Chapter 822: Suzaku Abyss

"What does this mean?" Ouyang Feng stared at the rock Chu Feng had given him, examining it repeatedly, pondering its meaning with suspicion.

He then put away the rock and strode with a swan-like gait to Ying Wudi, his face solemn, and declared, "I shall take care of your wife; you need not worry."

Ying Wudi first stared in a daze, then erupted in a furious rage, grabbing Ouyang Feng by his swan-like neck, ready to fight him to the death.

Suddenly, chaos erupted as the two began to wrestle.

"Damn it, you sister-obsessed, jealous maniac, stop it! This was written by the little Daoist priest. I just wanted to ask you about it, stop!" Ouyang Feng yelled.

The two continued to struggle endlessly.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng whispered to Qin Luoyin, presenting her with the rock, looking very calm and smiling widely as he expressed his concern for her.

Qin Luoyin looked down at the inscription on the rock. First, she was startled, then a cold expression appeared on her face, followed by a slight blush. Finally, she clenched her teeth, said nothing, and transformed into a streak of light, appearing before the little Daoist priest. She then grabbed his ear and gave him a painful beating.

"Ouch, that hurts so much! Mom, stop hitting me! There's a whole line of people waiting to hit me, too. Go easy on me!" the little Daoist priest wailed.

The little Daoist priest screamed, clearly understanding his predicament and knowing that everyone would be after him. He had already anticipated what was coming.

Unfortunately, he was immobilized by a five-colored divine light and couldn't escape; otherwise, he would have long since fled.

Ouyang Feng's black swan feathers were disheveled. He flapped his wings, carrying his black turtle shell, looking as fierce as a bob-tailed dog. He roared, "Chu Nan, I'll beat you to death, you little bastard! How dare you slander me, claiming I seduced Big Sister-in-law!"

Beside them, Qin Luoyin's face darkened immediately. She wanted to beat both Ouyang Feng and the little Daoist priest!

The little Daoist priest cried out, "Brother Ouyang, let's talk this over. Our friendship is deep. Calm down, don't get excited."

"Pah!" Ouyang Feng spat out a mouthful of spiritual saliva, pinned the little Daoist priest down, and gave him a thorough beating, emphasizing again, "Nephew, I am your uncle!"

"Ouch, you're killing me, Grandmaster Dao! Son of Jun Tuo, stop hitting me, or I'll settle scores with you later! Don't think I can't beat you. If Grandmaster Dao unleashes his power, none of you will be my match!"

"You little rascal, you dare to threaten me?!" Ouyang Feng pressed him down and rough him up.

The little Daoist priest immediately backed down, saying, "Uncle Ouyang, stop! Grandmaster Dao concedes!"

On the other side, Chu Feng was having a pleasant conversation with Ying Zixian, kindly asking about her situation over the past year, while also giving her a rock meant for her.

Ying Zixian has an ethereal aura, untouched by worldly concerns. However, after carefully reading the inscription on the stone, her face turned crimson. She then threw the rock directly at the little Daoist priest's head.

"Ah, Second Aunt, are you trying to kill me? It hurts so much!" the little Daoist priest cried, rolling on the ground and feigning weakness.

Ying Wudi approached, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. The little Daoist priest had repeatedly inscribed on rocks that Ying Wudi was "sister-obsessed," and Ying Wudi felt this had utterly ruined his reputation.

"Uncle, what reputation do you have left? Ask anyone here, who doesn't know you're obsessed with your sister?" the little Daoist priest retorted stubbornly.

Ying Wudi was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to violently beat the little Daoist priest.

"Uncle, the sea of suffering has no bounds, but turning back leads to the shore. Hah, why won't you wake up!" the little Daoist priest actually tried to deliver a sharp rebuke to Ying Wudi.

Ying Wudi's face immediately darkened, shining with rage, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Say that again?!"

"Try hitting me one more time!" the little Daoist priest challenged.

"Bang!"

"Ouch, you actually hit me?! Uncle, being obsessed with your sister is a sickness that needs curing!" The little Daoist priest went all out, sticking to his stubborn defiance.

However, he soon felt unbalanced, seeing his father holding two rocks and whispering gently with his mother and Ying Zixian, exchanging something.

The little Daoist priest was furious. His shameless father was actually using his inscriptions to flirt, practically infuriating him to death! While he was getting beaten here, his father was basking in glory, with a smug, pleased look on his face. It was too despicable, too shameless.

Then, Ying Xiaoxiao came to confront him, saying, "Little Daoist priest, you described my sister and Sister Luoyin as deeply loyal, thinking of Chu Feng even in their last moments, stirring ripples in the hearts of those who read it. Why, when it came to me, did you just gloss over it without any detailed description?"

Then, a small fist landed on the little Daoist priest's eye socket, making him shriek in pain.

"What the...!"

The little Daoist priest wanted to curse. What kind of situation was this? He didn't mock the silver-haired loli, and she was unhappy about it, so she was beating him up.

He was truly speechless, wanting to ask Heaven if there was any justice left in this world.

"You don't seriously want to be my stepmother, do you?" he asked, oblivious to the danger.

Then, a fist the size of a large bowl descended. Ying Wudi was still there, and he decisively struck, beating him violently once more.

"Ugh... it hurts so much! Stop, I give up! Dear mothers, dear uncles, I apologize. All the mistakes are mine, please stop!"

For a long time, the chaos there did not subside.

Chu Feng did not hide anything, recounting his experience at the stone mill, mentioning the hundreds of divine corpses lying strewn across the ground. This made everyone present change their expressions.

What good was becoming a god? In the end, they couldn't escape death, and their later years were so miserable, plagued by gray matter their entire lives, unable to rest in peace. It was truly tragic.

"Wow, brother-in-law, you've mastered divine-level strange arts, the supreme inheritance of six deities?!" The silver-haired loli's eyes gleamed, highly excited by Chu Feng's gains.

"Don't be so quick to celebrate," Chu Feng said, his expression solemn. "I ask you, do you really dare to practice them?"

He was growing increasingly wary. He had gained a lot in this world, acquiring the most powerful divine strange arts, but he was somewhat hesitant to continue practicing them.

Ying Zixian, rational and calm, said, "This is a very serious issue that needs to be faced. We should try not to get too deeply involved."

"Isn't it such a pity? Divine-level strange arts, secret methods destined to make one a god, are right before us, yet we can't cultivate them. It's so frustrating," Ouyang Feng said, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Chu Feng said gravely, "It's better not to touch these for now if we don't have to. We can learn them later when a solution is found. Besides, if we continue to cultivate our breathing techniques steadily, in a hundred years, our spiritual energy can also reach an astonishing level."

Chu Feng had personally witnessed the horrific state of those deities after death; even their divine blood carried a foul, putrid smell, and gray mist pervaded everything. It made his hair stand on end.

"Let's control ourselves!" Qin Luoyin agreed, opting to avoid the strange arts as much as possible.

Everyone present nodded solemnly. In fact, the true value of this space wasn't due to the strange arts, but rather the different flow of time compared to their original universe.

"By the way, have you found any divine medicine near the abyss?" Chu Feng asked, feeling a stir of excitement.

"Yes, it does! That divine medicine can fly, with various phenomena accompanying it and a rich, alluring fragrance. It's so tempting, but we haven't dared to pick it. We've been waiting for Yaoyao to arrive!" Ouyang Feng said, excited as he talked about it.

"I've decided," Chu Feng declared. "From now on, I will thoroughly study domain arts!"

He believed that if he used the time differential here to comprehend domain arts, he could break free from the constraints of a domain master and advance to the grandmaster level.

In that case, he might successfully gather the herbs from both the bloody mountain and the abyss!

This way, his mastery of domain arts would improve, and by gathering and consuming the herbs, his strength would also significantly increase, killing two birds with one stone.

Moreover, there would be no strange substances to entangle him, so he wouldn't have to worry about disaster befalling him in his later years.

The more Chu Feng thought about it, the more tempted he became. He said, "Take me to see the abyss."

He decided not to practice the Lesser Six Paths Time Art unless absolutely necessary, hoping that day would never come.

"Alright, let's go take a look together." Ouyang Feng led the way, followed by the others. The little Daoist priest, no longer being beaten, wore a resentful expression.

Although they said it was near the abyss, it actually took six or seven days to reach, because there were divine beasts in the abyss, and they dared not get too close for fear of being detected.

Seven days later, they traveled across the barren land and arrived at a peculiar place.

A massive abyss lay before them, bottomless and dark, as if it could swallow souls. It was incredibly vast, like a black ocean, immense and boundless.

"This is just one of the six abysses," Qin Luoyin explained. "This one is relatively quiet; few people approach it normally."

Chu Feng nodded. Upon arriving, he could already smell a faint medicinal fragrance.

Below the abyss, specks of light shimmered, and the chirping of birds occasionally drifted up. Chu Feng opened his Golden Eyes, gazing intently. Down below, it seemed a Vermillion Bird was circling, fiery red and brilliant.

According to the others, that was a divine medicine, capable of flying and burrowing on its own.

"Is there no one guarding this place?" Chu Feng asked, surprised.

"This abyss is quite special," Ying Zixian informed him. "A very ancient being sleeps here. It doesn't need guarding and dislikes outsiders disturbing it, so it's very quiet."

The other five abysses were entirely different. They not only had underground cities but also medicinal fields and markets, bustling with activity on a daily basis.

"Do divine beasts practice strange arts?" Chu Feng asked.

"Some do, and their lifespans are very short. But others don't, like the ancient being sleeping here; it has no 'strange later years' and has lived for a very long time, making all parties wary."

Of course, not practicing strange arts meant enduring a considerable period of ordinary time, watching others ascend rapidly while they themselves could only progress slowly.

However, divine beasts possess astonishing talent, and eventually, they are sure to grow powerful.

"The divine medicine beneath the abyss occasionally transforms into small red birds and flies out, soaring with spread wings, spreading medicinal fragrance and leaving behind large swathes of bright red, crystalline light rain. Unfortunately, it's very cautious and can't be caught."

Ouyang Feng's eyes were eager; he was practically drooling over the divine medicine beneath the abyss.

In the other abysses, at least two or three divine beasts coexisted, but only here did a single divine beast reside alone. It was rumored to be a divine bird, a Vermillion Bird!

It was this species that resided here year-round, their essence and aura nourishing the divine medicine.

Outsiders speculated that the Vermillion Bird clan had dwindled in numbers, their bloodline thinning, on the verge of extinction. The sole remaining elder Vermillion Bird had always been in slumber, trying every possible way to extend the clan's lineage.

"If I cast spells here, I won't disturb the old Vermillion Bird, will I?" Chu Feng asked.

"Just don't make too much noise," Ouyang Feng said. "That divine bird has been asleep for many years; it won't wake up anytime soon."

Chu Feng ascended into the air, activating his Fiery Golden Eyes. Standing above the abyss, he looked down. Two golden beams of light appeared, but instead of piercing the ground, they transformed into glowing symbols.

He was now skilled enough in using this divine ability that he didn't need to unleash a blinding surge of light that would alarm everyone.

The abyss was incredibly deep and vast, with a sprawling underground. Chu Feng felt it was at least several hundred *li* deep. Then, as he carefully searched, he finally perceived something.

It was...

His pupils contracted. On a rock wall, he saw a nest, and there were creatures inside.

Gazing intently, he saw an old bird, almost completely devoid of feathers, its ancient body exposed. It lay motionless, without any sign of life, as if already dead.

What surprised him most was that there were several small red birds in the nest, with vibrant red wings. They stumbled around, tearing at a python to eat.

"A Sub-Saint?!"

Chu Feng was greatly shocked. The python was dead, but the energy emanating from the golden horn on its head was incredibly powerful, seemingly belonging to a Sub-Saint.

This suggests that the news about the Vermillion Bird clan having no descendants was clearly mistaken.

Chu Feng quickly withdrew his gaze and rapidly retreated.