Chapter 850: Righteousness Shakes the Universe

What about the promised return of the champions? Across the universe, on all major life-bearing planets, there was an uproar. Evolutionaries from various races stared at their light-computers, barely believing what they saw.

What was being broadcast? The seasoned and highly renowned commentators were talking about... a sympathy contest?

What on earth was happening? For a moment, evolutionaries from all races across the universe were stunned, completely bewildered, and utterly confused.

The major powerful races, in particular, had been expecting their prodigies to return in a blaze of glory. What did they end up seeing instead?

At this very moment, some old masters in their clans had prepared thousand-year-old aged wines and set out delicacies on their tables. They were about to enjoy a small drink while facing their light-computers, eager to witness the return of their favored prodigies who would crush all rivals.

However, the reports coming back were so sudden that they all froze, petrified, standing there with bewildered expressions. Where was the promised divine aura of a king? They were supposed to return, leading the charge, becoming the strongest, and dominating their contemporaries across the universe. But instead, they had all turned into a bunch of imbeciles?!

“Great Heavenly Venerate, this is infuriating beyond measure!”

“Amitabha, Amitabha Golden Bodhisattva, what the hell, where is my Buddha Son?!”

In some places, many old figures, usually as steady as a rock and as serene as a pine tree, were now stamping their feet, veins throbbing on their foreheads.

The young attendants serving them were dumbfounded, realizing that in the eyes of these old masters, "Boundless Heavenly Venerate" and "Amitabha" were practically expletives like "go to hell" or "damn you."

Then, the young attendants were all terrified and couldn’t help but utter the holy words themselves.

Their voices were tender and trembling. “Boundless... Heavenly Venerate!” “Ami...tabha!”

Across the universe, everyone was bewildered, as if they had too much to drink, feeling dizzy. They could hardly believe the live broadcast before them.

“Such a major incident has occurred; a group of geniuses were slaughtered?”

“They weren’t completely annihilated, but only fragments of their souls returned. It’s a pity; those old masters were so pleased earlier, each of them calm and composed. But now they are furious, trembling all over!”

“Oh my heavens, it really has become a sympathy contest. The Great Dream Pure Land is in chaos; they’re almost fighting! Oh, what about Dao Son Golden Scale, whom I’ve been following most closely?”

Discussions erupted across the star sea, like boiling water, a cacophony of noise. It was as if a nuclear weapon had been dropped into the hearts of many who had held a glimmer of hope, triggering a powerful earthquake and a mushroom cloud that obscured the sun.

At this moment, the Great Dream Pure Land was truly a chaotic mess.

Near the divine temple, there was a sea of people; too many guests had arrived from all corners. There were elder figures, cosmic-level geniuses who had received golden invitations, and outstanding young men and women accompanying their elders to witness the event. All of them were deeply shaken.

“Brother, pinch me. Did I hear that right? The few prodigies reputed to be the strongest in the universe... have all become imbeciles?”

“Hush, keep your voice down, don’t talk nonsense! Nobody thinks you’re mute! What ‘imbeciles’? It’s just that only a small portion of their soul-light returned. At most, they are ‘dim-witted’ for now!”

“Fellow Daoist, your sister is right. ‘Dim-witted’ and ‘imbecilic’ linked together essentially mean the same thing.”

“Brother Luo, do you have a death wish? Aren’t you just rubbing salt into the wounds of the strongest races? Haven’t you seen those old masters? Their eyes are red; they want to bite anyone they can get their hands on right now! Besides, these major families have extraordinary means. Their clans might possess divine soul medicines and the like, which could perhaps restore them. They shouldn’t become completely demented.”

Outside the divine temple, a group of young people were talking unrestrainedly and recklessly.

Inside the divine temple, a group of old masters were stamping their feet, their lips purple, and their eyes green with rage. They looked ready to fight anyone, each one extremely dangerous.

Of course, the calmer ones among them were still trying to salvage their clan’s prodigies.

“Child, wake up, don’t be so foolish!” The elder of the Purple Mist Dao Body poured soul-restoring elixirs into his mouth, wishing he could recover immediately.

Forget about glorious returns or being number one in the world. Just being able to return to normal, not becoming an imbecile, would be enough.

The elder of the Great Evolution Battle Body also roared, saying: “Our divine son, you have been contemplating for over a year now. You clearly possess extraordinary talent. You once posed three questions: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going? These questions directly touched upon the essence of the Great Dao, astonishing even our generation. With such talent, you are truly a rare hero in the universe, seen only once in eons. What happened today? Is heaven jealous of talent?”

Those old masters among the guests who were not directly affected rolled their eyes secretly upon hearing this. They really wanted to say that those three questions about the Great Dao had only initially stunned everyone. Now, it clearly seemed that their clan’s divine son had gone mad and was struggling to remember himself!

But no one dared to say it. Anyone who dared to mention it was guaranteed to incite a bloody battle.

“Buddha Son, this is the Amitabha Sutra. Recite it once and see if your soul-light can be restored!” An old monk pulled Shi Hong, making him recite the ancient Amitabha scripture.

“Why can Shi Hong still recite scriptures, but our clan’s Battle Body cannot?” The elder of the Great Evolution Battle Body, with bloodshot eyes, glared at the Buddhist clan.

The old monk’s face hardened, saying: “Amitabha, damn it, don’t you see? Our Guardian Vajra Shi Wu cannot recite scriptures either. He’s currently standing there like a block of wood, even worse off than your clan’s divine son!”

“Waaah...” A wailing cry came from the other side. The old master of the Corpse Race emanated wisps of dark energy from his body, his eyes glowing green like a hungry wolf’s. Even his wailing was so unpleasant and eerie, as he roared: “Why is it that your clan’s divine son, battle body, and Buddha son all have spiritual consciousness, yet my prodigy is so miserable? He can’t even move now, completely unresponsive. Where is his soul-light? Not even a fragment of his soul escaped back! Oh, heavens, are you jealous of talent?!”

“Descendant of the Heavenly God, why are you like this? The Corpse Race’s bodies are naturally cold, with no warmth to speak of. But why is the genius from my Heavenly God Race’s ancestral land also like this, cold all over? Luo Shirong, envoy, what’s wrong with you? The Heavenly Dao is unjust!” The Heavenly God Race people also wailed, comparing themselves to the Corpse Race.

“Nonsense! How can my Corpse Race people be cold? Our yin blood is vigorous!” the old man of the Corpse Race retorted.

“How terrible! My clan’s Dao Son Golden Scale has lost his Heaven and Earth Odd Treasure material. This was our accumulation over tens of thousands of years, preserved until this generation for our Dao Son to use, and it’s actually lost!”

“Ah, my White Phoenix Race’s young master was carrying a mass of true Phoenix soul blood before he left, and it’s... gone! It didn’t return!”

Near the divine temple, everyone was speechless. It truly had become a sympathy contest, and those old masters were each filled with mad hatred, veins throbbing on their faces.

As they recounted their losses, everyone’s hearts pounded with dread. These families had profound foundations, and their prodigies had carried rare treasures, powerful weapons, and other valuable items, leading to devastating losses.

Even Chu Feng was speechless, feeling as if he had missed something. When he killed the White Phoenix Race’s young master, he hadn’t searched thoroughly. Apparently, there had been a mass of Phoenix soul blood!

He estimated it was probably just dark soul blood, so he wouldn’t regret it for a lifetime.

“Greetings, viewers and evolutionary friends from major life-bearing planets across the universe! I am Leng Wuchang from Black Blood Platform, broadcasting live from the front lines, risking my life for you. The major families are truly miserable. These old masters are going crazy, and the sympathy contest is in full swing. As you can see, their eyes are red, and they look ready to kill at any moment. I am standing so close, broadcasting for you with my life on the line!”

Then, he... met a tragic end!

He was truly smashed flat with a single palm. Fortunately, the Heaven’s Eye was sturdy, impervious to damage from anyone less than a Saint, so it survived. The old master from Black Blood Platform quickly stepped forward to block, roaring, and ordering a replacement commentator.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the sympathy contest has reached a fever pitch, do you see? My colleague was killed with a palm strike; this is sacrificing one’s life, the risk is too great! Alright, the live broadcast continues. Following the first tragic incident of the Ya-Xian Race, the second tragic incident is the death of the Corpse Race’s prodigy, and the third is the Buddha Son becoming idiotic...”

The sympathy contest was in full swing, shaking the entire universe. Evolutionaries everywhere felt it was utterly insane.

Then, in the Great Dream Pure Land, someone, unknown who, suddenly began to focus on Chu Feng, because it now appeared he was the last one to return.

“Wu Lunhui, the true return of a king, the foremost among this generation in the universe!” A maiden, holding her hands over her heart, had an excited expression.

In an instant, everyone came to their senses. This was a fact: Wu Lunhui was truly the last surviving champion, as the main souls of all other favored individuals had been slain.

Especially considering that not long ago, a deity had specifically come for him. This was simply... astounding to all parties, too shocking.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze towards Chu Feng changed. This was the ultimate victor, the strongest voice of the young generation in the universe!

“A deity! What did he call himself? Martial God! He once risked his life to settle a score with Wu Lunhui. This shows what kind of turmoil Wu Lunhui stirred up in that world. He killed the Martial God’s descendant and certainly caused other major incidents. He truly is a young hero!”

Someone sighed.

A group of young people looked at Chu Feng with astonished expressions.

Even more, many cosmic genius maidens greeted Wu Lunhui with charming smiles and unusual gazes.

“Damn!” The Black Blood Platform commentator also realized there was a problem. Earlier, they hadn’t paid enough attention to Wu Lunhui, and hadn’t even aimed their Heaven’s Eye at him.

Meanwhile, the commentator from Primal Beast Platform was beaming with excitement, already standing close to Wu Lunhui, conducting various live broadcasts.

Undeniably, from this day forward, Wu Lunhui’s face became known throughout the universe. Everyone saw his beautiful and slightly youthful face.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. His face was delicate and handsome, surpassing many women’s, and his eyes, pure as crystal, clear and flawless, made him appear incredibly innocent.

It was precisely such a young man who stood out above all others, becoming the strongest voice among his peers, a true king returned!

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remember this is Reincarnation King—Wu Lunhui! He once fought the Demon Chu Feng to a standstill, and now he should far surpass the Great Demon Chu Feng!” The people from Black Blood Platform came over to join the excitement, introducing him with great passion.

“Chu Feng, what does he have to compare with Wu Lunhui now? They are incomparable now; one is in the heavens, the other in the earth,” an old woman from the Great Dream Pure Land smiled.

The old master of the Corpse Race then noticed Wu Lunhui outside the divine temple, catching sight of him at a glance. His eyes glowed eerily green as he roared: “Wu Lunhui, why did you return completely unharmed, while my clan’s prodigy died in a foreign land!?”

Outside the divine temple, Chu Feng was astonished and quite disgusted with him. In fact, everyone else was speechless too.

Earlier, the old master of the Corpse Race had been arrogant and fearless. He had once casually patted Chu Feng’s shoulder in public, saying he was “not bad,” implying he was far inferior to the Corpse Race’s prodigy.

But now, the Corpse Race’s prodigy had truly become a corpse, while Wu Lunhui had genuinely risen.

A group of people were watching the show, feeling that the Corpse Race had been too ostentatious earlier. Now, they had lost all face, becoming one of the top sufferers in the sympathy contest.

“Old master, stop with your wild suspicions,” someone, unable to bear it, said.

However, inside the divine temple, murderous intent surged. People from several other races, including the Dao Race, Golden Heavenly Spider, and Great Evolution Battle Body clans, all cast chilling gazes towards him, fixing their eyes on Wu Lunhui.

Even the Buddhist Race, known for their detachment, had an old monk whose gaze was terrifying, locking onto Chu Feng.

Chu Feng felt annoyed in his heart. These old masters wanted to be shameless and implicate him. Fortunately, he was the one who did it; otherwise, wouldn’t he be wrongly accused and condemned?

At once, all Heaven’s Eyes turned towards him.

At this moment, Wu Lunhui wore an innocent expression, his youthful and handsome face filled with confusion. At the same time, his eyes were pure and flawless, without a ripple—windows to his soul, seemingly revealing his utter innocence.

“Seniors, I don’t understand what you mean. I am also very saddened by the unfortunate incidents that befell these fellow Daoists.”

“Young man, come here!” The old master of the Corpse Race spread his arms, and a massive black hand, as large as a winnowing basket, shot out with a boom. It carried astonishing energy fluctuations, making the void tremble and crack. A terrifying yin energy surged, as if a malevolent ghost had emerged!

However, Wu Lunhui remained expressionless, standing calmly. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped back, simply and directly.

“Bang!”

Then, in the next moment, the Corpse Race’s old master, who had reached Golden Body Great Completion, coughed up a mouthful of blood with a “waah,” staggered backward, almost sent flying, his body boiling with yin energy.

As for the surrounding crowd, they all felt a pressure as immense as Mount Tai pressing down on them. That seemingly frail young man was like an ancient divine mountain reawakening, or a humanoid immortal beast. His blood energy permeated the air, utterly terrifying.

“Sizzle!”

That wasn’t all. The yang energy emanating from Chu Feng was like raging flames, incinerating the void. It made the Corpse Race’s old master turn pale and quickly flee deeper into the divine temple, his face filled with terror.

This type of yang energy was a natural restraint for the Corpse Race, making him feel a creeping dread. If he were truly engulfed by it, he would undoubtedly be crippled.

Even so, the yin energy emanating from his body was completely burned away. All his Golden Body-level energy disintegrated and vanished.

Nearby, everyone trembled. Mainly because Wu Lunhui appeared pure and frail, yet as he stood still, the pervasive blood energy was simply overwhelming, engulfing the entire void and awe-inspiring people’s spirits and souls!

No matter who they were, experts from all sides felt their hair stand on end and couldn’t help but tremble. It was as if they were witnessing a young divine king standing there, exuding extraordinary grace, supremely powerful and invincible.

Chu Feng stepped into the divine temple, instantly causing the Corpse Race’s old master to tremble with fear and retreat continuously.

The Heaven’s Eyes from all major platforms were aimed into the divine temple, closely broadcasting, showcasing Wu Lunhui’s demeanor at this moment.

No one expected Wu Lunhui to be unaggressive; instead, he was very amiable, sighing: “Seniors, I understand your feelings, but the misfortune of these fellow Daoists has nothing to do with me. It wasn’t I who killed them. Throughout history, in peer competition, no matter whether they lived or died, weren’t their souls always able to return as soul rain? I think it must have been a deity from that world who acted, for example, the one from just now. Only he has the ability to keep us there.”

The Martial God was thus unceremoniously, yet helplessly, saddled with this blame by Chu Feng.

Wu Lunhui was calm and composed, saying much to comfort the old masters of several races, remarkably candid, which immediately moved many people.

Even though some old masters in the divine temple still harbored hostility towards him, secretly resenting that he survived while their own prodigies died tragically, they dared not speak much now. Everyone realized that Wu Lunhui was terrifyingly powerful, astonishingly so, and could step into the Sub-Saint realm at any moment.

How old was he? Around fourteen or fifteen. This was truly defying the heavens!

At once, old figures from both the Great Dream Pure Land and the Ya-Xian Race had their eyes gleaming with divine light, recognizing Chu Feng. This was an excellent match for their clan’s Saintess!

The gazes of the two races clashed, sparks immediately flew, and they decided to contend for him!

“Senior, I feel a special affinity for Dao Son Golden Scale; it’s from the soul. I believe we must have fought side by side in that foreign land,” Chu Feng said seriously as he approached the Dao Race.

In fact, of course he felt an affinity. Stealing the Heaven and Earth Odd Treasure material from Golden Scale had benefited him immensely. If he ever had the chance to go to the Yang Realm, it could help him cultivate some of the strongest profound arts there; this was his strongest foundation!

Golden Scale saw Chu Feng and also raised his head. Not much of his residual soul had returned, but at least he was stronger than the Great Evolution Battle Body and others; he could still speak, though his reactions were slow.

“Strange, looking at you, my soul-light also warms up, and I feel some goodwill,” Dao Son Golden Scale spoke.

Chu Feng was astonished; this was simply... a divine assist!

Soon, he realized why this was happening: because he had absorbed the Heaven and Earth Odd Treasure material from the other party, Golden Scale must have developed a liking for that kind of thing!

However, he wasn’t worried. The Yellow-haired Fox had taught him methods of concealment, so he wasn’t afraid of the Dao Race’s search.

Chu Feng spoke with a serious expression, saying: “Hmm, I seem to have a vague impression that we were pursued by the Martial God’s descendant in that world. Then, fellow Daoist met with misfortune, and I... went into hiding for several decades, eventually killing the Martial God’s descendant to avenge my brother. Unfortunately, it’s too blurry; I can’t recall more than that.”

“This... must be how it happened. Didn’t the Martial God just try to kill him? I think Dao Son, Buddha Son, and the others must have encountered pursuit from a divine lineage in that world. Wu Lunhui... truly is righteous and noble! Fighting for decades, he’s truly loyal!”

Outside the divine temple, someone sighed, making this deduction.

Then, Chu Feng also approached the Great Evolution Battle Body, Shi Wu, Purple Mist Dao Body, and others, saying: “I also feel a great affinity for these fellow Daoists. We must have been good brothers, sharing life and death, in that world.”

These few were currently in an imbecilic state, inferior even to Golden Scale, Golden Heavenly Spider, and Eclosion Divine Body. Naturally, they wouldn’t refute him, their faces displaying blank expressions.

At this moment, the people from Black Blood Platform became emotional, trying to make up for their earlier mistake. In the beginning, they hadn’t given Wu Lunhui enough attention, not even aiming their Heaven’s Eye at him.

Now, the people from Black Blood Platform passionately elaborated, the new commentator speaking with deep emotion, saying: “The Reincarnation King, whose righteousness is as vast as the clouds, lives up to his name! Why did the Martial God come to kill him? Wu Lunhui was avenging the geniuses of our realm, which drew the pursuit. Without much thought, I can visualize those heroic and tragic scenes in my mind. Wu Lunhui, Golden Scale, Great Evolution Battle Body, Shi Hong, Corpse Race’s Divine Son Yan Luo, and others must have supported each other, fought together, and then were killed one by one. Only Wu Lunhui persevered. He was truly loyal, avenging them. I cannot describe the intricate brotherhood, but I can imagine it. Truly... it’s too moving!”

This was being broadcast live to all corners of the universe, and in that very instant, various praises for the Reincarnation King, whose righteousness was as vast as the clouds, spread throughout the star sea. While not deeply ingrained in everyone’s hearts, it certainly gave many a preconceived notion.