Chapter 843: The Final Battle and the Journey Home

The Young Martial God, who had never known defeat in his life and consistently overwhelmed opponents of the same rank, was today beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the "yin spirit" he faced. He considered this a profound humiliation.

"Martial God Storm!"

He let out a soft cry, and a pair of golden wings extended from his sides with a fluttering sound. They vibrated intensely, producing a metallic hum. His speed then surged, instantly exceeding its limits, and he began a deadly assault around Chu Feng, like a golden storm generating destructive energy.

A buzzing sound filled the air, and the void trembled. Wherever he passed, mountains visibly shortened, pulverized by his golden wings. The energy unleashed by his attacks was lethal to everything. In the distance, a group of startled wild beasts emerged, still thousands of meters away. Yet, they disintegrated one by one: silver mammoths and mountain-sized dragon-scaled tigers all turned into bloody pulp and exploded amidst the metallic hum.

The Young Martial God displayed his ultimate technique; his wings vibrated at an incredibly high frequency, resonating with terrifying, irresistible energy.

Chu Feng evaded him several times, not understanding this particular technique and avoiding direct contact. After all, he was merely a soul-light entity, lacking the nourishment and protection of a physical body and blood energy, thus inherently disadvantaged. Amidst the metallic hum, the golden wings flapped, turning a massive mountain into dust. From its peak down to its base, any part touched would collapse.

Chu Feng moved horizontally, shrinking distances with each step, leaping from one mountain range to another. Along the way, mountain ranges stretching for tens of miles, like crouching dragons, were severed by the Young Martial God. His destructive power was truly astonishing.

"Yin spirit, why are you running? Get over here!" he roared chillingly, adjusting himself to his peak state. His surging blood energy emanated outwards, enveloping the mountain range. He possessed a physical body, which was his advantage. It nourished his soul-light, and with his spirit and body united, he could unleash incredibly terrifying energy, far superior to a mere soul-light.

"You're nothing special. Come on!" Chu Feng sneered. After careful observation, he assessed the Young Martial God's technique: it relied solely on speed, for in the world of secret arts, speed was paramount.

However, Chu Feng also possessed extreme speed. Apart from divine techniques like "Ends of the Earth, Inches Away," he also had the Lightning Fist, which carried a demonic quality. When he fully unleashed it, it was as if his fists controlled him! Chu Feng's body turned a faint golden color, and various runes entwined around his fists, emitting divine thunderous sounds! At the same time, he activated the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique. This was not the Underworld version, but the ultimate Yang-realm breathing technique corrected by the Golden-Furred Fox!

The Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique was an ideal match, whether combined with the Great Sun Tathagata Fist or the Lightning Fist! For instance, now that the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique was active, thunderous sounds cascaded within Chu Feng's body. As his spiritual organs were bathed in lightning, a supreme Yang aura permeated his entire being, causing his soul-light to flourish! When this thunderous sound combined with the Lightning Fist's rumbling, an internal and external resonance occurred. From within and without, all was thunder, all was divine sound, unleashing unparalleled energy at this cultivation level. Even Chu Feng himself had the illusion that the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique was perfectly suited for him, an absolute match when combined with the Yang-realm divine techniques passed on to him by Young Lady Xi!

Chu Feng's speed increased exponentially; he controlled his fists, and his fists also seemed to control him. The Lightning Fist was complete, not fragmented, and its current execution was incredibly astonishing. Chu Feng transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, surpassing the Young Martial God in speed. Even with his continuous flapping of wings, he could not match Chu Feng's fist speed. In the world of secret arts, speed was paramount; this was a sudden surge and elevation of power!

With every punch, Chu Feng unleashed swathes of golden electric light and explosive thunderous sounds, a truly terrifying sight. His fist imprints visibly melted mountains in their path, corroded by golden energy light, before collapsing with a roar and directly exploding.

"Argh..." The Young Martial God roared in anger. He was struggling immensely; his fists were numb, and he was covered in blood. In mere moments, Chu Feng had completely suppressed his momentum. Clang, clang! His pair of golden wings vibrated, tearing through everything and severing mountain ranges, yet they were still struck when they encountered Chu Feng's golden fist imprints. His wings were torn open by the impact of the fist imprints, bleeding profusely. This was partially divine blood, belonging to the Martial God's genetic lineage. Though not pure divine blood, it was still far superior to that of ordinary beings. Unfortunately, he was suppressed, put on the defensive, and relentlessly attacked by Chu Feng.

As Chu Feng unleashed a powerful ultimate move with his Lightning Fist, dozens of layers of golden lightning waves surged across the area, crashing forward one after another. In front of them, mountains exploded, and rubble shot through the clouds. Golden energy, like surging waves crashing against a shore, sent the Young Martial God flying sideways, covered in blood!

"I am a descendant of the Martial God, possessing his invincible lineage! I am destined to become a god in the future, how can I be defeated!" the Young Martial God roared, his hair disheveled. Brilliant light emanated from his wounds, a sign of his divine blood burning.

Forbidden Art! He employed a forbidden art created by the Martial God. Amidst a buzzing sound, in addition to the golden hum from his wings, silver divine chains appeared one after another from his body. They seemed to be condensed from order, but were actually manifestations of this forbidden art. Hiss, hiss! The Young Martial God charged, radiating silver divine chains that shot towards Chu Feng. If they made contact, they would instantly melt the opponent, transforming them into divine particles for direct absorption. This was a god-level forbidden art!

Chu Feng's eyes gleamed. He greatly wanted to test his Minor Six Paths Time Art to suppress the opponent with the strongest technique in this world, but in the end, he held back. This was because he feared that once he used such a forbidden art, he might become addicted and lose control, leading him down a path of no return by absorbing divine particles. Ultimately, Chu Feng used both the Lightning Fist and the Yin-Yang Divine Light simultaneously, launching a powerful assault forward. The Yin-Yang light severed everything. With sharp clangs, it broke some of the silver divine chains, preventing them from getting close! The Lightning Fist propelled Chu Feng's speed, making him seem demonic; his punches controlled him, growing faster and faster as he relentlessly attacked forward!

With a *thump*, Chu Feng's grand fist imprint pierced through the Young Martial God's golden wing, then suddenly vibrated, causing one of his wings to explode. The Young Martial God screamed in pain. His speed instantly dropped, and he stumbled, his wing damaged and a bloody mess.

"Is this truly the strongest Golden Body-level evolver in the Fallen Land? He's nothing special." Chu Feng sighed softly. At this moment, he had a strange feeling; he genuinely wanted to enter the Yang Realm to see how powerful the so-called true geniuses there really were!

The Young Martial God, enraged and humiliated, surged with divine blood and boiling soul-light. He combined even more perfectly with his physical body, releasing energy. His entire body erupted with silver light as he activated his forbidden art. This silver light, upon contact with an opponent, could disintegrate their body and soul, turning them into divine particles. Chu Feng let out a soft cry and activated the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique. At this moment, he stood majestically, like a Buddha, his body shimmering with golden light and thunder. The air was filled with sonic booms, the roar of lightning, and resonating thunderous sounds. He tested whether pure breathing techniques could block the forbidden art, and he succeeded. There was no problem; the silver light could not penetrate his body, entirely blocked by the breathing technique.

The Buddhist Clan's breathing technique was indeed terrifying, worthy of being a supreme ultimate inheritance that even Yang Realm grand cultivators coveted. At this moment, it demonstrated its true value. Chu Feng seemed impervious to all techniques; the forbidden art could not harm him, and the silver light could not penetrate the golden radiance and thunderous sounds emanating from his body. He stood unmoving. No wonder the Yang Realm could suppress the gods of the Fallen Land, Chu Feng mused. With such an ultimate breathing technique, there was no fear of the opponent's forbidden arts; it was truly astonishing. However, the true Six Paths Time Art must be incredibly formidable. It had, after all, led to a joint hunt by Yang Realm grand cultivators, making it highly coveted.

"Let's end this!" Chu Feng murmured. The battle in this realm could now conclude. Although it was his only fight in decades, it was enough for him to savor.

Chu Feng glowed all over. While activating his breathing technique, his left hand, wielding the incredibly fast Lightning Fist, pierced through the opponent's silver light and struck his arm. With a *crack*, the Young Martial God screamed as his entire left arm exploded. Simultaneously, Chu Feng's right hand unleashed the Great Sun Tathagata Fist, which descended like an ancient golden Buddha, suppressing the Young Martial God entirely beneath him.

The Young Martial God roared in fury, his blood energy surging like a vast, undulating sea. He erupted with power, desperately fighting Chu Feng in a battle to the death. However, it was futile. He simply could not withstand Chu Feng's assault and was completely suppressed. With a *bang*, Chu Feng's golden Great Sun Tathagata fist imprint descended, leaving the Young Martial God disheveled, his other arm also exploding, and his body cracking before finally disintegrating. Blood splattered as the Young Martial God was torn apart! Chu Feng delivered another punch, blasting him apart mid-air. Everything concluded; the final battle was over.

During this process, Chu Feng had several times considered testing the Stealing-Inducing Breathing Technique to see if it could resist the erosion of forbidden arts like the Buddhist Clan's breathing technique, but he ultimately decided against it. The origin of this breathing technique was mysterious, and he dared not reveal it lightly. The Golden-Furred Fox came from the Yang Realm and was the disciple of a grand cultivator; heaven knew what its reaction would be if it saw this breathing technique. The reason was that the previous owner of this breathing technique, Yaoyao's grandfather, had once been an enemy of a certain grand cultivator in the Yang Realm. He was enslaved, and Mother Gold was planted in his flesh and blood. It was unknown which grand cultivator was responsible, so it was best to be cautious.

Suddenly, the exploded Young Martial God reappeared. His soul-light reassembled, and his flesh and blood reformed, thanks to a substitute death talisman. At the same time, the Martial God's own soul-light emerged, radiating power over the mountain range and aweing the world.

"Who dares to kill my descendant?!" A middle-aged man with bronze skin and a glowing, exceptionally robust body appeared, his pupils radiating terrifying light.

"So what if they did?" The old Vermillion Bird stepped forward, revealing its true form. With a single inhale, it unleashed a resounding *boom* that directly extinguished and annihilated the Martial God's soul-light.

"You all should go too," the old Vermillion Bird said calmly, gently flapping its wings. The Young Martial God's reassembled soul-light and his few protectors turned into several blood mists without even a single cry of agony. Undoubtedly, the old Vermillion Bird did not want news to leak. After all, its lifespan was short, and it acted to protect the children, preventing the Martial God from seeking revenge later. It was fearless now, but in a few decades, when its life force waned, the trouble would be immense. "Once my children are all sent away, it won't matter," it murmured to itself.

"It's over. Farewell, this world!" Chu Feng looked at every blade of grass and every tree, deeply engraving them in his heart. Regardless, this was an experience he wished to remember, not forget. As he was about to return, he still felt somewhat uneasy, fearing he might truly forget everything here—the people, the events, the moments in his life, and all his experiences. All these needed to be cherished, not forgotten. He wondered if Qin Luoyin and the others had forgotten this place, or if they retained some memories.

Two days later, everything was ready. Yaoyao also emerged from her seclusion, enveloped in the fragrance of herbs and brilliant light. She had gained immense benefits! However, even with divine medicine, one could not achieve instant enlightenment or directly become a Heaven-Reflecting Realm expert. This level required profound comprehension, not just consuming rare treasures to advance. Yaoyao, in snow-white robes, her cheeks luminous and eyes bright, approached gracefully with a smile on her peerless face. She met Chu Feng's gaze, cautioned him to be careful, and then set off on her journey. She took the path through Mount Immortality, a different route from Chu Feng's.

Then, Chu Feng also prepared to depart! The little Vermillion Bird cried uncontrollably, like a fist-sized ball of fluff, trembling and clinging to the old Vermillion Bird. It didn't want to leave, tears rolling in strings from its large golden eyes. It chirped softly, sobbing and weeping.

"Go, break the curse, and leave this inauspicious land. I hope you and your children can grow up in a peaceful world. Go, my child!" Finally, the old Vermillion Bird gave it a gentle push, then abruptly flew into the sky with the other four young Vermillion Birds, unable to bear watching the departing child cry. Yet, the old Vermillion Bird itself was reluctant to leave. It circled continuously in the sky, eventually even flying back down to caress the solitary little Vermillion Bird with its wings, shedding tears alongside it.

"Go now. Its departure like this might just be a blessing; it will find peace and be able to survive," the Golden-Furred Fox advised.

Chu Feng bowed to them, then manifested his soul-bell, enveloping the little Vermillion Bird within it for protection. Just like that, he soared into the sky, heading towards the swirling vortex. During this process, the Golden-Furred Fox also cast a spell, using swathes of runes to cover the soul-bell, protecting the little Vermillion Bird's physical body in hopes of a smooth passage.

With a hum, Chu Feng entered the vortex with the soul-bell, embarking on his journey home!