Chapter 894: Great Abyss Ascension

"Give it to us!" the elderly woman from the Yaxian clan demanded, her eyes gleaming with fervent desire.

At that moment, she and two other elders from her clan began to advance, pushing forward to join the struggle.

The three elderly Saints from the Great Dream Pure Land felt disgusted. Were they truly here to save someone? They knew the answer was no; from the start, the Yaxian clan's ancient Saints were merely putting on a show, going through the motions to avoid public criticism later.

Now, with the three Yaxian Saints personally vying for the Primordial Gourd, the Great Dream Pure Land's elderly Saints found their actions intolerable.

"You are going too far. No matter what, Wu Lunhui is supposed to be your saintess's future Dao companion. Is this acceptable?"

However, the three Yaxian Saints merely scoffed at the words of the Great Dream Pure Land elder, not taking them seriously.

This area was close to the Great Abyss, making it impossible for the Heavenly Eyes of either the Black Blood Platform or the Primal Beast Platform to clearly film or capture images; everything was blurry. Thus, the three Yaxian Saints felt no concern.

If Chu Feng hadn't secretly sent them a telepathic message, the three elderly Saints of the Great Dream Pure Land would have already charged forward, even intending to strike down the three Yaxian clan members.

At the same time, they were shocked, wondering what gave Chu Feng such confidence. He had actually told them at a crucial moment not to approach him, instructing them to retreat as far as possible if a sudden change occurred.

At this moment, Chu Feng had no good feelings toward the Yaxian clan either; they were truly disregardful of his life and death, showing absolutely no sincerity.

He had indeed sent the young lady Xi with a message, explicitly inviting the Yaxian clan to come but not to intervene, only to display a supportive stance.

He requested this to attract more Saints who were hostile to him.

However, he could clearly see that the Yaxian clan was only doing this to appease public opinion and avoid being scorned by the various cosmic races. They genuinely lacked any sincerity and had no intention of saving him.

As the person directly involved, he saw clearly and understood completely.

In contrast, the Saints from the Great Dream Pure Land who had also rushed there behaved completely differently; they truly intended to fight and save him.

"Alas, there's only one Primordial Gourd, and it has some cracks, so it's not perfectly flawless. Who should I give it to?" Chu Feng murmured to himself.

He held the green-skinned gourd, his fingers poised to pull out the stopper.

This was because the Saints were close enough, cornering him, presenting a perfect opportunity for him to act.

The ancient Saint of the Corpse Race had wrinkled skin stretched tightly over his bones, making him look emaciated, like a desiccated corpse.

He opened his mouth, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine, like a malevolent ghost appearing among humans. "Naturally, it should be given to me. I am old and frail, and truly need a primordial spirit item to nourish my body and live a few more years. Fellow Daoists, if you grant me this favor, I will be indebted to you for life and promise that should you ever need assistance, I will answer your call without hesitation, sacrificing my life to help!"

The ancient Saint of the God Clan approached, tall and imposing, with his golden hair flying. His pupils gleamed with an intimidating golden hue. "My old friend," he said, "I can yield on anything else, but not on this artifact. I need it greatly. You know, my body may appear young, but in truth, its condition is very poor; I am completely withered."

The group argued, and just then, the three ancient Saints of the Yaxian clan also drew near, once again sending a telepathic message to Chu Feng.

"Wu Lunhui, there are too many enemies today, so we are unable to assist you directly. However, please rest assured that we will protect your relatives and friends, ensuring they are not killed."

The elderly Yaxian woman spoke, trying to muster a gentle smile. She knew her previous behavior had been poor and too cold, having merely chatted with the Corpse Race and Xilin Race without any intention of intervening.

Chu Feng did not reply telepathically like her but spoke aloud, sighing, "Senior asks for the Primordial Gourd. If I were to ascend to the Yaxian clan's domain, I would naturally present it. But now, I truly don't know which of you to give it to, as my relatives and friends are already being protected by the seniors from the Great Dream Pure Land."

"Hmm?" The three Yaxian Saints turned around, their expressions immediately darkening. They thought the old fellows from the Great Dream Pure Land were fantasizing, believing that by protecting Chu Feng's people, Chu Feng would actually survive.

This comparison filled the three Yaxian Saints with shame and indignation.

At this moment, Yin Jiuchuan spoke, "Esteemed seniors, my brothers and I do not seek the primordial divine artifact. May we instead have the Daoist Breathing Technique?"

He was currently in his true form, over ten feet long, entirely crimson, like a Vermillion Bird, radiating Saintly might. However, he had only recently become a Saint and was no match for veteran Saints. Even with his brothers, a total of four Starry Sky Knights present, they lacked the power to contend with the ancient Saints.

He was wise, understanding that one must relinquish something to gain something else.

Several Starry Sky Knights all nodded. Their hair was graying, their faces aged, and their strength considerable. They stood together, vigilant.

"Yes, you are very clever. You may copy a portion of the Daoist Breathing Technique later and then step aside," the ancient Saint of the Corpse Race said with a faint smile and a nod.

Deep in Chu Feng's eyes lay boundless coldness. These people truly believed he was mere meat on a chopping block, completely disregarding him, and had already begun discussing how to divide the spoils.

He sneered. Did these people truly believe the Primordial Gourd could nourish their bodies and prolong their lives? This was a death knell; whoever wanted it would die!

After all, even hundreds of deities had been extinguished; what were nineteen Saints in comparison?

The small Primordial Gourd, seemingly no longer than a thumb, contained a massive amount of strange gray substance collected from four or five hundred deceased, powerful deities.

If so much strange substance were to erupt, who could possibly stop it?

Chu Feng himself was deeply wary. The last time he had tested it in a foreign land, releasing only a wisp of the gray substance, it had transformed into a terrifying humanoid creature that killed a Half-Saint.

If all of it were released now, it would be an immense flood, engulfing this entire area. Even he didn't know what would happen, and who could escape?

At this point, a Saint from the Xilin Race suggested, "Esteemed seniors, I think we should kill Chu Feng first. There's no need to keep this little devil alive. Let him come forward, offer his divine treasures, and then we'll stomp him to death!"

"That makes sense. We came for him, to extinguish this so-called peerless genius of this era. Let's kill him first!" A member of the Spirit Race nodded, holding the Divine Blood-Transforming Banner, a cruel and ruthless smile on their face.

"Alright, Wu Lunhui, if you want your friends to live, then walk over here yourself, leave the edge of the Great Abyss, offer all your divine artifacts, and come meet your death!"

The Mech Race members shouted. They were more interested in the Starry Sky Mothergold bracelet; if integrated into one's body, its benefits would be unimaginable!

Chu Feng took a step, seemingly resigned to his fate, approaching them one step at a time.

In the distance, many spectators watched. Those close to Chu Feng felt a wrenching pain in their hearts, a choking sensation. To let Chu Feng walk to his own death—such an end was too tragic.

"Heh, that's right, hurry up and come meet your death. Oh, and if you want your relatives and friends to live better, you'd best be respectful and prostrate yourself!"

"Excellent. After offering your divine artifacts, kneel and await your death!"

Saints from both the Xilin Race and the Starry Sky Knights spoke up, laughing heartily, feeling utterly satisfied.

In the distance, many felt anxious. The young Daoist priest was almost enraged; he didn't know what trump card his father held, only seeing Chu Feng about to be humiliated, which made him feel wretched.

Qin Luoyin's fingers were clenched white, and she stood there, her body trembling slightly, while forcefully holding back the young Daoist priest to prevent him from rushing forward.

"Everyone, do you want to know the current state of the great demon Chu Feng? Haha, he's about to die a humiliating death! I'm nearby, watching, seeing the demon Chu Feng about to kneel and meet his end! Hmm, even here at the scene, my optical computer can only capture partial footage. The interference here is too strong, and the signal can cut out at any moment, so I can't live stream for you."

Some people were laughing loudly. They were on site, part of the group hostile to Chu Feng, wanting to film his humiliating moments before death and then upload them to various platforms.

"Everyone, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived! I'm filming, and I'm trying to send out some photos. Take a careful look while the signal hasn't been cut off!"

The entire cosmos was in an uproar!

The final moment had arrived. Everyone, whether allied with Chu Feng or hostile to him, watched closely, all awaiting the ultimate outcome.

"It's over, Chu Feng, you can die now!" The Xilin Race Saint chuckled coldly, feeling immense satisfaction as Chu Feng approached.

The Xilin Race had defected from Earth and had always feared retribution.

Yin Jiuchuan also spoke, "Hmm, let me kill him. We Starry Sky Knights were the main force that annihilated the descendants of those powerful figures from Earth back then. Let's finish what we started and put a perfect end to it today by killing the last genius and eradicating the Human King bloodline!"

Chu Feng had already pulled out half of the gourd's stopper and was about to forcefully slap its bottom, intending to release all the gray substance. He didn't care if floods raged after his death or if the starry sea exploded; his priority was to kill this group of people.

It was a rare opportunity, with a group of Saints gathered and cornering him!

Suddenly, just as Chu Feng reached the optimal position and was about to fully pull out the stopper and unleash the gray substance, a shocking change occurred.

Within the Great Abyss, a strange fluctuation emerged, shattering the ancient stillness. It spread out like ripples, instantly immobilizing everyone at the edge.

"What's happening? My soul... it's about to explode!"

Not just newly advanced Saints like Yin Jiuchuan, but even the ancient Saint of the Corpse Race and the ancient tyrant-like Saint of the God Clan wielding a colossal golden saber were terrified, feeling their soul light on the verge of collapse. It was too horrifying; a dreadful aura surged and spread, enveloping the entire area!

From the black depths of the Great Abyss, tiny white lights appeared, and a figure silently ascended. It was graceful and captivating, yet also profoundly strange and terrifying, carrying an astounding energy signature.

Perhaps it wasn't an energy fluctuation, but rather a rhythmic breathing, very regular. As it resonated in everyone's hearts, it felt like an earth-shattering thunder bombardment, causing even Saints to bleed from their orifices!

Finally, she emerged!

It was a woman in white, her back to everyone. She calmly circulated a breathing technique, rising from the dark, unfathomable Great Abyss into the sky above.

She did not turn around, appearing to have no particular awareness, completely ignoring the people present. She was merely absorbing and exhaling the various free-floating energies of the cosmos.

"This is the rhythm of the Daoist Breathing Technique! Who is she? How can she be in the Great Abyss?!" The Xilin Race Saint was stunned, his mind trembling, his body shaking.

The Daoist Breathing Technique was renowned throughout the cosmos.

Even ancient Saints could perceive its unique rhythm; it wasn't entirely unfamiliar, as it had once shaken the world. However, no one could decipher its deeper intricacies.

The Xilin Race had once possessed a small portion of the Daoist Breathing Technique, so they immediately recognized what breathing technique the terrifying woman in white was circulating.

All the Saints struggled, wanting to escape this dangerous area, but even the oldest ancient Saint of the Corpse Race trembled, finding themselves unable to break free. They felt as if they were confined in this void, suppressed by an inexplicable force.

Moreover, they were all spitting blood, shivering uncontrollably, resonating and trembling with the mysterious white-clad woman's breathing rhythm.

"How can there be a living person in the Great Abyss? This is a death zone! How is there a woman here? Is she a true immortal, about to ascend today?!"

Chu Feng also felt a surge, excitement, and shock. He practiced the Daoist Breathing Technique himself, so how could he not understand this rhythm, having mastered its most profound and complex principles?

He was also stunned, wondering who this person was and how someone practicing the Daoist Breathing Technique could live in the Great Abyss.

Unfortunately, the distance was too great; he could only see that the figure was a woman, her white robes as pure as snow, with her back facing them.

Initially, Chu Feng also suffered greatly. Not only did blood seep from his seven orifices, but his body was cracking, on the verge of disintegrating. He was terrified by the woman's power; it was too dreadful, an almost unmatched divine might!

Then, as he circulated the Daoist Breathing Technique and maintained that rhythm, Chu Feng found that the pressure on him instantly lessened. Although his body still felt immense discomfort, he could now endure it and even move.

He then saw the Saints present bleeding from their orifices, struggling. While they could still move, their actions were incredibly slow, suppressed to the point of almost prostrating themselves there, trembling uncontrollably, their spirits on the verge of exploding!

"Hmm?!" Upon seeing this, Chu Feng decisively pushed the half-pulled stopper back into the gourd, sealing it tightly, then put away the Primordial Gourd.

Next, he instantly pulled out the purple bamboo, imbued with a trace of primordial spiritual light, and abruptly charged forth like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus unleashed from its cage!

In the extremely distant areas, those who had come to watch the battle also experienced a great terror. Their bodies shivered, shaking violently, and their souls were filled with dread.

Had they not been far enough, their bodies would have exploded.

Those who were filming and trying to spread photos were even worse off, their fingers trembling.

"Everyone, something's wrong here... Twenty or so Saints are gathered, radiating Saintly might, and even I'm trembling with fear! Come see how miserably the demon Chu Feng... is dying!"

His words were disjointed, but he stubbornly continued filming, trying to transmit the footage while the signal was strong.

Then he stared dumbfounded, a chill running from his head to his toes, filled with horror. What kind of footage was he capturing and transmitting? How had the scene suddenly changed?!

He and a group of others saw Chu Feng holding the purple-gold bamboo, soaring through the sky like a giant roc. His entire body radiated blinding light as he swung the purple bamboo forward.

In an instant, a Starry Sky Knight's head exploded from the strike, scattering like a burst watermelon.

Simultaneously, Yin Jiuchuan was also affected by the blow. Struck by the purple bamboo, half of his body simply vanished, turning into a bloody mist.

However, Chu Feng didn't focus on him. Instead, he targeted the ancient Saints of the Corpse Race and the God Clan, diving towards them with a terrifying beam of light.

Then, people saw that half of the Corpse Race's ancient Saint's head had been obliterated!

"Everyone, have you seen the tragic state of the great demon Chu Feng? He's dying miserably..."

Others were also filming and transmitting footage, still speaking as if their brains hadn't caught up, mainly because Chu Feng's speed was too fast!

Then he was utterly bewildered. It was terrifying beyond belief!

"We... saw it!" Feedback came from across the cosmos, but the sight they witnessed was completely different from what Chu Feng's enemies were describing!