Chapter 910: Heavenly Rift

At the edge of the shattered chaotic universe, a cold, metallic ship silently traversed. On its deck, several figures stood motionless, like stone statues or ancient deities enshrined in temples, exuding an air of solemn dignity, not uttering a single word.

In a blink, the azure-gold ship entered the chaos. In this desolate place, furious waves surged, entirely composed of chaotic energy that would crush ordinary individuals into bloody pulp.

The ship remained steadfast, emitting a faint light as it moved straight ahead, intending to cross through this region and enter the Underworld Universe.

Suddenly, a roaring sound erupted from the chaotic sea, an explosion powerful enough to pierce one's soul. It was accompanied by a light reminiscent of ascending immortals, spreading a terrifying pressure.

It was chaotic lightning, erupting with immense ferocity and incessant roars. The area ahead became blindingly bright and intensely powerful, with lightning surging like an turbulent ocean.

Even the azure-gold ship had to navigate around it, not daring to get close.

Even so, encountering such terrifying lightning in the chaotic sea, even just its peripheral arcs, was a significant challenge and danger. Electrical discharges spread and intertwined throughout the chaos.

It was destructive, capable of reducing saints to ashes and tearing apart 'Reflecting Heavens' level cultivators.

The azure-gold ship carried a sacred decree, which at that moment emitted dazzling golden symbols and countless runes, enveloping the entire vessel and successfully warding off the corrosive electrical arcs.

Thus, it traversed the chaotic expanse. The five figures on board remained perfectly still, utterly silent, like statues of ancient gods or demons.

Simultaneously, behind them in the chaotic sea, several other ancient ships, each bearing a different sacred decree, were also advancing towards the Underworld Universe.

In fact, there were others even swifter. As they neared the Underworld Universe, a colossal, yellow gourd emerged from the chaos, emitting a soft glow.

Four valiant individuals with distinguished demeanors stood upon it. Alongside them were two dogs: a large, golden-yellow one radiating a terrifying aura, and a smaller, pure black one with dense, glossy fur and fierce eyes.

"We're finally through," one person said. "Even the chaotic sea of the Underworld is this terrifying. The Celestial Venerable's decree even had its edges burned off!"

The speaker was a man in gleaming armor, with a vertical eye on his forehead that, as it opened and closed, emitted a golden beam of light spanning thousands of miles.

A decree was affixed to the yellow gourd, slightly dim and with its edges scorched – it was, astonishingly, a Celestial Venerable's decree!

Anyone who knew would be utterly shocked.

"Great Sky Hound, Little Sky Hound, do you detect any unusual scent, or perhaps residual fluctuations of Celestial Venerable laws?" the man with the vertical eye on his forehead, standing on the yellow gourd, inquired.

"It's indeed a mass grave, a land of the dead," the large golden-yellow dog replied, clearly disgusted. "As soon as we approached, I smelled a foul, decaying stench. However, I detect no fluctuations of so-called Celestial Venerable laws, only dark and cold rules."

The large golden-yellow dog spoke, utterly disgusted, as if wanting to plug its nose. It wasn't just relying on its sense of smell but also perceiving the world through its innate divine abilities.

"In very ancient times, this place was a burial ground for Celestial Venerables," a woman stated. "Over time, it gradually became a general graveyard, and the proliferation of Yin energy caused some of the original inhabitants to become neither fully human nor ghost."

"What you speak of is anecdotal history, unverified," another person interjected. "However, some ancient bone texts do record that this Underworld is far from simple. During a certain period, when pathways from the Yang Realm could still be opened, Celestial Venerables perished in this universe, vanishing without a trace, as if stones sinking into the ocean."

"Hmm, we should still be cautious," another voice added. "The Yang Realm has been cut off from here for countless ages. Few people know about this place anymore; many aren't even certain if the so-called Underworld truly exists."

Soon, these individuals turned their heads, as other groups from the Yang Realm, piloting warships adorned with Celestial Venerable decrees, emerged from the chaotic sea and approached their location.

The chaotic rift, that narrow path, was sealed. Yet, several factions possessed Celestial Venerable decrees, allowing them to traverse this region and enter the Underworld Universe.

The figures on the azure-gold ship remained motionless and did not acknowledge the newcomers, merely passing them by.

This was because they belonged to different lineages, each founded by a Celestial Venerable. Under normal circumstances, they strenuously avoided confrontation, as it could escalate into a doctrinal dispute or a full-scale sectarian war!

"Let each of us use our own means to search for the legendary artifacts," one voice declared. "Whoever finds them, owns them."

In the chaos, a massive black wooden staff, like a ship's hull, traversed the void, carrying several people. Though usually taciturn, one of them now spoke.

Undoubtedly, their passage was also facilitated by a golden decree affixed to the enormous black wood.

"Indeed, let's first establish the rules!" the previously silent figures on the azure-gold battleship finally responded from a distance.

"Let's proceed," another said. "It's incredible that things legendary in our Yang Realm could possibly have ended up in this land of the dead. Although it's just a rumor, we can't dismiss it entirely. What if it's true?"

Then, silence descended upon the area.

After setting off, each group began to act. For instance, the stopper of the large yellow gourd opened, and many figures streamed out, obeying the commands of those standing on the gourd.

They were not venturing alone but brought their retinues, some from the Yang Realm and others being subordinates who had surrendered from the shattered chaotic universe.

Meanwhile, on Earth, at Kunlun Mountain.

Representatives from all corners gathered to offer their felicitations – a grand event unseen in the star sea for countless years.

Chu Feng remained calm. Seeing that the Xilin, Mechanical, and Spirit races had also arrived, he showed no intention of complete annihilation. His deep eyes gazed down upon them.

"I have no intention of exterminating your races," he stated.

However, he naturally did not forget to demand concessions. He explicitly told the Mechanical race that he required cosmic battleships and a variety of the most advanced technologies.

He also instructed the Xilin race to swiftly return all ancient texts belonging to Earth.

And naturally, he presented various demands to the Spirit race, the Underworld race, and others.

Though these races felt a pang in their hearts, they all ultimately agreed without a single refusal, fearing that Chu Feng would retaliate against them with a bloody purge, just as their ancestors had massacred Earth.

Kunlun Mountain was bustling with activity, as grand banquets were held, and Chu Feng and his companions entertained the numerous guests.

On that very day, various ancient texts, battleship technologies, and other requested items were delivered, along with some treasure-grade specialties from the Spirit and Underworld races.

On Kunlun Mountain, Chu Feng immersed himself in various ancient texts, diligently studying and committing all battle techniques to memory.

Immortal mist swirled, and vast expanses of green pines swayed like the roar of a tsunami. The towering peaks were adorned with rare orchids and spiritual herbs, enveloped in mist and radiant clouds. Numerous jade tables were set, where evolvers from various races clinked their cups, fostering a lively atmosphere.

"This humble Daoist has recently had a premonition, a profound connection between heaven and man, foreseeing the advent of a glorious golden age," an old Daoist priest remarked.

He was smiling broadly, already a little tipsy from the drinks.

Many inwardly grumbled, some even secretly cursing. The 'Reflecting Heavens' level experts of various races had largely met tragic ends and would never return from the chaotic universe. How could he possibly speak of a prosperous age to come?

Perhaps, this was only a prosperous age for the Earth lineage. Many were dissatisfied but refrained from voicing their discontent.

"Is that Daoist Master Yuntian?" someone exclaimed. "His divinations are extraordinary; he's no ordinary person! He foretells good and ill fortune, divines the future, and is known as a Divine Diviner, even being a Sub-Saint himself!"

Someone exclaimed, revealing the old Daoist's esteemed background, which greatly surprised many present.

It became evident that Daoist Master Yuntian was highly renowned throughout the cosmic star sea. Many had not met him personally but had long heard his name and were well-versed in his legendary deeds.

It was said that he was an honored guest among the top ten great powers, and formidable races regarded him with exceptional respect.

"Saint Yuntian, please grant us heavenly insights."

A chorus of requests arose. Even figures like Great Black Ox and Yellow Ox were intrigued, and Chu Feng, who had been engrossed in studying various ancient texts rather than participating in the banquet, was also stirred.

"Indeed, I've recently had a feeling that a prosperous age is approaching," Daoist Master Yuntian said. "I haven't thoroughly divined it yet, so today I shall perform a detailed divination."

With these words, Daoist Master Yuntian took out turtle shells and bone fragments. He calmed his mind, offered sacrifices to the heavens, and then began his divination.

Moments later, Daoist Master Yuntian coughed up blood, his face turning pale. All the turtle shells he had cast onto the ground had shattered, then spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.

Immediately, his full head of dark hair turned snow-white. He appeared to have aged several decades in an instant, becoming profoundly frail and old.

As a Sub-Saint, he still possessed a long lifespan, capable of living for at least several centuries, if not a millennium. Yet, he now instantly seemed to have entered his twilight years, a sight that shocked everyone.

"Daoist Master, what's wrong? This divination seems... extremely ominous?!" someone inquired.

"More than just ominous, this is a 'Heaven-Rending' divination!" Daoist Master Yuntian exclaimed, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

"What does that mean?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Heaven itself has cracked! There's nothing more ominous than this, so what do you mean by asking?" he cried. "The world will see rivers of blood, ghosts will wail, and a dark age, incredibly tragic, will descend. This humble Daoist... will also not live long. Enough, enough, I must depart now and prepare for my own end!"

With these words, Daoist Master Yuntian immediately rose, soared into the sky, and sped towards outer space.

What did he mean? It was actually so terrifying? Everyone was dumbfounded!

"Daoist Master Yuntian, please wait! Please clarify!" Even the elders of the Dao race called out, urging him to explain in detail.

"There's nothing more to say," Daoist Master Yuntian's voice echoed from high above. "Darkness will shroud the land, and blood will flow like rivers. That is all I could see. Furthermore, to all fellow Daoists present, you should each look after yourselves. If you feel uneasy in your heart, or if your spiritual sense detects something amiss, it would be wise to prepare for your own end!"

This was Daoist Master Yuntian's voice, carried down from the sky.

This revelation shocked many. The divine diviner, coughing up blood incessantly and fleeing in a panic, was truly bizarre and unsettling.

"I thought it would be a prosperous age, but it's an inverse divination, an unprecedented great omen of disaster," Daoist Master Yuntian muttered. "I feel as if heaven itself will weep. Oh no, is heaven weeping already?"

Daoist Master Yuntian looked up and discovered that drops of blood-red rain were falling directly above his head, covering him and filling him with terror and dread.

On Kunlun Mountain, sporadic blood-red rain also began to fall, terrifying everyone and leaving them stunned.

"God King Chu, the heavens and earth are abnormal today; we shall take our leave first!"

"God King Chu Feng, we must return to our clans immediately. Farewell!"

On Kunlun Mountain, the evolvers from all races felt their skin crawl. They rose one by one to bid farewell, sensing that something terrible was amiss.