Chapter 897: From Now On, There Is No Reincarnation in This World

A group of saints were butchered by Chu Feng, their blood splattering outside the great abyss. Not a single one was left alive, only fragmented, blood-stained bone pieces remained.

At the scene, no one felt the impact more profoundly than the Three Saints of the Asian-Immortal Race. Even as super saints who had survived since ancient times, they now felt their hair stand on end and goosebumps cover their skin. This was simply too brutal and terrifying. Chu Feng, that young devil, slaughtered all nineteen saints with such ease, as if he were merely chopping cabbages.

Some of these saints were from the same era as the Three Saints of the Asian-Immortal Race. They had known each other since their youth, engaged in battles, competed, and even cooperated—they were truly old friends. Yet now, they had all perished before their very eyes.

The Three Saints were drenched in the blood of the fallen, yet they remained silent, not daring to utter a word about any disrespect or intentional targeting towards them.

“These three old geezers are truly well-behaved,” Ouyang Feng remarked sarcastically. “Why aren’t they protesting? Why aren’t they claiming their saintly prestige has been desecrated? Look at them, drenched in blood, head to toe – what a mess.” Ouyang Feng spoke without an ounce of regard for the Asian-Immortal Race’s dignity. He and the great demons of Kunlun clearly saw who had genuinely come to rescue and who was merely putting on a clumsy, perfunctory show.

The Corpse Race, Heavenly God Race, and other major factions gnashed their teeth in fury. Their clan’s saints had died, their blood splattered outside the great abyss—how could it be dismissed as mere “dog blood”? The Asian-Immortal Race was equally displeased; their three great saints were being scorned so openly by Jun Tuo’s son, treated with such contempt. This was truly youthful arrogance.

Everyone present was speechless, wanting to retort: At this moment, even a dragon would have to coil, and an ancient fierce tiger would have to cower. Who would dare challenge the great devil Chu, now in a killing frenzy? They’d simply lose their heads. The Three Saints of the Asian-Immortal Race certainly wouldn't dare!

Across the universe, people felt a chill deep in their bones even as they were shocked. The death of an entire group of saints was a colossal event that shook the star sea, destined to be recorded in the history of evolution as a profound chapter.

In this battle, Pseudo-Saint Wu, also known as the great devil Chu Feng, single-handedly dominated the situation, slaughtering nineteen saints—an act truly astonishing and horrifying.

“When will this cycle of vengeance end?” Chu Feng lamented. “I truly don’t wish to take lives, but these old bastards forced me to this point, leaving me no choice but to act. Alas, my hard-earned reputation as the Righteous and Lofty Reincarnation King, who originally detested bloodshed, now finds himself having to eliminate enemies, killing one after another.” Chu Feng sighed deeply, constantly shaking his head, feigning a look of utter helplessness.

“Damn it, I truly want to go to the great abyss and slaughter that great devil Chu Feng!” someone fumed. “He’s too much of a faker. You massacred all those saints, accomplished such a universe-shaking feat, and now you’re pretending to be an innocent ‘white lotus’?!” The Xilin Race, Corpse Race, and others exploded in rage. After their clan’s saints had died, this devil, whose hands were stained with blood, was still acting like a hypocrite—utterly infuriating and detestable! They sighed in vain, utterly helpless, for anyone who dared approach him would surely die.

“Ah, at this moment, I will be frank: I am Chu Feng!” Chu Feng declared directly, leaving everyone present stunned.

Many people wanted to say, “Even if you didn’t admit it, we already knew. Why the solemn expression?” Only the Asian-Immortal Race was truly shaken. They understood that Chu Feng was openly severing ties with them, making it clear he would never again visit them under the identity of Wu.

In fact, the Three Saints present felt it more profoundly; they clearly sensed a bone-chilling intent emanating from Chu Feng, almost as if he intended to kill them. However, Chu Feng ultimately did not act. After all, these were Ying Xiaoxiao’s elders. He had been on good terms with the three siblings, and Ying Zhexian had imparted the Yin-Yang Divine Art to him; his experiences in that foreign land were still vivid in his mind.

Fortunately, the Three Saints did not make a move and restrained themselves. Otherwise, Chu Feng would not have shown mercy and would have slaughtered them all.

Instantly, other races became aware of Chu Feng’s current situation: a rift had formed with the Asian-Immortal Race, and their relationship could never return to what it once was.

“Now, speaking in my own name, Chu Feng, I reiterate: I was originally devoted to goodness, but you forced me, causing me to commit this massacre here, my hands stained with blood. It’s truly regrettable. It’s rare for fellow cultivators to speak so kindly of me, saying I am honest and benevolent. Alas, these old bastards forced me to shatter my benevolent golden body, making me take lives. Indeed, life is ten parts out of ten unsatisfying; loneliness is like snow.” Chu Feng sighed theatrically, playing the hypocrite. This made the powerful races who opposed him itch with hatred, countless people wanting to jump up and down, truly wishing they could stomp on his face and grind it into the ground.

The Three Saints of the Asian-Immortal Race understood that Chu Feng had firmed his resolve and was also telling them that he had originally intended to take a different path in life, as Wu, maintaining close ties with the Asian-Immortal Race. But now, from this moment on, there would be no Wu in the world!

The Three Saints’ faces turned pale with a greenish tinge. Their interference and behavior had disheartened Chu Feng, leading him to resolve to distance himself from the Asian-Immortal Race.

“Brother, what’s the plan now? Are we going to do something big?” the Great Black Ox shouted from a distance. Chu Feng replied, “That’s right! We’ll eliminate all those who are hostile to us, who specifically rushed to the great abyss, and who have been gleefully saying they want to watch me die. Not a single one will be left!”

“No!” someone cried, nearly collapsing in fear. “Divine King Chu, please don’t misunderstand! We were just passing by, fetching some rice vinegar. Please continue with your business; we’ll leave immediately!”

Chu Feng’s face turned cold, revealing an emotionless expression. “Kill!” he commanded. Then, he moved, charging forward.

He was already familiar with the breathing techniques and energy signatures of various races. Especially evident were the clan emblems on the sleeves and other parts of the clothing worn by the scions of noble families who had come to watch, hoping to witness his death, and who had earlier been sneering.

These people could never have imagined that Chu Feng would turn the tables in the end. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have called friends and invited companions, claiming they wanted to watch Chu Feng die, and come to this place.

And some had even openly declared their intent to hunt down and slaughter the Great Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, Old Donkey, and others, wiping out this generation of Earth’s elites.

At this moment, their tragedy unfolded. Chu Feng personally made his move, diving forward, transforming into a streak of light.

Many had already turned ashen-faced the moment all the saints were annihilated. At this moment, their souls nearly fled their bodies. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to escape beforehand, but rather they felt as if they were stuck in quicksand; even though they were far enough from the great abyss, their movements were still incredibly slow.

A series of explosions erupted. In that very instant, Chu Feng’s purple bamboo staff pointed out, and fourteen core descendants from various races exploded into pieces, offering no resistance under the might of the Pseudo-Saint.

At the same time, the Yellow Ox also made its move, as it too understood the Pilfering Breathing Technique and could move freely.

It was the Yellow Ox who had initially introduced Chu Feng to this technique, teaching it to him and changing his life.

“Brother, isn’t this too much?… Leave them!” the Great Black Ox shouted, grinning continuously as it watched the direct descendants of the Corpse Race, Spirit Race, and Heavenly God Race die horribly.

Did this ox have compassion, pleading for those core descendants? People were momentarily surprised.

“Keep them!” the Great Black Ox spoke again, reminding Chu Feng. “You can sell them later; they’re all priceless core descendants!”

Some people were so angered their noses nearly twisted. Just a moment ago, they thought he was overflowing with sympathy, but it turned out he had such a plan, reminding Chu Feng to sell people.

“There’s no need to keep captives,” Chu Feng stated. “Next, I plan to personally visit the Corpse Race, Xilin Race, and other places to demand an explanation. Why would I need to threaten and extort these factions with their disciples? I’ll simply go to their door myself.”

Chu Feng spoke calmly, but any cultivator could sense the confidence and ruthlessness in his words. The great devil Chu was clearly about to assert his dominance across the universe and settle scores with those races.

Especially considering that he had already killed nineteen saints in this battle, the high-end combat power of various races had been almost emptied, leaving them at their weakest.

“Xilin Race, you group of traitors, are you ready? I’m coming!” Chu Feng declared. “Corpse Race, today I, Chu Feng, will personally visit your clan. Prepare yourselves and wait for me to settle old scores from ancient times!” “Heavenly God Race, today I will personally visit your division!”

Chu Feng was challenging the entire world!

At this time, within some clans, rituals were being performed. After their old saints were slain by Chu Feng outside the great abyss, some people could no longer sit still and began summoning their clan’s most mysterious and terrifying powers.

“Immortal and indestructible Mechanical Vajra Ancestor, please revive and return! Our clan faces a great calamity; please slay the little devil Chu Feng outside the great abyss!”

“Who has ignited the soul lamp I left within the clan?” a voice boomed. “It must not be used unless it’s a moment of life-or-death crisis!” From a certain ancient metal mine in the universe, a rumbling sound echoed, indicating that someone was indeed responding.

A certain ancestor of the Mechanical Vajra had lived for such an immense span of years that even its supreme metal body had rusted. The long ages could wound anything, especially targeting the soul. It had sought “mother gold” to smelt such ultimate metals, hoping to merge them with itself to regain vitality. For this purpose, it had even divided its body into four or five parts, hiding them in different cosmic mines.

“Chu Feng, a mere little devil,” the voice continued, “he once killed the last saint of our Mechanical Race. Now the situation is critical; he is threatening to annihilate our clan!”

Evidently, this ancestor of the Mechanical Race was aware of events in the primal chaos universe and knew that all their clan’s saints had gone to that universe.

However, it was still furious, saying, “A joke! Is a Pseudo-Saint even worthy of my intervention?!”

“Old Ancestor, please take charge, awaken!” someone pleaded. “Slay this fiend, otherwise, even with our furious blood boiling, we can’t change anything!”

“So, it seems I truly need to make a trip?” the ancestor of the Mechanical Race responded.

At the same time, a group of people within the Corpse Race were also performing a special ritual of worship.

“Supreme Corpse Ancestor, are you still there? Are you still alive?” they pleaded. “Our clan faces a great calamity; all saints have perished, a vast disaster has descended. Please, Corpse Ancestor, revive and reappear in the world!”

The Corpse Race performed a blood sacrifice, communicating with a black nether-earth on the Corpse Planet, hoping to summon a supreme being.

“I… am still here. Who dares disturb my slumber!?” A soul lamp that had been extinguished within the Corpse Race automatically ignited, flickering, as a voice emanated from it.

Powerful factions like the Heavenly God Race, Asian-Immortal Race, Dao Race, and Great Dream Pure Land had no Heaven-Reflecting level experts remaining. However, the Mechanical Race and Corpse Race possessed such ancestors who had not left the Netherworld Universe and were still exerting their deterrent power!

Of course, this also related to their condition. Both the Mechanical Vajra and the Corpse Ancestor had lived for far too long; their bodies had decayed, half of them rotted away, and parts of their soul light had crumbled. This was the erosion of time, rendering them unable to fight for long or travel great distances.

“Please, immortal and indestructible Mechanical Vajra Ancestor, slay Chu Feng, eliminate this scourge!” they cried. “He killed our clan’s saints and now threatens to annihilate our clan; this cannot be tolerated!”

“Please, Corpse Ancestor, appear and slay the devil Chu Feng!” they pleaded. “He is a descendant of the ancient Earth lineage. In the past, our clan slaughtered many saints from that planet, and the Corpse Ancestor even participated in the encirclement and annihilation of their two Heaven-Reflecting level powerhouses!”

On this day, immense energy surged forth from the Mechanical Race and the Corpse Race.

Then, people saw a massive metal hand, whose fingernails alone were several times larger than the sun. It shattered the cosmic void, traversed across space, and descended towards the great abyss!

The purpose of that massive hand was obvious: it was coming to strike Chu Feng!

“No!” The Mechanical Race members were shocked and terrified. That was the great abyss, and there was also a mysterious white-robed woman with her back to the world. They worried about an unforeseen incident.

They had not expected the Mechanical Vajra Ancestor, with its explosive temper, to simply confirm the coordinates and then release a part of its body that had been suppressed in an ancient mine, sending it hurtling towards this location.

The Mechanical Race members were utterly terrified, as they hadn’t even had a chance to clearly explain what was happening at the great abyss!

“Hm?!” Near the great abyss, everyone trembled. Many fell to their knees, utterly unable to withstand such immense pressure; they felt as if they would explode.

Then, people saw a metal hand shattering the void as it arrived, appearing in the external area of the great abyss. Let alone other cultivators, even saints couldn’t bear it; their skin bled, and their bodies trembled, suppressed by the immense power.

Some people on the spot directly exploded into pieces. As this massive hand descended, it was truly a divine might, as if it aimed to destroy the world!

Swish, swish… The Yellow Ox, the Great Black Ox, and others decisively rushed into the Demonic Race Cauldron, hiding themselves.

Indeed, some people in this area exploded, their bodies and souls annihilated under the vast energy fluctuations.

“A mere ancient Earth, and its remnants dare to defy the heavens?!” The Mechanical Vajra Ancestor spoke coldly and ruthlessly as the metal hand swept down.

Chu Feng’s hair stood on end immediately. There truly were Heaven-Reflecting level experts remaining in this universe!

He immediately grabbed the Primordial Gourd. So what if it was a Heaven-Reflecting level expert? If it came to mutually assured destruction, he didn’t believe that the mysterious substance capable of killing hundreds of gods couldn’t take down this old Vajra.

Just then, the woman in the great abyss suddenly extended a slender, snow-white, crystalline hand, which instantly grew enormous and reached towards the sky.

With a bang, she seized the metal hand. With a hum, she pulled it into the great abyss!

One must know that a single segment of the metal hand’s finger was many times larger than the sun, its power boundless.

This woman succeeded with ease.

Moreover, she was exerting force, and the Mechanical Vajra Ancestor’s metal palm was emitting cracking sounds, as cracks appeared from her grip.

“Ah… Roar!” The old Vajra roared in rage, utterly shocked and almost trembling.