Chapter 891: The Strongest Storm

The universe was determined to eliminate Chu Feng. Eight powerful saints had joined forces, relentlessly pursuing him towards the Great Abyss. This inescapable death trap sent shockwaves across the entire star sea.

Both the Black Blood Platform and the Prime Beast Platform were in an uproar. Countless individuals debated the situation. While Chu Feng had notoriously escaped danger many times before, this instance felt different. With eight saints suddenly descending, who could possibly stand against them? Whether he was Wu Lunhui or Chu Feng, the outcome would be the same: either eradicated or forced to leap into the Great Abyss. In either case, death was certain.

"Alas," lamented one observer, "it's a pity that the demonic Chu, who caused such a stir, will meet such a tragic end. I had hoped to witness his full rise, how he would illuminate the heavens, and just how powerful he would become even after achieving godhood. Instead, he's destined for an early demise!" Another commented, "This seems to be the destiny of the Earth lineage. Look at Yaoyao from the ancient golden generation, universally acknowledged as the strongest genius in history—wasn't she also stifled? Chu Feng only has himself to blame for not being discreet enough; he was overly arrogant, seeking vengeance for his ancestors before he had even fully matured." Many expressed regret, having wished to see him ascend and illuminate the cosmos, but now felt that chance had vanished.

In stark contrast, hostile factions clapped their hands in delight and laughed prematurely. Clans like the Xilin, Netherworld, Heavenly God, Corpse, and Spirit, in particular, wore merciless grins, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Wu Lunhui, Chu Feng, you great demon," some adversaries brazenly taunted, "we're waiting for you to show up! The ancient blood debts are extensive; we slaughtered countless of your ancestors. We're eager for you to collect. It's not that we won't repay, but rather, can you even make it here? Haha..." Certain rivals and those antagonistic towards Chu Feng spoke with cruel glee, openly reveling in his misfortune and anticipating his demise.

"Damn it, let's fight, brothers! Go support Chu Feng! If anyone dares to kill my brother, your Grandpa Ox will be the first to fight them to the death! Even if it means dying, I'll go and fight alongside Chu Feng!" roared the Black Ox on the Prime Beast Platform, rallying others to join the support. The Northeast Tiger also roared, "Elders of the Great Dream Pure Land, Saints of the Exiled Immortal Clan, stop watching! Act quickly! Chu Feng is on the verge of death! We brothers will charge in first. Even if we know it's certain death, like moths to a flame, I will rush forward!"

A group of powerful demons from Kunlun roared, posting messages across major platforms, pleading for aid from any saints sympathetic to Earth to help rescue Chu Feng. They themselves took concrete action, pooling travel funds and commissioning the Heavens-Connecting Wormhole Company to open a super-highway. Roaring defiantly and fearless of death, they rushed towards the Great Abyss. Many were deeply moved by this apparent suicide mission, feeling a profound sense of gravity. It was widely known that even with a few powerful artifacts, their efforts would be insufficient. At best, they might manage one strike against a saint. Ancient saints, moving with the speed of lightning, were simply too fast to allow for a second attack.

"This is a group of profoundly loyal great demons, but sadly, they are all headed for death," someone sighed. "Charging in like this is rather tragic; they'll be instantly pulverized into blood and mud by a saint's palm." Someone sighed, believing their charge towards the Great Abyss was a pitiful act, certain to leave no survivors. "Are there no other saints? Will they just stand by and watch them perish? Please intervene! The Starry Sky Knights are infamous; they absolutely must be stopped!" Unable to bear the sight, some appealed on various platforms for a collective effort, hoping to persuade a few ancient saints to help Chu Feng escape his deadly peril and rescue the Kunlun great demons.

However, not all voices were in harmony; in fact, quite a few were discordant. For instance, some cultivators who harbored animosity towards Chu Feng were now beaming, celebrating, and clearly delighted by the unfolding events. "Hmm, it appears the recently ascended group from the Earth lineage is destined for slaughter," one remarked. "Rushing headlong towards their deaths, to me, isn't loyalty; it's sheer idiocy, like donkeys." Meanwhile, others, not short on cosmic currency, smiled and proposed, "Fellow Daoists, who wishes to attend the spectacle and witness the demise of the demonic Chu? Capturing the terrified images of his death would be quite memorable." "Indeed, a good point," another chimed in. "Let's journey together to watch Chu Feng's tragic end, and see if he'll be terrified enough to grovel for mercy. I'm quite eager for that, haha…"

"Friends, it might be too late to go now," cautioned one. "Saints wield immense power; a single strike is enough to obliterate Chu Feng. Are we simply going to witness his scattered remains?" "No, the saints haven't acted yet," someone corrected. "Reports indicate Chu Feng is fleeing into the Great Abyss. No one dares to trigger an explosion there, and the saints are being very cautious, so we still have time to arrive."

At this moment, a somber atmosphere hung over both the Great Dream Pure Land and the Sub-Immortal Clan. The crucial question was whether or not to dispatch saints to rescue Chu Feng. In fact, there was no time to waste. Even a moment's delay meant they wouldn't be able to retrieve his body; the Starry Sky Knights would undoubtedly pulverize him into a bloody mist.

Qin Luoyin remained silent, simply holding the little Daoist's hand and standing quietly outside the saints' dwelling, waiting. Her pleas had already been exhausted, and more words would be futile. Surrounding them were numerous old monsters with golden bodies, alongside many who had volunteered, willing to follow and fight their way to the Great Abyss.

"This time, we're going all out!" declared a voice from within the Great Dream Pure Land. "He is, after all, already the son-in-law of our Great Dream Pure Land. We must protect him at all costs!" Deep within the Pure Land, beneath the earth, two elders wasted no time, rushing into the wormhole. Additionally, a third elder emerged from a stone wall, and together, these three saints surged towards the Great Abyss. "Thank you, Saints!" Qin Luoyin exclaimed, leading the little Daoist in a deep bow. Yet, the three ancient saints knew that success was improbable, as their numbers were simply no match for the opposition. When clans like the Corpse, Heavenly God, and Spirit learned of this, there was no way they would stand by and allow the rescue. They would inevitably dispatch their remaining saints.

Meanwhile, within the Sub-Immortal Clan, the silver-haired girl anxiously pleaded with her third grand-uncle, repeatedly shaking his arm. "Third Grand-Uncle," she urged, "please quickly ask your two great-uncles to emerge! If we don't go now, Chu Feng will be killed! This is an absolute emergency, hurry!" The quasi-saint sighed. "Alas," he began, "hasn't the clan failed to reach a consensus? Wu Lunhui hasn't truly become a Dao partner with the Exiled Immortal yet; this serves as his final test. And remember, he *is* Chu Feng. If both our clan's saintesses marry the same individual, how will the various cosmic clans perceive us?"

"You won't save him because they haven't formed a Dao partnership yet? What utter nonsense! This is clearly complicity in murder!" The silver-haired girl grew agitated, her eyes wide as she tugged at the elder's beard. "The entire star sea knows we chose Wu Lunhui! How can we abandon him now? I know this must be the doing of those in the clan who oppose the marriage—those old schemers who want to use this chance to watch Chu Feng perish, thereby finding an excuse to escape this betrothal. Their hearts are truly wicked!"

"Why are you so anxious?" the elder asked, gently patting her head. "How can I not be anxious? If we don't go to his rescue now, we'll only be left to collect his corpse!"

Soon after, a report came in: a woman was seeking an audience on Flying Immortal Star and had brought an important letter. The Sub-Immortal Clan's third grand-uncle opened the letter, finding only a few simple, unadorned lines of text. The woman's message advised them that while they needn't directly save Chu Feng, they should make a public gesture by dispatching three saints to the vicinity of the Great Abyss. They wouldn't need to engage in combat, simply stand there. The letter further analyzed that this approach would prevent other cosmic cultivators from developing resentment towards the Sub-Immortal Clan, even if Chu Feng were to perish there.

"We are, of course, aware of this, and it is precisely our concern," the third grand-uncle nodded. "If we don't make an appearance, it will indeed be frowned upon. Even if people don't dare speak to our faces, they will certainly criticize us behind our backs." He then turned and vanished, off to consult with the saints. As a race among the top three in the universe, their foundation was naturally formidable. In an ancient hall, several saints sat in quiet meditation, content in their solitude, not venturing into the chaotic universe to vie for fortune.

"Hmm, then I suppose I shall make an appearance," an ancient woman spoke, rising to her feet. She exuded chaotic energy, an exceptionally powerful being. "It truly wouldn't look good if I didn't." The third grand-uncle said, "Great-Aunt, you alone might not be sufficient; our numbers would be too sparse." "What, still too few?" the ancient woman retorted coolly. "Ha, even if I don't engage in combat, simply going there to confront them would be considered assistance." "Hmm, let's still send three," a nearly bald elder, sitting amidst the hall's pervasive chaotic energy, finally spoke. He rose and summoned another individual. "Let's go," he urged. "It's not good to arrive too late." "Indeed," added the summoned individual. "I expect the old ones from the Corpse Clan and Heavenly God Clan will certainly appear at the Great Abyss to block our path. It's been a long time; perhaps we can catch up." As they spoke, the three vanished from the hall. The third grand-uncle sighed faintly, realizing this was the only viable course of action. Clan opinions were heavily divided, with significant resistance stemming primarily from influential saints.

On Flying Immortal Star, young girl Xi watched as her letter was taken and sent into the teleportation array, then she turned and departed without lingering for a moment. "Chu Feng," she mused, "as you instructed, I've delivered the letter, slowly stirring the waters. This will undoubtedly draw saints from the Xilin, Corpse, and Sky-Piercing Clans to continuously appear at the Great Abyss, blocking Earth's supposed allies. But aren't you afraid of overextending yourself with this plan? One misstep, and all of us could face a terrible end!" Young girl Xi's expression was exceptionally solemn. She understood that Chu Feng was making an enormous gamble: success would shake the universe, but failure would mean a miserable death without a burial place. She could clearly see that Chu Feng was a true gambler, intent on leveraging the existing storm to unleash a cosmic hurricane and entangle even more saints.

Concurrently, the Yellow Ox, one of Kunlun's powerful demons, had not yet departed. Instead, it was using Chu Feng's golden account to post on the Prime Beast Platform. It announced that, entrusted by Chu Feng, it was issuing an exorbitant bounty, inviting dormant saints throughout the universe to assist. They weren't required to directly intervene in combat, but merely to go to the Great Abyss, block one opposing saint each, and engage in a standoff without fighting. In return, they would receive whatever resources they desired.

"What?" exclaimed a voice from the star sea. "Holy medicines, divine techniques, ultimate breathing methods—these could all be the rewards!?" The starry sky instantly erupted in commotion. "You say they exist, and they do?" someone questioned skeptically. "Of course they exist!" the Yellow Ox retorted confidently. "How else did Chu Feng rise to prominence? Without these ultimate breathing methods, divine techniques, and so on, how could he possibly dominate this cosmic generation, fighting across the star sea without rivals?! Rest assured, if Chu Feng fails to deliver the promised rewards, the entire universe will condemn him, with all clans as our witnesses!" The Yellow Ox had truly committed, loudly proclaiming its message on the platform. Of course, it didn't limit the terms, as holy medicine had also been mentioned earlier as a potential reward.

"Heh, no need for actual combat? Then this old man shall make a trip, find an old acquaintance for a chat, block his path, and confront him!" Indeed, some individuals began to set off towards the Great Abyss.

Within a spectral, ancient palace of the Corpse Clan, wreathed in ominous mist and thick chaotic energy, a skeletal ancient saint opened its eyes. "So much time has passed, and that remnant still hasn't been crushed?" it rasped. "Killing his ancestors back then required far less effort!" "Old Ancestor," a subordinate reported, "only a moment has passed; it hasn't been long at all. Furthermore, that young man is utterly fearless, wandering the edge of the Great Abyss as if he has no regard for his own life. Even saints dare not attack, fearing they might detonate the area. Additionally, the Great Dream Pure Land, Sub-Immortal Clan, and some rogue saints have already set out and are arriving outside the Great Abyss. The situation is somewhat unfavorable, as they are now containing the eight saints."

"Hmm, in that case, this old man shall also depart," the skeletal elder mused. "It's been a long time since I've been active, not since the ancient war." This bony figure was an ancient saint, one who had personally massacred Earth's nascent saints in bygone eras. Two more individuals accompanied him, and with the Corpse Clan saint who had already departed for the Great Abyss, almost their entire contingent had been mobilized! Similar mobilizations were occurring within the Netherworld Clan and the Heavenly God Clan. Upon learning of other saints' intervention to rescue Chu Feng and his allies, they immediately dispatched their forces. "Hmm," one declared, "we shall go and intercept them. It's impossible for outsiders to rescue that demonic Chu. Even if a Celestial Venerable were to arrive today, they couldn't save him!"

The tranquility of the Great Abyss was suddenly shattered as saints from various clans converged there. The dormant storm was reignited, unleashing an even more terrifying hurricane that threatened to shatter stars and tear the universe apart.