Chapter 828: Again Failed to Make a Will

“God-level strange substance, how is this possible? How could a mere ghost like you come into contact with such a thing? Ah… No, I don’t want to die!”

Teng Huang wailed. It was hard to imagine a quasi-saint being so terrified, screaming mournfully, his expression contorted in pain, his face filled with panic and dread.

Grey mist materialized into a humanoid form on his body, clinging to him, tearing and gnawing fiercely. It was like a ferocious beast preying on a herbivore, incredibly savage, naturally suppressive, domineering, and bloody.

Teng Huang’s body immediately shrank, as if a large amount of his vital essence and soul light had been absorbed. He looked completely withered.

He thrashed his colossal body, his Teng Snake form lashing out across the mountainous terrain. His serpent body, like a steel whip or a sharp sword, instantly sliced off a mountaintop, sending the severed half flying high into the sky.

“I told you, everyone as arrogant and domineering as me is dead. You’re not much different; in fact, you might die even faster,” Chu Feng said, standing atop the ruins of the shattered stone palace, watching Teng Huang in the distant mountains with utter indifference in his voice.

“You want me dead? Impossible! I will live!” Teng Huang roared. He instantly transformed back into his human form, his body shrinking, covered in various symbols. He was performing a secret art of the Teng Snake race, attempting to prolong his life.

“Ah…” However, he immediately screamed again. The humanoid figure formed from the grey mist shrank with him, becoming even more condensed, clinging to him and taking his life.

“This… this is even more terrifying than ordinary god-level materials! Heavens, no deity could survive long after touching this,” Teng Huang cried out in horror.

As a quasi-saint, he was usually calm and composed. How could he be so distraught? It was all because this grey substance was too lethal, far exceeding his expectations, filling him with terror.

With a whoosh, a large portion of his vital energy withered, consumed by the grey substance. He rapidly grew weaker.

Chu Feng naturally knew what was happening. This grey substance had been extracted from the strongest ancient deities. Crucially, it was highly concentrated and voluminous—the strange substances from hundreds of gods mixed together, making it unimaginably terrifying.

Even gods were tormented by this grey substance, dying miserably in fear in their later years. How much more so for Teng Huang? In a short time, he had lost more than half his life.

Teng Huang realized he would most likely not survive. He roared, “Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!”

He struggled desperately, suddenly sitting up, intending to charge towards Chu Feng.

However, the grey mist clung to him again, transforming into a human, a fierce beast, a vengeful spirit, constantly changing, trying to merge into his body.

“Ah, you… Fourth Brother, how are you alive again?! Illusion! Get away! I killed you twenty years ago!” Teng Huang snarled, his eyes bloodshot.

He lunged at Chu Feng once more, intending to attack him.

Chu Feng showed no fear. He pulled out the stopper of his gourd, then sharply slapped its bottom. With a bang, even more concentrated grey substance spewed from its mouth.

Instantly, this grey substance transformed into headless vengeful spirits, red-furred ancient corpse apes, hideous demons, and wailing beasts, all lunging at Teng Huang.

Despite being a quasi-saint, he collapsed stiffly, engulfed by the grey substance.

“Damn it! This is mutated grey substance! Even the gods would perish if they came here; it’s the most powerful strange material! Heavens, am I, Teng Huang, truly destined to die here, killed by a mere ant?!” Teng Huang howled, utterly unwilling to accept his fate. He was a quasi-saint, a being who had reached this level in a short time, full of pride and ambition, yet his end was so tragic.

In his view, a so-called desolate old age should at least not arrive until after he was six or seven hundred years old.

“Heh heh…” Chu Feng stood in the distance, a cold smile on his face. “You looked down on me from a high perch, only to be crushed underfoot by what you considered an ant. How laughable.”

“Go to the Yang Realm! Only in the Yang Realm is there a chance to live! I want to survive…” Teng Huang’s voice was very weak, yet he struggled, desperate to escape.

Hearing this, Chu Feng’s heart stirred. A path to survival in the Yang Realm?

Thinking this, he controlled the green-skinned gourd, drawing back some of the grey mist, lessening Teng Huang’s torment.

“Hmm?!” At that moment, Teng Huang was profoundly shaken, his heart pounding. Staring at the green-skinned gourd, he stammered, “A primordial divine artifact born from chaos?!”

At the same time, he was exceptionally furious and resentful. The ant in his eyes actually possessed such a supreme treasure?

Ordinary containers could only hold the grey substance briefly before being corroded and destroyed, or even annihilated. Only a primordial divine artifact born from chaos could control the grey substance freely.

“You can survive if you reach the Yang Realm?” Chu Feng asked him.

“Spare me!” Teng Huang pleaded. Although still lying on the ground, his eyes were full of desperate longing.

He believed that Chu Feng could use the green-skinned gourd to remove ninety percent of the grey substance from his body. Of course, a portion would be irremovable, having already merged with his flesh and soul.

However, if over ninety percent were removed, he would have a chance to live a while longer, to find a way—even if it meant following the path sealed by his ancestors to the Yang Realm, it would be better than waiting to die here.

“If you won’t speak, then so be it,” Chu Feng sneered. With a bang, he slapped the bottom of the green-skinned gourd again, and a wave of grey substance instantly spewed forth.

This grey substance was particularly sensitive to god-level beings and divine beast bloodlines. It immediately surged forward, attacking ferociously.

“Ah…” Teng Huang shrieked.

In an instant, his entire body convulsed, and a foul, fishy odor emanated from him. He was decaying, his blood reeking of putrefaction.

The strange and horrifying phenomena that afflicted deities in their later years were now manifesting one by one on Teng Huang. As merely a quasi-saint, how could he possibly endure it?

“Spare me! There’s no enmity between us. Take back this grey mist,” Teng Huang pleaded again, completely submissive, lowering his posture.

At the same time, he revealed that in the Yang Realm, there were ancient and terrifying supreme beings, slumbering in certain special mountain ranges and terrains, who might have the ability to help resolve this strange substance.

“What? They’re that powerful?” Chu Feng was moved.

“Yes, some of them dared to hunt down the true progenitors of our world who practiced the Six Paths Time Art. How could they not be powerful? I suspect they possess supreme methods, perhaps even capable of purifying a small amount of this grey substance.”

In fact, Teng Huang was only guessing; he couldn't be certain.

Chu Feng remained silent. He knew of the Yang Realm’s powerful entities, but he still didn’t have a clear understanding of their true strength. He couldn’t gauge their depth, as every time he tried, he was overwhelmed by other legends about these figures, proving their boundless might!

Then, Chu Feng ignored Teng Huang, allowing the grey substance to engulf him, transforming into one vengeful spirit after another, finally all burrowing into Teng Huang’s body.

A putrid stench filled the air, and grey mist swirled. The area was a mess, with foul blood surrounding Teng Huang. He couldn't even let out a scream, lying prostrate and unable to move.

He only occasionally extended a hand, clawing in Chu Feng’s direction, his eyes filled with malice, fear, and a plea for mercy, wishing Chu Feng would spare him.

Chu Feng ignored him, watching him slowly decay.

Then, he turned his gaze to Jin Lin, Shi Hong, the Feathered Divine Body, and the others.

None of these individuals dared to flee, utterly terrified by the grey substance. Having been in this world for over a year, they already knew what it was.

Once contaminated, even if they committed suicide and fled back to their original universe, they wouldn't escape; they would be haunted by it.

In fact, Chu Feng had truly wanted to unleash the grey substance on them with the green-skinned gourd, but he worried that if their souls returned to their original universe carrying large amounts of it, it would trigger a catastrophe, implicating others.

So, in the end, he held back.

“Ah, I see. You’re afraid the grey substance will contaminate our universe, so you don’t dare to easily attack us, right?” Daozi Jin Lin was the first to realize.

The Feathered Divine Body nodded, saying, “Exactly. Even though you have the black soul bell, which can forcibly retain our souls, the grey substance could also contaminate your soul bell.”

“Brother Chu, how about this: you go your separate way, and we go ours. Let’s not interfere with each other,” Shi Hong suggested.

“Fellow Daoist, we shall part ways here. Farewell!” Daozi Jin Lin clasped his hands and said with a smile.

“Brother Chu, farewell!” Golden Heavenly Spider, the Young Master of the White Phoenix Clan, and the others also smiled, turning to leave.

“Do you think I can’t do anything to you without using the grey substance? When I first arrived in this world, I fought all of you alone. How much more so now?!”

Chu Feng remained exceptionally calm. Then, he raised a large hand and reached forward, intending to fight all of them alone.

With a whoosh, the Yin and Yang energies circulated, transforming into Yin-Yang Light—a wondrous technique on par with the Five-Colored Divine Light. It swept forward with immense power!

The Young Master of the White Phoenix Clan shrieked, his soul light violently shaking. He transformed into a white phoenix, striking at the approaching Yin-Yang Light, but was met with a miserable scream, feathers scattering everywhere. He coughed up large mouthfuls of soul blood and was sent flying horizontally.

Daozi Jin Lin’s eyes gleamed as he whispered, “He possesses two Heaven and Earth Rare Substances: Yin and Yang!”

How could he not be astonished? The Dao Clan’s foundation was incredibly deep, yet they had only managed to prepare one Heaven and Earth Rare Substance for him, as they were simply too rare.

Hence, he had chosen the path of 'one technique breaking all methods.'

As far as he knew, no one else possessed Heaven and Earth Rare Substances of this caliber. Even the substance used by Ying Zhexian to cultivate the Five-Colored Divine Light could only be considered a quasi-rare substance, not among the rarest in the world.

Jin Lin’s earlier decision to attack Chu Feng and his companions also stemmed from this consideration. He had heard that Chu Feng had cultivated the Yin-Yang Light and believed he possessed Heaven and Earth Rare Substances, hoping to seize them at this opportunity.

Now he had seen it with his own eyes!

In fact, Chu Feng had long set his sights on Jin Lin. He had heard from Ying Zhexian that among their generation, only Daozi Jin Lin was confirmed to possess a Heaven and Earth Rare Substance, one of the materials for cultivating the Seven Treasures Grand Art!

Chu Feng had already collected two types, so naturally, he wouldn’t let go of the one on Jin Lin today!

“Heh heh… Jin Lin, thank you!” Chu Feng said, a smile on his face.

In an instant, Jin Lin’s heart turned cold.

At the edge of the land, the little Daoist priest and others found Yao Yao and were now rushing towards the scene of the incident at top speed.

“Brother, you must hold on, you must live!” Many people prayed.

“Dad… Dad!” The little Daoist priest was wailing, deeply saddened. Finally, he cried out loudly, “Dad, I forgot again… I didn’t make you write a will!”

“Big nephew, stop wailing. If your dad walks out of there alive and kicking in a bit, he’s sure to give you a good beating!” The big black ox beside him reminded him.

“How could that be? It’s been so long, he definitely can’t hold on,” the little Daoist priest wailed again. “Dad… you’re so miserable! No matter how peerless your talent, before you fully matured, facing a quasi-saint was a dead end. I’m so sad, I forgot to make you write a will again, boo hoo… What exactly is our family’s heirloom treasure, and where is it? Dad, manifest your spirit in heaven and come tell me quickly!”

“Smack, smack!”“Ow! Mom, stop hitting!”

“Big nephew, I have a premonition that your dad is going to beat your backside into eighteen pieces in a bit!” the old donkey said with absolute certainty.