Chapter 920: Wind Rises in the Underworld

Streaks of light shot across the universe, and soon the star sea was in an uproar. Some of the most powerful saints from various races, who had left long ago, had returned and reappeared in the world.

"Eighth Ancestor, my Corpse Race has suffered terribly! Several saints are dead, completely slaughtered by that little beast Chu Feng, and countless core disciples have been killed or injured. Since the thirteen strongest ancient ancestors have returned, you must deliver justice for our people!" cried someone, filled with immense anger and resentment.

"Ancestors of the Heavenly God Race above, may Heaven bless our clan! Our revered ancestors have returned safely. It's lamentable that our clan was oppressed into bowing before our enemies. What's more, these enemies are from a savage planet that we once conquered, massacred, and nearly wiped out. This is truly a profound humiliation!"

A clamor erupted everywhere, making tranquility impossible.

Although those who returned could not immediately rush back to their clans and had to follow orders, their reappearance greatly stirred their respective peoples, making them exceptionally active and eager.

The universe was now abuzz with heated discussions. Reactions varied wildly: some were exhilarated, others terrified, some danced with joy, while others trembled in fear.

Everyone knew that a major event was about to unfold, as the news revealed by the returning ancestors to their clans via their light-brains was too terrifying: people from the Yang Realm had arrived, and even the Chaotic Universe was no match for them, let alone the Yin Realm.

What's more, they subtly hinted that both the Manifestation-level powerhouses of this universe and the deities of the Chaotic Universe had been exploited, with some even being brutally sacrificed, meeting a tragic end.

In such a monumental situation, with beings from the Yang Realm descending, who could possibly resist?

What was to be done? Many major clans were consumed by worry, fearing a bloodbath and the same fate as the Great Dream Pure Land. They now knew that the people from the Yang Realm were seeking out exceptionally ancient breathing techniques.

"Methods lost in the Yang Realm would not incur major karma. They preferred techniques that were extremely ancient and exceptionally powerful, such as the Great Dream Breathing Technique and the Nine Luminaries Breathing Technique."

When this news spread, even the most ancient orthodoxies were gripped by fear. Even the Buddhist and Daoist races felt a tremor of apprehension, terrified of being wiped out.

"Has Earth, this barbaric dwelling place, truly risen from the ashes and stirred once more? Go to hell!" On that very day, a returning saint erupted in fury, vowing to completely slaughter Earth and eradicate everything.

Many recognized that the newly risen Earth was likely doomed to terrible misfortune. Earth had very few saints, essentially only Uncle Ming. In contrast, the races Chu Feng had previously annihilated possessed numerous ancient ancestors with terrifyingly profound foundations.

This time, if these individuals returned from the Chaotic Universe, how could things possibly end well for Earth? Even if they had been subdued and enlisted as followers, their collective might would still be incredibly formidable.

If so many ancient saints were to collectively "whisper slander" and demand an assault on Earth, it was guaranteed that Earth would face an overwhelming defeat!

The starry sky was on the brink of utter chaos. Many clans feared extermination, though some remained relatively calm, having learned that their own people were no longer on the list of those targeted for conquest.

"The Earth lineage possesses the Pilfered Guidance Breathing Technique. No one has ever unearthed the ultimate potential of this technique; even its owners have yet to fully master it. It is exceptionally mysterious and worthy of study by the esteemed adults of the Yang Realm!"

To everyone's surprise, the Xilin Race was the first to step forward. They openly welcomed the arrival of various divine beings from the Yang Realm and offered to serve as guides in the search for renowned breathing techniques.

Furthermore, they prominently recommended the Earth lineage's breathing technique!

At this very moment, even though the Corpse Race, Heavenly God Race, Underworld Race, and Spirit Race were celebrating internally and seething with hatred for Chu Feng, they had yet to make any significant public moves.

Yet the Xilin Race dared to act, being the first to openly oppose Earth and volunteer to guide the destruction of what was, to them, also a former mother planet.

This caused an uproar, unsettling the entire star sea. Many mourned for Earth, believing that encountering such a cold-blooded and shameless Xilin Race meant the Earth lineage would likely meet a tragic end.

Saints from various races reported back that several groups from the Yang Realm seemed greatly surprised and were extremely interested in the Pilfered Guidance Breathing Technique.

Some people realized that Earth was doomed; singled out by the Yang Realm, what good outcome could possibly await it?

"The Xilin Race are nothing but wolf cubs, truly born with treacherous hearts! In ancient times, they defected during battle, delivering a fatal blow to their own kind. Now they're repeating the same act. We let them off the hook, yet they are the very first ones to endanger Earth's evolvers!"

In a remote galaxy, the Black Yak sighed, filled with extreme anger. He found the Xilin Race utterly repugnant and regretted not exterminating them last time.

"Chu Feng was too soft-hearted! He should have purged them completely, leaving no trace, not even sparing the blind little mice!" A great demon from Kunlun lamented.

"Forget it," the Old Donkey said. "It's simply human nature. Chu Feng was originally a modern city dweller. It's only been a few years since the spiritual energy revival and the cosmic changes. Asking him to kill a few people out of revenge is one thing, but asking him to suddenly devastate countless planets and cause widespread suffering? He simply couldn't do it. It's like you and me; back then, Old Black was just a black yak from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. If you suddenly asked him to slaughter billions of beings, could he do it? After all, he grew up eating grass." The Old Donkey added, "I couldn't do it either. I grew up in a scholarly family from the water towns of Jiangnan."

"Moo, what rubbish! You're just a donkey, and a 'scholarly family' one at that? You eat fodder too!" The Black Yak glared, indignant at the Old Donkey's slander, and retorted, "Speaking of which, Brother Tiger isn't a vegetarian."

"When I roamed Siberia and the Northeast, I only ate wild ginseng; I never killed a single living thing!" The Northeast Tiger boasted, shaking his large head.

"Rubbish! Every time you ate spirit medicine, you always had to have meat with it, or you couldn't stomach it!" Ouyang Feng scoffed.

The conversation managed to alleviate some of their worries, but a deep gloom still lingered in their hearts. The immense pressure was boundless, and Earth's situation was undeniably precarious and extremely grim.

By this point, the Heavenly God Race, Corpse Race, Underworld Race, Spirit Race, Machine Race, and others also began to issue stern declarations. All claimed to have been subjected to Chu Feng's bullying and harassment at their doorsteps, asserting that such humiliation was intolerable and he must be eliminated!

Furthermore, other orthodoxies that had never been on good terms with Earth also stepped forward, declaring their willingness to assist those clans if necessary.

All clans were awestruck, realizing the prevailing trend. With the arrival of the Yang Realm, Earth's supposed rise had become nothing more than a fleeting illusion. It was destined for annihilation; its prosperity was immediately followed by decline and bloodshed!

At this very moment, horrifying news returned from several galaxies: the Nine Luminaries Race had been annihilated, their breathing technique seized, and their entire lineage was slaughtered, with blood flowing like a river.

Soon after, more news arrived: the Undying Silkworm Race had disbanded, its disciples fleeing into the star sea, while simultaneously offering their clan's Undying Breathing Technique to the people of the Yang Realm.

Yet, they still incurred a brutal and devastating pursuit!

"The Undying Breathing Technique, once a supreme breathing method in the Yang Realm, its lineage was severed there. Naturally, it cannot be widely disseminated in the Yin Realm. Even if it's incomplete, you are not qualified to possess it!"

This was the incredibly domineering reason given by the people of the Yang Realm. The clan was subsequently pursued by a large golden dog and an ancient black *Huo* (a mythical beast), and their direct lineage was utterly slaughtered.

"Ah..." On that day, the Young Master of the Undying Silkworm Race went mad. Their princess, ranked among the top ten beauties of the starry sky, was also consumed by grief and indignation, swearing to avenge them.

The two of them miraculously survived, but their situation was worrisome.

Soon, people from the Yang Realm, affiliated with different Celestial Venerables, each dispatched their forces to Earth to retrieve the Pilfered Guidance Breathing Technique.

Across the universe, people everywhere sighed, concluding that the Earth lineage was indeed doomed.

"Hmm, the Pilfered Guidance Breathing Technique sounds very much like the legendary method. If it truly is, then it's enough to send ripples through the Yang Realm. This would be a monumental event, and we hope it brings us a pleasant surprise."

Several groups from the Yang Realm had briefly met each other.

"Heh, what an unexpected turn! We hope it truly is that method. Based on the descriptions, it's highly probable. Bringing it back for the Celestial Venerable to examine will naturally confirm its authenticity."

"However, it's reported that this method is in Chu Feng's possession. He might not be on Earth currently, so dispatching people there would be futile."

Consequently, the various forces from the Yang Realm swiftly issued new orders for their departing teams to pinpoint Chu Feng's exact location, ensuring no effort was wasted.

Concurrently, a message spread: the divine beings of the Yang Realm were eager to examine the Pilfered Guidance Breathing Technique, and whoever could deliver it would receive a substantial reward!

Their attention to this method surpassed all others.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...* Streaks of light flashed across the star sea, crisscrossing various regions, as many saints were mobilized to search for Chu Feng's whereabouts.

Indeed, Chu Feng had already left Earth, taking Yaoyao's grandfather with him. He had a premonition that leaving him behind could lead to serious trouble. Carrying the ancient coffin, he plunged into the depths of the star sea, hoping to secure his grandfather in a hidden location.

For a time, the cosmic star sea was in chaos, and forces from all sides were searching for Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng, come out! Otherwise, everyone connected to you will be wiped out, not a single one will be left, and you will regret it!" threatened an ancient saint who had returned from the Xilin Race.

In the end, besides the forces dispatched by the Yang Realm, there were also people from some clans in the Yin Realm.

The Black Yak, Ouyang Feng, Yellow Ox, and others were both shocked and enraged. They observed how truly ugly human nature could be, as some major powers, eager to curry favor with the Yang Realm, actively joined the hunting parties to encircle and suppress Chu Feng.

It was worth noting that not long ago, these same forces had been exceptionally deferential, dispatching important delegations that traveled almost like pilgrims to Kunlun Mountain on Earth. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they had completely changed their tune.

The Black Yak, Yellow Ox, and the others were deeply worried about Chu Feng. They traveled on Young Lady Xi's flying saucer, moving through various galaxies to gather information, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.

"Listen, everyone," Ouyang Feng called out across the starry sky, "those allies controlled by the Yang Realm are one thing, but why are you unrelated parties getting involved? Is insisting on hunting Chu Feng just a way to curry favor? Be careful, you might meet a tragic end!"

"Hmm, if you understand Chu Feng, you should know that he has always turned dead ends into opportunities, making the impossible possible," the Northeast Tiger, Mastiff King, and a group of other powerful Kunlun demons declared indignantly, their tempers flaring. "Those who rush to curry favor so early should beware of being held accountable and dying miserably!"

They were indeed furious; the rapid change of face by those who had only recently come to Kunlun on Earth as if on a pilgrimage was truly revolting.

Simultaneously, the Black Yak and Yellow Ox were secretly contacting the Demon Race, the Asian Immortal Race, and other groups, asking them to convey to the saints returning from the Chaotic Universe to show leniency when ordered to hunt Chu Feng.

However, the feedback from the Asian Immortal Race made Yellow Ox and others' faces extremely grim.

The three ancient saints of the Asian Immortal Race, who had remained in this universe, responded coldly, flatly refusing and clearly distancing themselves from Earth.

"Damn!" Ouyang Feng exploded.

The Black Yak, however, tried to keep his tone gentle: "Although Earth's situation is precarious right now, we haven't asked for your assistance. We merely made a private request for you to show some leniency. Is it necessary to go to such extremes? Furthermore, wasn't the Asian Immortal Race keen on forming a marital alliance with Earth?"

However, he was reprimanded and refused again.

All at once, a fierce storm descended. No one could discern a way out for Earth, nor could they see any hope for Chu Feng's survival; annihilation seemed inevitable.

At this juncture, over a dozen more particularly ancient clans in the Yin Realm were annihilated, their unique breathing techniques seized by the people of the Yang Realm.

"This graveyard isn't entirely useless," a woman from the Yang Realm smiled, casually riding on an ancient *Huo* (a mythical beast) with glossy black fur, utterly unconcerned by the annihilation of over a dozen clans. "When ancient Celestial Venerables were buried here, they also left behind some terrifying, incomplete breathing techniques. It's like finding lost treasures in a cemetery—quite a substantial haul."