Chapter 680: Swallowing the Mist Evolution

Chu Feng stood alone in the field. The air was thick with the stench of blood as the Xilin Clan geniuses lay sprawled on the ground, dissolving and on the verge of disappearing.

A genius cried out about the insidious Reincarnation Blade, expressing a desperate wish not to die. This individual had originally intended to feign death, but now a mental wave emanated from him. He felt terror, as even his spirit was being eroded, destined for complete annihilation of both body and soul.

Chu Feng stood impassively where he was; there was no need for him to finish anyone off. At that moment, drops of blood on the Reincarnation Blade began to vanish before even falling to the ground. Once struck by the blade, flesh and blood dissolved, ultimately destroying both body and spirit.

Chu Feng murmured to himself that it seemed all clans finally knew the blade's origin. The fact that these Xilin Clan geniuses could name the Reincarnation Blade revealed a lot of information in itself. Chu Feng was not surprised. Even Yu Chi-kong, the protector of Earth's Chosen Son, who had never left his home planet, was able to recognize the Reincarnation Blade and understand its origins.

Powerful clans in the starry sky, such as the Celestial Race and the Netherworld Race, had commanded the starry sky for tens of thousands to millions of years. Having experienced the Great Beast Cataclysm, the Black Blood Tide, and the Dimming of All Heavens, among other events, and personally traversed through various historical catastrophes and the passage of time, they naturally understood many secret histories. Among these powerful races, there was no shortage of knowledgeable individuals. Eventually, someone recognized the blade's origin and spread the information to the outside world. After all, someone had already sent pictures of the dark-red long blade in Chu Feng's hand into the starry sky; in such a vast universe, someone was bound to recognize it.

Chu Feng departed. Ultimately, only some human-shaped ashes remained on the spot. Over a dozen top geniuses of the Xilin Clan, all in the Meal-of-Mist realm, remained there forever.

Chu Feng glanced at the old, weak, sick, and disabled individuals in the jade vase and said he would hand them over to Uncle Ming after he left. He sighed. However, Uncle Ming would surely be delighted. He likely wouldn't have expected that Yaoyao's clan still had descendants alive on this dead star. Although their condition was poor, it was good news nonetheless.

Chu Feng began to run. His body moved like a gust of wind, and then like a flash of lightning; he was incredibly fast. He was searching for his own opportunity. The grass was sparse, and occasionally, sickly old trees with only a few leaves could be seen. This area was barren, yet it also possessed a strange aura. Chu Feng confirmed that the soil and ambient energy were similar to those in the Purgatory Space. He determined that this dimensional space was formed from matter expelled from Purgatory.

Thus, he began his search, longing for that wisp of light to reappear. At this point, he took out the stone box. After all, that wisp of light might have escaped from the Land of Reincarnation, and the box might have some attractive properties. A swamp appeared, which surprised Chu Feng. This dead star was severely lacking in vitality and water, and its dimensional spaces were no exception.

The void vibrated, and energy roared. The swamp suddenly split open. A gaping, blood-red maw large enough to swallow a mammoth surged towards Chu Feng. It was a catfish with skin as black as ink and a body like a giant dragon. It rose from the swamp, controlling boundless death energy and black mist, radiating potent power. Its entire body was wreathed in death energy. This was a mutated creature that had surprisingly adapted well to this dead star, thriving there.

Inside its blood-red maw, its teeth were more than half a human's height. They were snow-white, sharp, and chillingly cold. The instant Chu Feng dodged, the massive mouth snapped shut, its teeth clashing together with a terrifyingly crisp sound. Chu Feng soared, unleashing a Lightning Fist. A golden light mass erupted, accompanied by deafening thunder. It punched a bloody hole in the catfish's side, sending it flying sideways.

Chu Feng was surprised; this catfish was nearing the Golden Body level. Otherwise, if it were a Meal-of-Mist creature, he would have instantly shattered it with one punch. Moreover, the energy of this catfish spirit was very peculiar; it was permeated with dense death energy, very similar to the state of this planet.

At this moment, Chu Feng took out an ancient artifact. It was a banner hanging from a pole, which unfurled in the wind, flapping loudly and exuding a terrifying aura. The Blood-Transforming Divine Banner! This was a secret treasure he had snatched from an old woman of the Spirit Race, who had severed her own Golden Body realm, back on Earth. It was very mysterious and terrifying, possessing immense power that even the Reincarnation Blade could not cleave.

Blood mist diffused as the banner unfurled. Chu Feng used it as a spear, throwing it forward. Although the catfish spirit was powerful, it seemed somewhat muddled, its spirit slightly confused. Chu Feng guessed this was related to the planet's environment. The Blood-Transforming Divine Banner pierced the dragon-like catfish. Instantly, it ravenously devoured its vitality, causing it to struggle violently and emit agonizing mental screams. But it was useless; it couldn't break free. Finally, it turned into a mere fish skin, all its essence completely devoured.

Chu Feng muttered that his methods indeed made him seem like a great devil. Both the Blood-Transforming Divine Banner and the Reincarnation Blade were quite malicious. However, he still had the Lightning Fist, which was very sacred. Each time he threw a punch, the brilliant fist light was like a blazing sun across the sky, dazzling and blinding enough.

In the swamp, he consecutively killed six catfish spirits. Chu Feng destroyed the bodies and erased all traces, even damaging the fish skins. This was because the Blood-Transforming Divine Banner couldn't be exposed. Furthermore, he intended to use it later to frame the Spirit Race for various misdeeds.

Someone ahead conversed, wondering if such a light truly existed. They asserted that Grand Ancestor Wei Heng had spoken, so it must be true. They expressed surprise that the saints guarding the dark prison had not reported this, consistently allowing their descendants to seek opportunities here, and were glad their own lineage had also discovered it. They then asked when Wei Changhe would arrive, noting that Grand Ancestor Wei Heng had great hopes for him, believing that if he could fuse with that light, he was sure to become a saint in this lifetime, perhaps even advancing further.

Chu Feng observed from the shadows. These individuals were descendants of Wei Heng, not from the same lineage as the group he had killed earlier. Someone shouted in excitement, pointing out that the light had appeared again, and urged them to seize it this time by activating the black stone box bestowed by Grand Ancestor Wei Heng. The geniuses of the Xilin Clan's Wei Heng lineage were greatly excited. This was the third time they had seen that wisp of light. Their previous two attempts had been fruitless, but now they were trying again.

Chu Feng was surprised. He felt that this light was coming for him. More precisely, it was drawn by the multi-colored firelight within the stone box he carried, as both originated from the Purgatory Space. The firelight in the stone box was truly scarce now; Chu Feng had expended too much of it during the great battle in Kunlun's Land of Myriad Gods. But for now, it was enough. It attracted that wisp of light, which swooped directly towards him, circling him, radiating brilliantly and causing his entire body to glow.

Chu Feng was deeply surprised and shocked. He hadn't expected to attract this light so easily. He had originally thought he would have to wait a long time and put in great effort to hunt it down. This light carried faint traces of chaotic energy. It was brilliant and full of vitality, making his pores open up and filling him with an extraordinary sense of comfort. This was no less potent than a great medicinal herb; its mere aura made one's body feel comfortable and spirit relaxed, making one wish to devour it whole.

A cry of "Huh, over there!" rang out. Another voice questioned why there was an extra person and how he had attracted the wisp of light. Wei Heng's descendants exclaimed in surprise. They saw the wisp of light enter a hilly area. They immediately rushed over, seeing Chu Feng encircled by the light. These people immediately pounced to attack. No matter who it was, even if it were the descendants of the saints guarding the dark prison, they would still rush forward to fight and contend for it.

One person bellowed at Chu Feng to get lost, wanting to knock him away and take his place. They ordered him to leave immediately, promising to spare his life. These people weren't soft-hearted. Rather, they feared Chu Feng might swallow the light in one gulp because it was too strange, with the light revolving around him.

Chu Feng sneered back that they were the ones who should get lost. He temporarily ignored the wisp of light, raising his blade and charging towards these people. An encounter battle erupted. This concerned his own Dao fruit, so Chu Feng would not be careless; he went all out, fighting for his life against these individuals. Resonance Art and Spiral Art were unleashed through the long blade. This created a horrifying scene as soon as combat began. The long blade slashed forward, roaring and vibrating. With a bang, one person was directly shattered. This was not a mere cleaving, but a resonance that pulverized bones and blood into mist; the scene was truly dreadful.

A voice demanded to know who he was. Chu Feng, not wanting to waste words, simply replied that he was the one who would kill them. *Puff puff puff!* Ultimately, all these individuals were slain by Chu Feng. The hilly area suddenly became quiet.

Chu Feng sheathed his blade and stood there. He was trying to draw in that light. However, at that moment, he was suddenly terrified, his hair standing on end. As the wisp of light truly approached his skin, his body almost burst apart, and his divine soul nearly exploded. Then, he opened his Fiery Eyes of Truth, seeing clearly and understanding. This wisp of light carried a faint trace of blood, but it bore intricate order runes and the power of rules, making it exceptionally terrifying!

Chu Feng's scalp tingled. The Xilin Clan's guess was true. This wisp of light was stained with blood, possibly related to Yaoyao's father! He quickly activated the Daoist Breathing Technique to calm himself. *Clanging!* That faint trace of blood was very tiny, but it emitted the sound of rattling chains; it was an Order Divine Chain! It detached from the wisp of light and revolved around Chu Feng, causing blood to seep from his entire body; he felt as though he would immediately explode. The mere proximity, without even contact, was unbearable.

Finally, a scene emerged from this wisp of blood. It was a man, majestic and valiant. He bore similarities to Yaoyao, such as his eyes, which shone with immense confidence. Chu Feng could only circulate the Daoist Breathing Technique to withstand this terrifying pressure. He didn't know what the outcome would be. Ultimately, the Daoist Breathing Technique resonated with that trace of blood, causing Chu Feng's body to burst forth with brilliant light and vibrate continuously. With a *whoosh*, that trace of blood, containing the Order Chain, shot through the air and vanished!

Without a doubt, if someone without the Daoist Breathing Technique had come here, they would likely have gained nothing, and might even have faced a life-and-death calamity! Chu Feng sighed, lamenting that the youngest Imprinting-All-Heavens-level overlord in history was ultimately besieged and killed by the ancient ancestors of various races, including the Celestial and Netherworld clans. The so-called rebirth from a drop of blood certainly had conditions. The cosmic overlords of that era had absolutely annihilated all of Yaoyao's father's vitality and obliterated every trace of his spiritual will. Therefore, even if flesh and blood remained, without his spirit and soul, Yaoyao's father ultimately could not reappear; he was truly dead.

After that trace of blood vanished, the mysterious light entered the stone box in Chu Feng's hand. It seemed to tumble within the colorful Reincarnation Fire, then rose again. This was a unique beam of energy matter. Chu Feng hesitated for a moment. Then he opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the wisp of light into himself. Simultaneously, he unhesitatingly broke through that barrier, entering the Meal-of-Mist realm.

Chu Feng's body convulsed violently. His entire body erupted with divine radiance, shining like a brilliant sun. He had broken through to the Meal-of-Mist realm, causing streaks of ethereal light to fill the sky and divine energy to surge. *Whoosh…* The Daoist Breathing Technique circulated. He was inhaling and exhaling that light. The first wisp of light absorbed at the Meal-of-Mist level integrated into his physique, merging with his flesh and essence.

At this moment, Chu Feng felt his physical state was at its peak. The foundation he had laid was too solid and profound. With crackling sounds, his bones and internal organs resonated. His physique rapidly increased after evolving. He wondered aloud what he had gained, noting that some mysterious ethereal lights, once ingested, reportedly not only enhanced one's power in the Meal-of-Mist realm but could also manifest divine abilities.

Chu Feng was incredibly curious about this mysterious wisp of light. The evolution within him was still ongoing, his physique continuously improving. Suddenly, his body trembled, as if he had once again arrived at the end of the Reincarnation Road, stepping into an ancient cave! Chu Feng's heart pounded. He had always been curious about that cave but had not entered it. Was this wisp of light truly from there? What would he see next?

A "fourteen-year-old" super-star genius youth was evolving. His strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, clearly about to trigger a series of unforeseen events.