Chapter 830: Thirty Years in the Blink of an Eye

"No, Dad, I'm truly blessing you. I'm using the Daoist clan's auspicious Nine-Character True Word Incantation to pray for you, wishing for your soul to return."

The little Daoist priest was stubborn, refusing to admit it even if it killed him. Otherwise, his backside wouldn't just be beaten into eighteen pieces as the old donkey said; it might even be thirty-six.

"Whoosh!"Just then, a dazzling metallic light emerged from Chu Feng's glabella, instantly splitting him into two halves. His entire being was separated.

"Ah, brother?!""Chu Feng!""Brother-in-law!"A group of people shrieked in alarm. It was too sudden; in less than a breath, Chu Feng's soul-light was cleaved into two, and his entire being disintegrated, shocking everyone present.

A wisp of soul-blood scattered as Chu Feng's two soul-light halves flickered. He had been torn apart. Who was harming him? Who had attacked? Even those with keen divine perception, like the Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng, couldn't see clearly.

"Dad... I told you before, your heroic soul departed prematurely and your bones lie buried in a foreign land. You were forcefully summoned back as a soul fragment by my Soul Summoning Spell, a manifestation of a heroic spirit," the little Daoist wailed, shaking his head sorrowfully. "It turns out we share the reality of being father and son, but are fated not to be together."

He finally admitted that he had been performing a soul-summoning ritual, not a peace incantation.

The Black Ox, the Old Donkey, Zhou Quan, and the others were horrified. Seeing Chu Feng's soul-light split apart, dim, and fall, they were shocked, a chill running down their spines. Was Chu Feng truly dead?

A group of people rushed forward, about to help Chu Feng reassemble his true soul.

"Don't move!" the little Daoist priest shouted, his expression extremely serious.

Then, he became mournful again and said, "I used a Soul Summoning Spell, merely to manifest his heroic spirit. If you touch him, my dad's soul will instantly explode into a shower of light, scattering into the heavens and earth, never to be reunited."

Everyone's scalps tingled, and their faces turned pale.

Even Ying Wudi's face was no longer dark; he had returned to his original "pretty boy" handsome appearance, though, of course, a little pale.

Ying Zhexian turned to look at Yao Yao, intending to ask for her help, but then noticed how calm she was. She paused, surprised, and then felt relieved.

At this moment, Chu Feng was utterly furious. This rebellious son was still showing off at such a critical juncture, even having the nerve to mention soul-summoning techniques and using his charlatan skills on his own father.

Chu Feng was in this state entirely because he had forcefully taken the heaven-and-earth rare substance from Daoist Son Jinlin after defeating him, which had caused a backlash.

"Don't move, everyone stand back! Dad, I'll summon your soul. Spirits of heaven, spirits of earth..." The little Daoist priest began chanting again, a look of profound grief on his face as he performed the soul-summoning for his father.

At this moment, Chu Feng suppressed the metal-element heaven-and-earth rare substance and forcefully gathered his soul-light, re-forming his true soul, which completely reappeared.

"See? How about that? My soul-summoning technique has reached a state of perfection; I've forcefully re-condensed my dad's heroic spirit!" the little Daoist priest declared, puffing out his chest and bragging.

Chu Feng was absolutely fuming. Damn it, he had expended immense effort to forcefully re-condense his soul-light, only for it to be credited to this little rascal's soul-summoning?

"Brother, are you okay? Return, soul!" The Northeastern Tiger was very straightforward, howling with his wide mouth.

"Brother, hold on, don't die! Don't let your soul-light scatter!" Other great monsters of Kunlun also shouted in a booming voice.

"Don't move, don't touch my dad! Be careful, his soul-light might explode again. Don't go near him!" the little Daoist priest emphasized, his face serious as he warned everyone not to reach out and touch.

The Northeastern Tiger and the Mastiff King were startled by his words and dared not step forward or touch him.

"Rebellious son, are you trying to enrage me to death?" Chu Feng's soul-light trembled with anger, and then, much to his chagrin, it split open again. The heaven-and-earth rare substance within him was of the metal element, incredibly sharp and indestructible, capable of cleaving even soul-light.

"Dad... you must hold on, don't get angry! Summoning your soul is very hard work for me!" the little Daoist priest cried out, a look of sadness on his face.

It was unclear whether he was sad for his father or for his own soul-summoning technique.

"Ah, it's shattered again. I'll have to summon it once more," the little Daoist priest mumbled.

"Stop chanting! If you keep chanting, your dad will really die of anger because of you," Yao Yao finally said.

"Huh?!" The Northeastern Tiger's eyes widened.

The rest of the group was speechless. In fact, after Chu Feng's second soul-light reassembly, they had already realized what was happening and guessed the situation.

"Little Daoist priest, look what you've done to my brother-in-law! His soul-light exploded! You truly are defying your elders!" the silver-haired little loli exclaimed.

"Rebellious son, get over here!" Finally, after Chu Feng reassembled his soul-light once more, he stabilized it, completely subduing and suppressing the heaven-and-earth rare substance within his body.

Of course, it would still take time to refine it; truly integrating it with his own being wouldn't happen overnight.

"Dad, you should thank me! I helped you summon your soul, allowing your soul-light to reassemble, otherwise you would have been in danger," the little Daoist priest cried out, though, of course, he felt very guilty.

*Smack! Smack!*Then, crisp smacking sounds echoed in the area. The little Daoist priest was severely beaten, his backside surely bruised.

"This is a significant opportunity," even Yao Yao said, considering the metal-element heaven-and-earth rare substance Chu Feng obtained to be a treasure.

Ying Zhexian understood, having already guessed that the treasure collected by the Daoist clan had changed hands and become Chu Feng's spoils of war.

After an unknown amount of time, the little Daoist priest was finally released. With a tearful voice, he swore to the heavens, "Above and below, I alone am supreme!" Then, he walked seven steps in each of the four cardinal directions and declared, "I swear, this was a technical error!"

Everyone rolled their eyes, not bothering to pay him any mind.

Chu Feng had a headache. His Soul Bell was suppressing a pile of soul fragments. How should he deal with them? Should he just destroy them all with special techniques?

However, doing so would cause too much of a stir. After that, the Great Dream Pure Land would likely be jointly attacked by various major clans.

If it were before, he would have been happy to see such a scene, but now, Qin Luoyin carried his bloodline.

If the Daoist clan, Buddhist clan, and others jointly attacked the Great Dream Pure Land, Qin Luoyin and the little Daoist priest might not be able to escape.

Chu Feng thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Besides, I'm not a bloodthirsty person; I rarely kill."

"Brother-in-law, don't you feel guilty?" the silver-haired little loli quietly asked.

"Occasionally taking a life is normal. In situations like this, for instance, I'm very restrained; I didn't intend to kill them," Chu Feng said without batting an eyelid.

Everyone looked at the mountainous area; soul-blood was everywhere, and the soul-lights of those people were completely shattered. They were instantly speechless!

"Then, let them go," Chu Feng said.

Qin Luoyin showed a strange expression, her heart stirred. She knew that Chu Feng was considering her and the Great Dream Pure Land.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate!" The little Daoist priest secretly curled his lip. His dad truly never missed an opportunity to show off; just now, his dad had been looking at his mom while speaking.

Chu Feng began releasing people, sending back just one foot of Daoist Son Jinlin, then started thinking of ways to use his special techniques to kill the rest.

"No way, how can you just send back one foot? He'll become an idiot, his divine soul too severely damaged!" Qin Luoyin cried out anxiously, having thought Chu Feng intended to send them back whole.

The little Daoist priest was also speechless, knowing that his dad was no benevolent person.

"Alright then... send back another foot," Chu Feng reluctantly agreed.

Then, people watched as Jinlin's pair of feet flew into the sky, rushing into the distance, intending to escape back to their original universe through the vortex.

"That's still too little! The Daoist clan will fight to the death with our Great Dream Pure Land!" Anxiety appeared on Qin Luoyin's beautiful face.

"Alright, now only a butt remains. Send that back too," Chu Feng nodded. He had disintegrated the soul-lights of other body parts with his special techniques, turning them into divine particles, but he didn't absorb them.

Because, having seen the twilight years of those deities, Chu Feng was truly frightened.

Furthermore, Teng Huang had just fallen before his eyes. Having personally witnessed how this divine beast died, Chu Feng's unease grew even stronger.

He felt that absorbing small amounts in the past was fine and shouldn't cause problems, but from now on, he had to control himself.

"Brother, aren't you being too wasteful?" The Black Ox watched Chu Feng let the divine particles scatter without integrating them, feeling it was a terrible waste of resources.

Chu Feng's heart turned cold. "Old Black, have you also fallen deeply into it?" he asked.

He looked at the group of great monsters from Kunlun Mountain, then at Yao Yao, Yellow Ox, and the others, feeling a chill in his heart and strong unease, worrying for them.

In fact, the more one had come into contact with deities, the more one could appreciate that great terror.

After releasing the feet and butts of the defeated, Chu Feng took out his green gourd, pulled out the stopper, and began collecting the gray mist from Teng Huang's distant corpse. Instantly, a lot of eerie substance drifted from it, entering the green gourd.

Of course, not all of it could be collected; a considerable portion remained forever in Teng Huang's decaying corpse.

"Did you see that? This was a Sub-Saint, yet he was easily entangled to death by the gray substance!" Chu Feng explained the process in detail.

Furthermore, people saw that before entering the green gourd, the gray substance transformed into a humanoid figure, grinning hideously and terrifyingly at Chu Feng, sending shivers down everyone's spines and making their soul-lights tremble.

Chu Feng quickly stoppered the gourd tightly!

Even Yao Yao's expression turned solemn. "I caught up to that limping fox, and it told me the location of a tomb in the Yang Realm."

Then, the limping fox vanished by burrowing into the earth. To be able to escape from Yao Yao's sight was truly terrifying!

Yao Yao had previously undergone five consecutive heavenly tribulations, and her soul-light was now at the Saint level!

"I will advance and retreat with you all. This gray substance, this strangeness, there's nothing to fear!" Chu Feng declared.

"Teng Huang, where are you?" Just then, a mighty voice echoed from the edge of the land. It was a Teng Snake, as thick as a mountain range, terrifyingly immense, coiling through the clouds as it roared towards them.

A Saint-level Teng Snake!

This was an elder of Teng Huang. Because Teng Huang's soul lamp had extinguished, this individual was greatly shocked and rushed here immediately.

"Good, you've come. We just happen to need a lot of divine beast blood," Yao Yao said.

With a whoosh, she charged forward. At this moment, everyone witnessed Yao Yao's terrifying power; she was indeed worthy of being called the foremost under the ancient starry sky.

A pair of hands, formed from soul-light, struck out. Marvelous techniques shot forth, instantly severing the Saint-level Teng Snake's body into two.

"Roar..." The Teng Snake roared in fury, fighting Yao Yao to the death, attacking like crazy. One should know this was a divine beast, with blood energy vast as the sea and potent Yang energy surging like an ocean, naturally holding an advantage.

However, in the end, it let out a shriek. To everyone's astonishment, the battle quickly concluded.

Yao Yao's pair of radiant white fists struck out with immense force, like two exploding white suns, blasting the Teng Snake's head away.

Ultimately, the Saint-level Teng Snake died tragically!

"Let's go!" Yao Yao collected the Teng Snake with her spatial bracelet, then radiated light around her body and sped away with everyone.

"Huh? Princess Yao Yao, are we leaving the abyss region? Not waiting here for the battle in the Vermilion Bird Abyss anymore?" the Black Ox asked.

"No, we're not waiting. According to that limping fox, staying near the abyss would be very dangerous, so we're avoiding it."

One day later, a divine war erupted!

A peak-level divine old Vermilion Bird soared into the sky, bursting out of the abyss. It blew apart two deities from the Ferocious Beast Plateau and annihilated the Teng Snake Abyss, shocking the world.

Moreover, all cultivators who entered the vicinity of the Vermilion Bird Abyss, regardless of their affiliations, were annihilated. Not a single person escaped, and the entire land turned blood-red.

It should be noted that the old Vermilion Bird's red feathers were almost completely shed, and it could have died at any moment, yet its destructive power was terrifying, astonishing the world!

Time flew by; thirty years passed in the blink of an eye!