poorly?"

A leather whip cracked, and several elders immediately threw themselves over two children to shield them from the lashing, their own backs instantly becoming a bloody, pulpy mess.

"Forget it," one person said with a grim face. "These are captives from ancient Earth, prisoners from back then. Only this many descendants are left now. If we beat them to death, we won't have anyone else."

The person next to him was irritated and said, "These people are the most direct descendants of those ancient Earth powerhouses, of the same clan as Yaoyao. We originally wanted them to cultivate the Daoist Breathing Technique to adapt to this environment and help us find that ray of light. But they're proving to be useless."

"They've never been exposed to cultivation methods. It will probably be difficult for them to show any improvement in the short term."

On this planet, the rules and order contained within Yaoyao's father's flesh and blood had altered everything.

The Xilin Clan wanted to use the bloodline of these people, which was similar to Yaoyao's lineage, to have them cultivate the Daoist Breathing Technique and approach that light.

They suspected that the light was drawn by the rules and order left in Yaoyao's father's flesh and blood, making it more inclined towards those of the same lineage and origin.

The Xilin Clan was merely a military legion on Earth in ancient times and had no blood relation to Yaoyao's lineage.

Snap! Snap!The sound of the whip cracked again. The prisoners, their faces covered in grime, bodies filthy, and clothes tattered, remained silent, enduring the whip's assault, their bodies covered in welts.

"These brats are truly strange; the death energy of this planet barely corrodes them," someone said with resentment.

From a distance, Chu Feng witnessed everything. Upon hearing their words, his blood instantly boiled with rage. He immediately understood what was happening and wished he could eradicate every single member of the Xilin Clan!

Snap! Snap!Several more whips descended. Even the children did not cry, bearing bloodstains on their bodies. The elders threw themselves over the children, while several middle-aged individuals piled on top of the elders, all shielding against the whips. Their skin was already torn and bleeding, some even close to revealing bone.

Yet, from beginning to end, neither the children, nor the elders and middle-aged individuals, uttered a single word, enduring in silence.

"Hmph, you lot are stubborn. Go find that ray of light for me!" a Xilin Clan member shouted.

Then, another person raised a whip.

"Stop hitting them. No matter what, we need to leave some remnants to let their bloodline continue. The Old Ancestor said they will be very useful later. If we beat them all to death, we won't be able to explain it," someone coldly interjected. It wasn't out of sympathy; they were only kept alive because they were temporarily needed.

"I just can't stand the sight of them!" one person muttered, still unwilling to give up, raising his whip to strike again.

"You're all seeking death!" After confirming their identities, Chu Feng's rage surged, his entire being about to explode. He charged forward at extreme speed from a distance!