Chapter 689: Brother in the Supreme Eight-Trigram Furnace

A group of people became quite drunk. Due to their extreme relaxation, their minds were no longer tense, leaving them all feeling dizzy and lightheaded. The island's inhabitants had been under immense stress for many days, but now, with their inner turmoil gone, they were all pleasantly intoxicated.

The Northeast Tiger, quite tipsy, approached and placed a large hand on Chu Feng's shoulder. With his other hand, he held a wine glass, clinked it with Chu Feng's, and then downed a cup of fine wine. Only then did he speak: "Brother, why aren't you eating? There's so much delicious food here. Hmm, start with a roasted lamb leg. This is truly a rare breed—a Purple Gold Mountain Goat. They say these are incredibly expensive in the starry sky, and ordinary people wouldn't dare eat them, as they belong to a powerful race."

Chu Feng eyed the food repeatedly. Finally, he quietly cut a piece of purple-golden lamb meat with a dining knife, ate it, and then began to drink wine and eat berries.

"That's not like you at all. Aren't you a big eater? Before, during the emergency war between East and West at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, you even managed to create a gourmet ranking list. What's wrong today? You're so delicate. Is it not to your liking?"

"I don't have much appetite," Chu Feng replied, watching them devour large pieces of meat and drink from big bowls. He mostly stuck to just drinking.

The Great Black Ox also looked suspicious. "What's the matter? This isn't your usual style. Why are you only eating wild fruits? Aren't you a carnivore? These are supposed to be your favorites."

Without a word, he then tore off a golden, fragrant roasted mountain chicken leg, weighing several hundred kilograms, and offered it to Chu Feng, urging him to eat more.

"I... I've given it up," Chu Feng said with a strained smile. He wasn't truly anorexic, but the memory of his ordeal in the grinding mill within the City of Light Death still left him with a lingering "injury" when it came to meat.

In that place, saints and sacred beasts alike were crushed into pulp by the grinding mill, their blood splattering and brains flowing. He had been bathed in it all, and the mere thought of it still made him want to vomit.

Therefore, unless he was extremely hungry, he truly couldn't stomach various kinds of meat.

"Oh, come on, you're a glutton! You'd give it up? Don't say a word, just eat it!" The Great Black Ox wanted him to replenish his strength, practically forcing the hundreds of kilograms of roasted chicken leg into his hands.

Chu Feng was speechless. Something that enormous could easily be used as a mace.

"You bunch of beasts from Undying Mountain, come out now! Your lord has arrived to pick mounts. If you value your lives, emerge from Undying Mountain at once!"

These were truly infuriating words, utterly dismissive of the evolvers within Undying Mountain. It was a completely contemptuous act, coming here just to pick mounts—outrageously arrogant.

Not long ago, Chu Feng had slain a group of people, causing quite a stir outside. People were now wondering if a formidable expert had arrived and were beginning to coordinate their actions.

Some of them were incredibly arrogant, believing themselves unmatched across the Earth. They had indeed located the vicinity and were now issuing challenges.

Such provocative words were clearly intentional, designed to enrage Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, Old Black, and others inside Undying Mountain, hoping to lure them out to fight.

A great demon from Kunlun Mountain went to investigate. Upon his return, he reported, "It's that individual from the Sea King race, a humanoid creature with three eyes. The vertical eye on their forehead is said to transform into a divine eye once they evolve to a certain level."

"It's him? That three-eyed monster known as the Sea King Saint Son?" The Great Black Ox asked, surprised.

"Is he famous?" Chu Feng inquired.

The Mastiff King explained, "He's very famous. He's a new evolver, rumored to be able to fight to a standstill with someone ranked in the twenties on the cosmic genius list. What's most crucial is that he's very young, only eighteen years old, and possesses boundless potential, though he is extremely arrogant."

They had encountered him once before; if not for the dilapidated ship, some of them might have been ambushed and killed by the Sea King Saint Son.

"I know you're in this area! The fog can't conceal you from this Saint Son's divine eye. You lot of mounts, come out!"

The Sea King Saint Son continued to issue challenges, deliberately provoking everyone.

"Damn it, I really want to crush this little brat!" A group of great demons from Kunlun gnashed their teeth in fury.

The Great Black Ox said, "Don't worry. Once we evolve to the Meal-of-Sunset-Glow realm, we'll gang up on him and beat his human head until it looks like a dog's."

After saying this, he quickly glanced at the Mastiff King. "Brother Mastiff, I... I misspoke. Please don't take offense. What I meant was, we'll beat his human head until it resembles a pheasant's!"

Chu Feng stood up. "Wait here. I'll go claim his head. Why let such an arrogant and insolent fellow live until the New Year? I'll chop him down now!"

With a swift movement, he then vanished from their sight, leaving the island and entering the misty region.

The next moment, many felt the presence of thunder. Blazing electric light sliced across the ocean surface, illuminating the mist, while the boundless, deafening rumble of thunder was terrifying.

It was Chu Feng employing a divine skill from the Yang realm: Lightning Fist!

The fist's radiance tore through the sky, truly resembling lightning. Golden energy seethed, and Yang energy surged forth, a truly terrifying sight.

A massive explosion erupted there, tearing ship hulls apart. Many followers screamed, their bodies disintegrating on the sea surface. In the end, only the Sea King Saint Son remained, roaring and fighting furiously.

The battle concluded swiftly.

Chu Feng returned, carrying the Sea King Saint Son, whose body was now only a severed torso. The three-eyed humanoid creature had no lower half, its face was ashen, its vertical eye dim, and its entire body felt limp.

"Well, well, isn't this the renowned Sea King Saint Son? What brings you to visit us?" The Old Donkey scurried over, perking its long ears and baring its large teeth, looking down at him.

"You imbecile donkey, how dare you insult me..." The Sea King Saint Son retorted fiercely.

"Damn it, who are you calling an imbecile?!" The Old Donkey detested being insulted like that. With a loud clang, it immediately bucked, delivering two powerful donkey kicks that made the Sea King Saint Son shriek in pain, his head nearly splitting open.

"Let those with grievances settle them, and those with grudges take their revenge!" Chu Feng declared, casting the Sea King Saint Son onto the ground.

Ultimately, screams echoed through the area. The Sea King Saint Son had his cultivation crippled, his evolving body shattered, and was then thrown into the sea to bait sharks.

The Saint Son met a tragic end, swallowed by fish.

"Brother, your capabilities are truly terrifying," the Northeast Tiger marveled. "To so easily capture a genius ranked in the twenties in the universe..."

"Wait for me to return," Chu Feng said. "You'll all soon enter the Meal-of-Sunset-Glow realm too!"

He made several arrangements on the island, deploying countless magnets. Twelve layers of defensive fields emerged, combining to form an impenetrable barrier.

Chu Feng intended to refine medicine, and he wanted to ensure that if any unexpected situations arose, or if someone found the island, the defensive fields would hold them off for a considerable time.

He was heading to Purple Gold Mountain in Jiangning; one day would be ample time.

Chu Feng vanished from the island, departing quietly. Outside the mist, he observed numerous groups, including large ships from Penglai and punitive expeditions from Yingzhou.

As for beings from outside the domain, there were even more. Over a hundred evolutionary sects had united, and at least thirty or forty of them were present today.

Among them, he spotted Xu Chengxian, the Myriad Star Body. Chu Feng almost couldn't resist rushing over, eager to engage in battle immediately.

However, he ultimately held back. Since he had promised his brothers to prioritize dealing with the Spirit Race's Myriad Star Body, the Xilin Race, and the Calamity-Free Divine Body, he decided to suppress his killing intent for the moment.

He understood his brothers' deep-seated grievances; they had been ambushed by these individuals, with some barely surviving and others losing their lives entirely. The survivors found it impossible to swallow their anger and hoped Chu Feng would lead them into battle so they could personally defeat their enemies.

"Very well. I'll let you live a little longer, to serve as whetstones for my brothers."

Chu Feng silently departed from beneath the sea. After traveling a considerable distance, he piloted the green bamboo boat at lightning speed. Tens of thousands of miles were nothing to him as he ascended into the sky above the land, then swiftly made his way towards Purple Gold Mountain in Jiangning.

Just as he expected, with the unsealing of famous mountains and great rivers, this area's terrain was also transformed. Purple Gold Mountain was utterly different; purple energy steamed, and the celestial aura was astonishing.

Ancient green pines and cypresses stood sturdy as dragons, waterfalls cascaded, and the mountains and rivers were breathtakingly beautiful.

The Supreme Eight Trigrams Furnace terrain, in particular, exuded an unfathomable aura.

"Hmm, the furnace fire is stronger now; it can refine extraordinary precious medicines!" Chu Feng nodded, though he was also quite surprised. This was, after all, a man-made Supreme Eight Trigrams Furnace formation, not a true supreme forbidden land.

Yet, this place was somehow also unsealing and growing increasingly profound and unfathomable. This indicated how extraordinary the original spellcaster had been, possessing methods that surpassed even those of a field master.

Chu Feng instantly entered the underground cave, which was the core of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

As he activated the formation, winds instantly rose from all directions. Then, eight types of energies—including Lunar Fire Essence, Solar Fire Essence, and Dragon Qi—surged upwards, adorned with runes, directly igniting the central "Eight Trigrams Furnace."

Indeed, the difference was night and day.

Chu Feng was confident that powerful elixirs could be refined here.

He retrieved all the exotic fruits he possessed, sorting them into several piles according to their respective evolutionary tiers. He then took out the golden willow thunderwood he had brought back after collecting the fruits, along with some withered branches from the osmanthus tree on the moon, and, naturally, the White Tiger blood he had acquired from the moon.

These were all ingredients he intended to use for this alchemy session, as they could enhance the medicinal efficacy.

Flames surged, transforming the area. From the sky, the terrain truly resembled a divine furnace concealed underground, with runes flashing in all directions and eight-colored flames rising and burning fiercely.

"Who is activating this formation?!"

During this time, some people came and went, while others lingered, but none dared to approach too closely. The area was dense with pulsating formation symbols, and the vibrant Solar and Lunar Fire Essences instilled fear.

Everything proceeded smoothly. By the time Chu Feng arrived, dusk was settling, and after a night of refining, numerous elixirs appeared around him.

Some were dazzling golden, others vibrantly red and translucent, some shimmering blue, and others sparkling silver. They were truly multicolored and brilliantly radiant.

The aroma, of course, was incredibly rich and pervasive.

Outside the Supreme Eight Trigrams Furnace formation, some individuals lingered, gazing into the distance. They, too, caught the rich medicinal scent.

It was already morning. Inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, Chu Feng opened his eyes, looking at the various colored pills on the ground. He was incredibly delighted, knowing he could consume them to further advance his physical evolution and enhance his strength.

However, at that very moment, his body stiffened. A hand had suddenly rested on his shoulder from behind, an utterly abrupt arrival he hadn't detected beforehand. It made his scalp tingle and sent shivers down his spine.

Chu Feng didn't move rashly. He merely tilted his head slightly to glance at his right shoulder, instantly realizing who it was. He almost wanted to cry.

"Brother, you're my literal brother! People scare others to death, but you're scaring me like a ghost!"

There was a large, dark hand, covered in long black fur, with metal chains wrapped around its wrist, clearly indicating it was bound.