Chapter 813: The Later Years of the Gods

Before Chu Feng arrived here, there was nothing unusual about him. However, when he was still several miles away from the stone grinding wheel, some luminous, ripple-like patterns appeared on his body.

"Get down!" Chu Feng grabbed the little daoist.

He had always been wary of this son, constantly fearing the little rascal might lash out at him. Even though he had beaten the boy several times, he remained extremely cautious. "You demon! You ambushed me, stole my black talisman paper, and even deceived me by saying you'd return it. Now that you've been exposed, what do you have to say?" the little daoist questioned, his eyes red.

In fact, Chu Feng was also puzzled; he truly hadn't used that black talisman paper. He had kept it, hidden in the starry sky along with the stone box. "Look closely," Chu Feng explained to the little daoist, "besides the dark light, there's also silver gleam, purple haze, and golden flames..."

"Amitabha, Boundless Celestial Venerable! You truly are ruthless. How many people did you ambush to collect all this? Are you showing off to me?!" The little daoist was furious. At the same time, he was very surprised, believing that Chu Feng had plundered numerous brilliant talents—individuals who were originally destined to become Celestial Venerables in their respective worlds—and intercepted their fortunes. Furthermore, he was utterly contemptuous, thinking this father was utterly shameless and depraved!

Chu Feng solemnly assured the little daoist that he had only robbed him and absolutely no one else. "Oh, my chest hurts badly, just like Uncle Invincible. I feel like I'm going to spit blood! How can I be so unlucky?! You only robbed one person, so why me of all people? What kind of judgment do you have? Do I look easy to bully?!"

The little daoist was fuming, hopping in anger. Even though the incident was in the past, he couldn't stand it. Chu Feng ignored him, pondering deeply, and then he understood the reason. He had sat side-by-side with the clay figurine in front of the Reincarnation Cave, accepting offerings of talisman paper and incense. At that time, shimmering, mysterious patterns had appeared, wrapping around his wrist. Later, he had even used the Vajra to accept the offerings on his behalf. It now seemed that both the Vajra and his own body had, like the clay figurine, partaken of the offerings.

The little daoist's black talisman paper had also been lit and offered there, but Chu Feng had knocked him down, stolen the paper, and then extinguished it. Although only a corner of it had been lit, it was still an offering, and Chu Feng had absorbed a wisp of its dark light. Upon hearing Chu Feng reveal this hidden detail, the little daoist's expression flickered. When he looked at Chu Feng, he felt not only a blockage in his heart but also a sense of speechlessness. This father was incredibly reckless, daring to run to the very end of the Path of Reincarnation to intercept fortune, and yet he hadn't died! He was truly blessed with great luck!

He couldn't quite comprehend it. Even a world progenitor or a peerless mighty figure would undoubtedly perish if they dared to stir up trouble there. How could this father, with his utterly youthful face, manage it? He strongly suspected that Chu Feng possessed a supreme treasure, one that could suppress everything. Otherwise, he believed his father would have been crushed to dust at the grinding wheel in the City of Light and Death; there was no way he could have ventured to the very end of the Path of Reincarnation.

"Dad, look, the path we cultivators walk is far too perilous. We could die midway at any moment. Even though you're in your prime, with many golden years ahead, you still need to be prepared. What if something unexpected happens? You should make a will soon. I'm your only son. What do you plan to leave me? Does our Chu family have any profound cultivation techniques or Dao artifacts that can be passed down? Give me a hint beforehand."

The first part of the speech was fine; Chu Feng was even nodding. But the latter part tasted wrong. He immediately glared, thinking, "This little brat needs a beating!" "How dare you curse your old man?!" *Whack! Whack! Whack!* Chu Feng immediately gave him a good thrashing. No one nearby tried to stop him; even Qin Luoyin didn't shield him, watching him get beaten. The silver-haired loli, Ying Wudi, and Ouyang Feng even clapped their hands in delight.

After beating him, Chu Feng pondered carefully and guessed that his son suspected he possessed a supreme treasure. "Trying to con your father, son? You're still too green!" Chu Feng warned.

Ouyang Feng stepped forward, patted the little daoist's shoulder, and said, "Nephew, be more filial from now on. Otherwise, with your dad's efficiency, you'll soon have a second mother and a third, and then a fifth and a sixth won't be far off, will they? You'll have a whole bunch of siblings, many competitors."

Little daoist: "Jun Tuo's son, get away from me!"

"Damn it!" Ouyang Feng rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

As they approached the front, mist obscured their view. A grinding wheel, approximately a mile in diameter, lay there, enveloped in chaotic energy, slowly rotating. Even from a distance, they felt an oppressive force. Behind them, the desolate hills and dry land gradually faded into the mist, devoid of life, as they stepped into the chaotic fringe. The grinding wheel was massive, with a rough stone surface, turning slowly and regularly. It felt as if not just them, but even gods or devils would be ground into pulp if they entered.

"It's extremely dangerous," Ying Zhexian said. "At our current cultivation level, it's impossible to enter the grinding wheel." For the past six months, they had rarely used their special techniques, especially Chu Feng and Ouyang Feng, who had almost completely abstained. This was because, according to what they understood, if someone who had survived three heavenly tribulations attempted another one within a year, the lightning would be more than ten times stronger! From a fatalistic perspective, this was a warning from Heaven: continuous slaughter violated the harmony of nature and incurred devastating punishment! If Chu Feng had a physical body, he wouldn't be too afraid even if the tribulation became terrifyingly strong. But it was different now; with only a soul body, he truly dared not take the risk. Blind arrogance would only lead to death!

Qin Luoyin, graceful and slender, watched and said, "The grinding wheel has streaks of bloodstains that haven't dried even after countless years. They still emit a faint red glow and make one's heart pound. This must be the blood of gods." "Where did these gods ultimately go after walking this path?" Ying Wudi also frowned. In this world, gods faced a truly tragic end in their old age. Though they dominated the world in their prime, their twilight years were so terrifying that they were forced to leave their homelands. This was a divine path! Undoubtedly, there had to be something extraordinary on this path, and they had come here precisely to witness it.

"Dad, are you going to enter the grinding wheel and get yourself crushed?" the little daoist asked. He really wanted to remind Chu Feng to make a will quickly. Chu Feng, however, shot him a sidelong glance, and he immediately shut up, not daring to say anything more. "Don't act recklessly," Ying Zhexian warned Chu Feng. Ever since they learned that Chu Feng had ventured to the Path of Reincarnation and stirred up trouble, they were deeply shocked by his recklessness and feared he might cause more mischief now. Qin Luoyin, in particular, felt uneasy when she thought of the grinding wheel in relation to reincarnation and purgatory. She glanced at the little daoist, feeling that place was too chaotic.

The little daoist spoke up, "In a sense, only my dad can cross this grinding wheel of life and death. He shamefully partook of offerings alongside the clay figurine, and the light from several talisman papers on him can protect his soul from being corrupted, allowing him to safely cross reincarnation." He believed that this grinding wheel was similar to the Reincarnation Grinding Wheel, and crossing it might signify a new birth, a completely new world.

"So you're just wishing for me to foolishly charge in there? You unfilial son!" Chu Feng hauled him over, swung his arm, and gave him another brutal beating. Everyone was used to it. This father-son duo was too eccentric; the son always tried to scheme against his father, but as the saying goes, "the Dao is one foot high, the Devil ten feet." The little daoist always ended up on the losing end.

"Dearest mother, I want to bid you farewell! Once this dad returns my black talisman paper, I'm going to reincarnate. I can't live like this anymore. It's bad enough calling an enemy my father, but I get beaten every day! How can I, a Celestial Venerable in the making, tolerate this?!" The group burst into laughter, devoid of sympathy. Only Qin Luoyin grabbed his ear and gave him a thorough scolding.

Chu Feng lingered there, constantly waiting. He didn't rush in blindly, as he knew from their information that the grinding wheel occasionally stopped rotating, which would make it relatively safer. They waited there for half a year. Calculating the time, they had been in this world for about a year. And now, Chu Feng, Ouyang Feng, and the others could once again use their special techniques without restraint, no longer worrying about the tenfold heavenly tribulation penalty. "No more waiting, I'm going in to take a look!" Chu Feng made his decision. He knew that waiting any longer would yield no results; even gods rarely encountered such opportunities, so how could he possibly stumble upon one?

The silver-haired loli's face immediately filled with worry. "Brother-in-law, don't go and commit suicide! Even if your son is unfilial, there's no need to take your own life. Just live well, and let my sister bear you a child in the future!"

Little daoist: "!!!"

He was cursing. What did this have to do with him? Everyone knew what kind of person this father was; why blame it on him? He wasn't taking this responsibility. Ying Zhexian's face also darkened slightly. She showed no mercy, giving her sister a good beating. She felt it was necessary to discipline her, otherwise, her sister was too outrageous.

"Are you really going in to die?" Ying Wudi asked, looking at Chu Feng with suspicion. In his eyes, this was no different from suicide.

Chu Feng said, "Brother-in-law, let's bury the hatchet with a smile. If something happens to me, you in the future..."

Ying Wudi glared at him. This guy was getting more arrogant, calling him "brother-in-law" directly. He interrupted fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense. Just go in peace. Have a good journey. I'll take good care of my sister!"

It didn't sound like good wishes at all. Chu Feng grimaced. "No, you misunderstood me. What I mean is, if something truly happens to me, in the future... could you please stay far away from your sister?"

"Damn it!" Ying Wudi was enraged. This shameless person was truly arrogant, with not a single pleasant word.

Chu Feng spoke earnestly, "Being an 'older sister-complex' is a sickness. You should go out and explore; you'll find so many wonderful things in this world. In short, if I don't come back, don't hover around your sister. Go as far away as you can."

"Get lost immediately!" Ying Wudi wanted to hit someone. When did he become an "older sister-complex"? Damn it, he wanted to beat Ying Xiaoxiao and kick this great demon to death even more.

"Brother, don't take risks," Ouyang Feng said, very worried.

"It's fine, I know what I'm doing," Chu Feng reassured him. Then, he whispered to Qin Luoyin, speaking sincerely, telling her she had been through a lot, and simultaneously reminding her that if their child seemed off, she should strangle him early.

"Hey, what are you saying?!" The little daoist, who had been eavesdropping with pricked ears, immediately became enraged, filled with intense hatred.

"Kid, I know your origins are extraordinary. The most powerful ancient imperial dynasties and holy lands of your world had to be annihilated before that black talisman paper was brought out from the First Forbidden Zone and given to you. There must be a reason for it. Since you are remarkable, protect your mother well!"

After speaking, Chu Feng leaped into the stone grinding wheel with a whoosh, directly barging in, intent on entering the path taken by gods in their twilight years.

*Creak!*

Even though it was only a wisp of soul light that flew in, the grinding wheel let out a sound, as if crushing something rigid. In an instant, it enveloped Chu Feng. "Chu Feng!" Everyone cried out. Because they saw Chu Feng's soul light appearing to shatter into pieces! "Dad!" the little daoist shrieked, his cry heartbreaking.

However, after several flashes of light on Chu Feng's body, his soul light reassembled and reappeared. Yet, the danger was not over. The stone grinding wheel began to rumble loudly, pressing down, intending to completely engulf him. "Chu Feng, stay alive!" the others shouted. The little daoist's cries grew even more heartbroken. "Dad... you haven't made a will yet! Where's our family's supreme treasure?!" "You unfilial brat!" Chu Feng was so enraged he almost burst out of the grinding wheel to give him another beating.

However, with a flash of light, the grinding wheel completely swallowed him, crushing him relentlessly.