Chapter 925: Yang Realm Celestial Venerable's Yearned-for Object

A gold coin was tossed high into the air, spinning with a faint tremor as it passed through wisps of chaotic mist, then began its descent. Heads and tails represented life and death, respectively.

This scene unfolded at the edge of the chaotic region, aboard a vermillion ship. A few individuals calmly threw a gold coin, using its fall to determine the life or death of certain people and orthodoxies within the netherworld universe. While the deaths of Yuan Chen, Qi Xia, and others were unexpected, they were ultimately dismissed as insignificant. The passing of a few individuals was considered normal. However, they felt it was necessary to demonstrate their resolve.

A white shadow flashed, and another person appeared on the ship, gracefully reaching out to catch the falling gold coin with an air of composure. This was a young man in a plain white battle robe, not conventionally handsome, but possessing a refined demeanor and extraordinary self-confidence. He smiled and said, "Life and death are all in my hands."

At the same time, the massive silhouette of another ship emerged from the chaos, bringing more arrivals. It was a grand vessel from the Yang Realm, radiating intense heat into this Yin Realm. The dark ship held few people, but each was extraordinary. An ancient Celestial Dog, incredibly aged, sat cross-legged like a human, quietly sipping tea. An old crow perched on the ship's railing, its crimson eyes glowing with an ominous light, equally ancient, with most of its feathers having fallen out. There was also an even more ancient weasel, its fur slightly whitened, sitting hunched over and staring at a tortoise shell on a table, studying a divination.

The individuals on the vermillion ship rose to greet these three elders, for they were all of significant origin and immense power. The old Celestial Dog came from the lineage of Grandmaster Taiwu. Though an old servant, it could contend against god-level experts in the chaotic universe, its cultivation unfathomably profound. It was not yet a true god, but its cultivation dated back an exceptionally long time, making its profound power astonishing. Coupled with auxiliary heavy artifacts from the Yang Realm, it could traverse this world as a demi-god. The old crow was similar, its power comparable. With these two masters present, their actions were worry-free.

Only the weasel was more peculiar; its fur was nearly bald. Although ancient, its power was not unfathomably profound due to long evolution; it had barely entered the Reflection Level. However, no one dared to underestimate it; even the old Celestial Dog and the old crow treated it with great respect and were responsible for its protection.

"Greetings, Diviner Huang!" All the young figures on the vermillion ship rose; no one dared to be insolent. This was because the elders of various sects in the Yang Realm had instructed them that this was a highly skilled individual, personally sought out by Heavenly Venerate Hun Yi's fifth disciple. Moreover, the descendants of Heavenly Venerates Luan Yu and Taiwu had also invited this old weasel.

"Pfft!" The old weasel coughed blood, dropped the tortoise shell on the tea table, closed its eyes, and leaned back in the rattan chair, its chest heaving violently. It sighed softly, "I'm old and my energy is failing. Just one divination consumed so much of my spiritual energy."

Everyone present showed profound respect and was greatly moved. They admired him deeply, knowing that the old weasel was divining the whereabouts of an artifact of immense significance—something even Heavenly Venerates coveted and great powers in the Yang Realm desired. Few dared to dabble in such matters. In the field of divination, the greatest fear was leaking heavenly secrets, triggering taboos, which could easily cost one's life. With an artifact of that caliber, what other diviner would dare to divine its fate? It would be fatal!

"I believe the rumors are not false; some things are indeed in this universe," the old weasel said calmly, leaning back. Everyone was shaken, surprised, and incredibly delighted, secretly thinking that Diviner Huang was indeed extraordinarily powerful to be able to divine such things. The fact that it was truly in this universe immediately ignited a fervent hope in their hearts.

"It's too difficult. I only sense it but cannot pinpoint its coordinates, nor can I even find its general direction for now," the old weasel sighed, its two long, yellow-white eyebrows trembling slightly. "Isn't the most ancient artifact towering and boundless? The target should be very large. When the time comes, we can illuminate it with a Sky-Penetrating Mirror; perhaps we can find it directly," someone said. Just now, the old weasel confirmed that this artifact should be in the netherworld. The others nodded. Legend had it that the artifact was majestic and grand, its power encompassing all directions.

"Did a supreme figure truly rise rapidly because of it back then?" someone muttered softly, speaking of that most ancient legendary artifact. The old weasel nodded, revealing some secrets, as these junior disciples could not access this level of information. "Yes, someone saw it back then. It was a colossal wall, spanning heaven and earth. Looking up, the wall was covered with marks—ultimate topographical maps. Some were later copied for the most powerful field researchers in the Yang Realm, making them feel afraid. Those topographies contained ultimate profoundness, unfathomable." Most crucially, the person who discovered the gigantic wall also saw some glowing symbols on it, containing deep meaning.

"It's a pity. That ancient existence rose through it, evolving towards an ultimate body, but ultimately fell on the path. We don't know what it evolved into, but by calculating the end of its decline, it should have died." Even so, the information leaked by that fallen semi-ultimate body still made people envious and covetous of this wall. If it were just one instance, it might be dismissed, but later, others also saw that massive wall and began evolving towards an ultimate body, guarding the wall for many years. Unfortunately, they too fell on the path of evolution.

Later, a major upheaval occurred in the Yang Realm. It is rumored that the wall was forced into the Sea of Chaos, entering the netherworld universe. "The most peculiar thing is that everyone who stood before that wall could not perceive its full appearance; they could only explore it inch by inch." The old weasel said this, leaving everyone present wide-eyed. A wall as vast as Sumeru?

"Is this artifact merely the most ancient, with no one knowing its era of origin, while the other few might be even more precious?" someone asked. The old weasel nodded and said, "Yes, although it can allow someone to rise and advance towards a semi-ultimate evolutionary body, it isn't unique in the world. After all, the top-ranked breathing techniques in our Yang Realm can achieve the same results if practiced diligently." The others nodded. Speaking of supreme treasures, the top-ranked transcendent clans in the Yang Realm possess their own sect-protecting treasures that can likewise awe the heavens and suppress the Yang Realm, being stronger, not weaker, than that wall. Most critically, these supreme treasures of these clans have never been lost; they have always been controlled by those few clans, operating as smoothly as an extension of their own arm. Rumor has it that they are all supreme artifacts cultivated from the chaos, far surpassing even mature innate gourds from the Sea of Chaos.

"Are the lost artifacts all in this universe?" Even the old Celestial Dog bowed respectfully, inquiring of Diviner Huang. "One or two are here; I have a vague feeling," the old weasel responded. Furthermore, it briefly explained the origin: in that very ancient era, a great turmoil occurred in the Yang Realm. Great powers who had vanished for countless eras suddenly reappeared and engaged in fierce battles for unknown reasons. Moreover, some forbidden areas became unstable, from which not only some talismans but also other things emerged, even living beings, leading to grave consequences. Great powers in the Yang Realm battled, blood flowing like rivers. That battle affected all realms. Several prominent figures in the Yang Realm were mortally wounded, taking their treasures with them to choose their burial grounds, and some thus entered the netherworld universe. This was the basis for some Heavenly Venerates' speculation that supreme treasures of the Yang Realm might have been lost in the netherworld.

"That era was so glorious, yet so terrifying," the old weasel sighed, recalling how gods wailed in that single battle. He shook his head again. Only one or two supreme treasures of the Yang Realm were here; others were lost in unknown places, their reappearance uncertain.

"Before that, let's deal with some of the more irritating nether-spirits in this universe," the old crow spoke. It was an old servant from Heavenly Venerate Luan Yu's lineage. It had already received news of the deaths of Qi Xia and other disciples of its sect. It felt it was necessary to conduct a purge. How could the junior disciples of a Yang Realm Heavenly Venerate be allowed to be killed by nether-spirits? "Yes, although the talents of a few junior brothers are not astounding, having entered the gates of our sect, they are ultimately not to be insulted," the white-clad young man nodded. The disciples from the four sects who had arrived earlier and were responsible for monitoring the great abyss on the vermillion ship also nodded, advocating for action to first cleanse the nether-spirits.

"Indeed, most critically, the Robbing and Guiding Breathing Technique unexpectedly appeared. This is a momentous event that has shaken the Yang Realm, an unexpected surprise found on that nether-spirit named Chu Feng." Everyone present unanimously requested that Diviner Huang divine Chu Feng's whereabouts and find him immediately.

Deep in the universe, Chu Feng felt very weary, not physically exhausted, but his heart was tired. Qin Luoyin's death had disheartened him, and he still hadn't figured out how to revive her. He visited his parents, then Chu Wuhen, and then set off again. "Let's separate. I want some quiet time," Chu Feng said to Black Ox, Yellow Ox, and the others. "Are you afraid of danger implicating us?" Young Lady Xi glanced at him sideways, very keenly. "Yes, I don't have a solid plan. For safety, let's separate and hide in different star systems. More people from the Yang Realm will likely come," Chu Feng said. At the very least, his brothers weren't present when he killed the Yang Realm people, and he didn't want to involve them. "What are you talking about? How can we retreat?" Black Ox pounded the table. Chu Feng shook his head. Even if they wanted to help with this matter, they couldn't. If more people from the Yang Realm appeared, they would surely come in full force, with great certainty of success. The strange substance had already been exposed. The opponents would certainly be prepared, and he didn't know what he would use to fight back next time. Despite the group's arguments, Chu Feng did not agree and decisively left, setting off alone.

"Chu Feng, I want to talk to you." Unexpectedly, Ying Wudi contacted Chu Feng via light brain. This time, he wasn't scowling but flushing, his expression very unnatural. He spoke with effort, "My sister has been clamoring to save you, but she's been confined by three saints in our clan. My elder sister, Ying Zhexian, has been in secluded cultivation for a long time; she doesn't know about this matter."

"Is the Immortal Race afraid I'll attack them?" Chu Feng asked calmly. In a single day, he had annihilated Xilin, slaughtered Heavenly Gods, and eliminated the Corpse Race, naturally causing immense shock. The three saints of the Immortal Race were terrified, still pale as snow. "Yes," Ying Wudi sighed. Although he used to always scowl at Chu Feng, he also disliked the conduct of those three old men in his clan. "Tell those three old monsters in the Immortal Race's Saint Hall that I want to take a look at the Immortal Race's breathing technique," Chu Feng said calmly. Ying Wudi turned away from the light brain; this matter was impossible to discuss. However, after thinking it over, he still honestly informed the three saints of his clan, thinking they would likely refuse.

Chu Feng found a tranquil asteroid and landed. He looked at Qin Luoyin, feeling deeply saddened. Finally, he used the Soul Bell to stabilize her dim, lifeless soul-light and put it into the stone box. Then, he once again began to study the stone box. He felt that this object contained extraordinary secrets, and after thoroughly researching it, he might be able to use it to protect Qin Luoyin, pass through the grinding stone of the City of Light and Death, and find the clay idol at the end of the reincarnation path. One side of the stone box was slightly translucent, displaying an intricate and unfathomable map of endless mountains and rivers—the most terrifying ultimate topographies in the field of domains. Previously, the stone box was rough, with only faint patterns, but after his last trip to purgatory, it had undergone some changes. When Chu Feng injected energy into the stone box, one side could maintain a slight glow for a short time.

At the edge of the universe, the old weasel, who was divining, suddenly spat out light golden blood, coughing repeatedly. "Senior, what's wrong with you?!" The people around were greatly alarmed, seeing that its eyes were bleeding, indicating a very serious condition. Was it not just divining the whereabouts of a nether-spirit? Why such a severe reaction? "Squeak, squeak..." The old weasel actually made such a sound.