Chapter 904: The Resentment of the Opportunist

Chu Feng stood in the cosmos, gazing at the boundless darkness and the faint, shimmering starlight, lost in thought. He felt an overwhelming emptiness. After vanquishing all his enemies and avenging his ancestors, there was no surge of particular excitement. Perhaps achieving one's goals and reaching the pinnacle often leads to such a lonely sense of melancholy.

"This is a sickness; it needs to be cured!" the Big Black Ox stated bluntly, hitting the nail on the head. Chu Feng was speechless. Although the words weren't pleasant to hear, they held a certain truth. For a moment, he felt a sense of aimlessness, as if he had lost his direction.

He logged onto the Primal Beast Platform, saw many messages, and then simply let out a soft sigh.

"Look! The Great Demonic Chu Feng has finally logged in and reappeared on the platform! What does this mean? He just sighed at the camera, then stared at the cosmos without a word."

When people saw his golden account glow and placed at the top of the Primal Beast Platform's homepage, it immediately caused a huge sensation. After all, Chu Feng had just committed an astonishing act, slaughtering hostile races and even conquering two of the top ten — how could it not be shocking? His appearance was nothing less than a cosmic hurricane, sweeping across all regions. Countless people swarmed onto the Primal Beast live streaming platform.

"Demonic Chu Feng—no, perhaps I should say God-King Chu—may I ask what you feel now that you dominate the cosmos and have eliminated your opponents?"

Messages exploded onto the screen. Chu Feng's golden account continuously glowed, and as the number of visitors grew astronomically, it began to shine with five-colored divine light. This was a feature of the Primal Beast Platform: the more attention an account received, the more special, sacred, and dazzling it appeared.

In the end, Chu Feng said little, offering only that one sigh, leaving everyone puzzled.

"Don't you understand? Logging in with an account named 'How lonely it is to be invincible' and leaving only a sigh—he's sighing about how desolate it is to be invincible!" someone over-analyzed.

At this moment, people from the Black Blood Platform couldn't sit still. They also wanted to invite Chu Feng to verify his identity with them and log in to discuss some hot topics. Everyone in the starry sky now knew that every move of the Great Demonic Chu Feng attracted immense attention from all sides; he naturally generated discussion.

Chu Feng was very polite, stating that he was open to talking. At the same time, he naturally mentioned that he was recently researching the divine skill "Faraway Horizons, Close at Hand" and asked if the Black Blood Platform had the complete scripture. The person in charge of communications at the Black Blood Platform wanted to exclaim, "Oh, my goodness!" Demanding a legendary extreme movement technique right off the bat was an outrageous request. If it were just one or two scrolls, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, the complete "Faraway Horizons, Close at Hand," along with "Shrinking the Ground to an Inch" and "Divine Feet," were known as the strongest movement techniques in the Underworld Cosmos, worth an immense fortune. Those who truly mastered them would never part with the complete set.

The Black Blood Platform's liaison stated that it would be difficult to gather such a divine skill. "Even if a deal doesn't materialize, goodwill remains. We can cooperate again in the future," Chu Feng said politely and decisively, ending the call.

Chu Feng disappeared, not allowing major platforms to follow up. He began inventorying the spoils of war with the Yellow Ox, Big Black Ox, and others.

At the same time, many powerhouses set off from various locations, rushing towards the Xilin Race, the Heavenly God Race, and other places to scavenge for gains. Under normal circumstances, who would dare offend these powerful races? But now it was different. Including the Corpse Race, they had all been crippled by Chu Feng. Apart from sparing civilians, their high-end combat power had been utterly wiped out. Such lineages, two of which had once been among the top ten, contained numerous rare natural treasures and dense spiritual essences. People believed that even after Chu Feng and his companions had plundered, there would still be "hidden gems" and divine artifacts left behind. They had come to "pick up scraps."

Undoubtedly, whether it was the Heavenly God Race, the Xilin Race, or the Corpse Race, Spirit Race, Netherworld Race, etc., they all suffered a second wave of damage. The evolvers who dared to cross the galaxy to arrive definitely had some confidence, most of them being Sub-Saints! These individuals arrived with great ambition. They naturally disdained ordinary items, so they wished they could turn over the entire ruins, the entire planet.

"Damn it! A group of masked people are invading our Heavenly God Race, what are you doing?!"

The remaining members of the Heavenly God Race, Spirit Race, and others were all shocked, enraged, and somewhat terrified. These people charged in like hungry wolves. Chu Feng had not attacked ordinary cities or harmed civilians, but these new arrivals paid no heed to that. They wished they could plough the ground clean!

However, these Sub-Saints, who had come to scavenge, were deeply frustrated and enraged. They couldn't help but howl towards the sky: "It's too damn clean! The ancestral city of the Heavenly God Race, the ancestral lands of the Corpse Race—there's not a single blade of grass left. Was there a locust plague? Even the leaves were gnawed bare!" Furthermore, after digging three feet deep, they discovered that someone had been even more thorough than them, having already dug through it once.

Some Sub-Saints couldn't bear it and complained indignantly in the starry sky, saying, "Damn it, forget grass blades, even the soil has been dug away!" Furious, one of them posted pictures on the Primal Beast Platform, explaining that he had intended to dig three feet deep, but with a rumble, after just one foot, he fell into a massive pit. It was then, bewildered, that he realized Chu Feng and his group had dug several *zhang* deep, even hauling away the soil. "It's utterly shameful! I've never seen such ruthless thieves, leaving absolutely nothing behind!" he raged.

The starry sky was in an uproar, and people felt a little dizzy. Had the Great Demonic Chu Feng plundered *that* thoroughly? It seemed that nothing would indeed be left of the Heavenly God Race's ancestral city or the Corpse Race's netherworld. Naturally, chaos erupted on the major platforms; a group of people were speechless, unsure what to say. Upon hearing this, Chu Feng merely curled his lips, wanting to say, "What do you know? I'm collecting exotic soil; it's more important than other rare artifacts!"

More than one Sub-Saint was indignant. Later, all Sub-Saints who had crossed the starry sky to pick up scraps became dejected, sighing sorrowfully towards the sky. "Unbelievable! 'Higher than the sky by three feet' doesn't even begin to describe the ruthlessness of the Great Demonic Chu Feng. This is digging several *zhang* deep! Where he passed, not a blade of grass grew; even mouse holes were visited and emptied. I saw it with my own eyes—several mouse spirits were crying! How shameless! Argh, argh, argh... I'm livid!" The group of Sub-Saints was furious beyond measure, boiling with rage, because opening super wormholes required exorbitant costs, and this time, their losses were substantial—a wasted trip.

They truly couldn't comprehend it. How could the esteemed Great Demonic Chu Feng, who had conquered several races and opened many treasure vaults in a single day, end up digging several *zhang* deep and even hauling away the soil? It was utterly disgraceful! After this news spread, evolvers from various races lamented, "Never provoke the Demonic Chu! If he targets you, you'll be utterly miserable, not even your underwear will be left!"

A Holy Son immediately stepped forward to testify, saying that when they were captured on Earth back then, many Holy Sons were plundered so thoroughly that even their socks were stripped off.

"Dare to try and slander me again?!" Chu Feng immediately refuted the claim. Even if he had done such a thing, he wouldn't admit it, let alone when he hadn't. The Holy Son's face instantly turned pale with fright. Who didn't know how terrifying the Demonic Chu was now? He truly didn't dare to slander him, so he nervously explained that after he was captured by Chu Feng, it was the old donkey who had stripped off his socks and worn them himself.

"Ugh, ugh, darn it!" The old donkey was annoyed that such a discreditable incident had been exposed. "How embarrassing!"

"Wasn't I just thinking those shoes and socks were made from Pegasus hide? They suited me perfectly! Damn it, now it's become black history," the old donkey fumed, explaining to his companions. To the public, he vehemently denied it, claiming he had only stolen some goddesses' underwear, as for shoes and socks, he couldn't be bothered with them.

Upon hearing this outlandish remark, all the captured goddesses and Holy Maidens turned pale, rushing to issue statements declaring that they were definitely not the ones, and had not experienced such things. The old donkey was very pleased; with a casual remark, he had successfully diverted the topic.

However, he wasn't laughing for long. Soon after, visitors came to see Chu Feng. They were all renowned races from the starry sky, and they arrived bearing grand gifts. Chu Feng's single battle had astonished the entire starry sky, making him worthy of goodwill from all sides. Whether it was the Yellow Ox, Big Black Ox, Zhou Quan, or the Northeastern Tiger, they all received many rare and precious gifts. The old donkey, opening his own share, discovered silk stockings and women's intricate underwear, among other things. He was instantly dumbfounded. He wanted to curse, "What good are these things? I want rare secret treasures!"

Chu Feng's expression wasn't much better. Besides receiving some normal gifts, he also got box after box of soil. While some were exotic soils, others were just a jumble of miscellaneous dirt. His face darkened; he was practically like the old donkey, now perceived as having a peculiar collecting fetish.

When some platforms approached him again for cooperation, Chu Feng readily agreed, telling them that there would indeed be another major operation, and they could now open a wormhole for him. The next moment, Chu Feng led a group of great demons through a wormhole to Earth's outer space.

"Farewell, everyone!"

Then, he and the Big Black Ox, Yellow Ox, and others made a run for it, entering Earth directly and returning home.

"Damn it, he ran off?" The people from those platforms were dumbfounded. The demon had just disappeared like that, only asking them to send him home?

"Chu Feng, isn't this... inappropriate?" Someone contacted him, subtly reminding him that such an action didn't suit his current status.

"Don't worry, a major event will happen next. Just wait and see!" Chu Feng said casually, then ignored them.

At this moment, many evolvers on Earth were restless and agitated. For example, the great financial magnates and marine races found it almost unbelievable when considering the changes over the past year or so. Chu Feng had already fought his way into the starry sky, establishing a fearsome reputation! Among them, the most anxious were the evolvers of the Three Immortal Islands: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou. They were practically scared to death. Previously, they had been very confident, but now, they truly regretted their past actions.

The faces of the Three Immortal Islands' inhabitants turned pale, devoid of color. The Great Demonic Chu Feng had even conquered the Heavenly God Race and the Corpse Race; if he returned like this, would they even be allowed to live?

"Wake up the Old Ancestors!"

"Wake up what?! Do you also want to follow the Machine Race and Xilin Race in tricking your ancestors?!"

"What are we to do?!"

At the same time, the Black Dragon Race of the South Sea was also terrified. Everyone who had ever had an enmity with Chu Feng was now bristling with fear. This harbinger of death dared to slaughter even Saints; if he decided to settle scores with them, wouldn't it be as easy as flipping a hand?

In the cosmos, many powerful races were setting off, preparing to send emissaries to Earth to resume normal relations and facilitate mutual exchange.

"Brother, what are you planning to do now that we're back?" the Big Black Ox asked Chu Feng. He could tell that Chu Feng was contemplating something.

"I'm going to do some big things!" Chu Feng replied.