Chapter 933: In the Face of Absolute Strength

The little boy’s voice was soft, happy, and proud. He was small, only three or four years old, and did not know that in that dazzling light, Thor had died. This was the last time he would see his grandfather.

He was too young to understand.

His sister and parents, tears continuously streaming down their faces, eventually knelt on the ground.

The great battle had ended. All the demigods from the Yang Realm were dead, and not a single Reflection-level evolver was to be seen; only the Old Weasel survived, escaping into the chaos.

The universe was silent. Everyone witnessed the final brilliance, which then faded back into darkness. Although the Yang Realm invaders had been slain, the Underworld Universe had paid an immense price. Thor, Heavenly Blade, Other Shore Flower, and Zhan Kong—luminaries who had illuminated an era—had all perished. Not one survived.

For a long time, blood rain continued to fall in ancestral lands across the universe, landing on the altars of Thor, Heavenly Blade, and others, which had long been removed.

Everyone had thought they passed away many years ago, but only when they reappeared today did people realize they had always been there. Now, however, they were truly dead, fallen in battle at the edge of the universe.

The current universe was oppressive and somber. People were unwilling to speak, their hearts heavy with the sight of such tragedy and final heroism.

It was finally over. This battle had concluded, but some individuals would never reappear, their bodies and soul-lights incinerated, unafraid of eternal oblivion, dying in this final conflict.

What about the gray substance?

Like everyone else, Chu Feng’s eyes stung, and he felt sorrow. Zhan Kong, Heavenly Blade, Thor, and the others were unyielding, their deaths deeply unsettling.

However, he was also focusing on something else: where had the gray mist gone? During the earlier explosion, he had been watching it closely, witnessing its terrifying power. Even demigods who came into contact with it screamed horribly, dying gruesome deaths.

How could it vanish in an instant? There had been so much of it, incredibly dense. Just moments ago, it was like a stampede of beasts, with chilling roars, yet now it was all gone.

He realized a major problem had occurred. If his guess was not wrong, the strange substance had indeed gained sentience. It had been refined from hundreds of deities, and now it had likely entered the chaos, attempting to cross it.

Where did it want to go? Chu Feng’s brows furrowed deeply. Then, his heart jolted: could the strange substance be heading to the Yang Realm?

Chu Feng’s heart pounded. There was now a small path connecting the Yang Realm and the chaotic universe, ensuring the descent of Yang Realm forces. If the strange substance were to travel backward along that path, its ambition would be truly vast, and its purpose quite terrifying!

He always felt uneasy about this gray mist. It was too sinister, always devouring the flesh and soul-light of powerful experts. This was clearly how it strengthened itself!

“I hope it went to the Yang Realm, otherwise, the Underworld might not survive its rampage!”

In fact, Chu Feng hoped it was just ordinary gray matter, fearsome to behold, but easily diluted and rendered negligible if dispersed across the vast starry sky.

However, it had gained sentience!

At the edge of the universe, fragments of the shattered great ship remained, along with blood-stained, broken weapons. Sadly, all soul-lights had been incinerated, making rebirth from a drop of blood impossible.

Fragments of Heavenly Blade, pieces of Thor’s divine hammer... all testified to the tragic ferocity of the recent battle.

Suddenly, in the chaotic mist, a metal deck from the exploded warship moved, then was pushed aside. A middle-aged man, with only half his body remaining, crawled out, blood foam at his mouth and nose. His face was grim, filled with anger and the lingering fear of having barely escaped death. His gaze was cold and eerie as he stared fixedly at the Underworld Universe!

“What? Someone survived? How is that possible?!”

The people of the Underworld Universe were shocked, then a clamor erupted.

Thor, Heavenly Blade, Other Shore Flower, Zhan Kong, and the others had sacrificed their lives, all fallen in battle, yet they hadn't managed to exterminate all the Yang Realm invaders? Was a powerful expert still alive?

“I’m alive, but not for long. I’ll go to your Underworld and kill to my heart’s content! Who can stop me now?!”

The man said menacingly. He couldn’t recover immediately, remaining a half-body, continuously bleeding. His face was slightly grayish, entangled by a thin wisp of the strange substance; he knew he was doomed.

He was not a demigod, but an evolver in the early Reflection stage.

Not long ago, he thought he was dead, but for some unknown reason, when the Old Weasel was enveloped by a light and rushed into the chaos, he was also pulled out of the great ship, miraculously surviving.

The evolvers of various races in the Underworld Universe shivered at his venomous voice, sensing imminent disaster.

“I’m leaving now for a great cleansing!” he roared furiously. Nearing death, he was maddened. In truth, he didn’t want to die, but tangled by the strange substance, he had no chance whatsoever.

*Crack!*

Suddenly, the void tore open. Several figures burst out, throwing glowing purple artifacts at him, then frantically fled back into the wormhole.

*Boom!*

This Reflection-level evolver, entangled by a wisp of strange substance, was extremely weak, with severely delayed reactions and movements. He couldn't dodge and was hit directly.

Dazzling light, deafening sound—the universe was torn apart!

These were three Reflection-level purple crystal sky-thunders, all striking him, instantly killing him!

In normal times, for a Reflection-level evolver, this would be no threat at all. How could people of a different power level threaten them, just as Chu Feng, even with the green gourd, found it difficult to kill Old Heavenly Dog and others?

But now, this Reflection-level master couldn’t dodge and was obliterated!

The main reason was that his soul-light was ensnared by the gray substance!

The entire universe fell silent. This was a sudden reversal, stunning everyone. No one had expected such a turn of events.

They had thought the Underworld Universe was about to face a great catastrophe, a bloodbath, as all top figures had fallen, and no one remained to resist. Who could have foreseen that this villain would be instantly killed!

“Haha... Excellent! This is retribution! A fish that slipped through the net, priding himself on his profound power, and what happened? That’s what you get for showing off—struck dead the moment you surfaced!”

“Good riddance! So frustrating for you—you barely finished your threats, and we sent you on your way to meet your ancestors!”

Cheers erupted across the Underworld Universe. People felt immense relief, letting out a pent-up sigh. Even the tragic atmosphere from the earlier heroic deaths of the powerful experts was somewhat alleviated.

However, a sigh resonated, shaking the star sea and causing the chaos to split open automatically, revealing a clear expanse.

In that chaos, an old man appeared, seated on a lotus platform. His white eyebrows were very long, over a foot in length, drooping down. His hair was sparse, with only a few strands, making him almost bald.

Beside him were several other people, young men and women, and middle-aged individuals, all looking energetic.

Furthermore, the Old Weasel was also seated on a meditation cushion next to him. Despite having escaped with its life, the Yellow Divine Master still looked flustered and very uncomfortable.

Earlier, when the Yellow Divine Master fled, apart from the protection of divine talismans, the main reason was the intervention of this old man seated on the lotus platform!

At this moment, the evolvers of all races in the Underworld Universe fell silent. No one celebrated anymore. Silence descended instantly, and a heavy gloom settled over people’s hearts, turning into complete despair!

How was this possible? Someone else in the chaos? And this old man with foot-long eyebrows and almost no hair was clearly no ordinary evolver—too composed!

“My apologies for alarming the Yellow Divine Master,” the white-browed old man said, comforting the Old Weasel.

“Thank you, Divine Lord Xu Hong, for saving me,” the Old Weasel replied, expressing deep gratitude. Otherwise, it would have surely met a grim fate.

As these words spread, people across the Underworld Universe felt as if plunged into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. What had they heard? This was a god!

Xu Hong, a divine-level master from the Yang Realm—who could oppose him?

According to the Yang Realm’s understanding, under normal circumstances, cultivators from this universe could not contend with Yang Realm evolvers unless they were one major realm higher.

Thor, Heavenly Blade, and Other Shore Flower were strong, but they were exceptions. Otherwise, how could Old Heavenly Dog, Black Crow, and others have killed so many Reflection-level masters in the chaotic universe?

Now, a god had arrived. How could they possibly resist? People’s hearts turned to ashes; they simply had no strength to resist.

Xu Hong sat unmoving on the lotus platform, like a mountain. He did not enter the Underworld Universe and suppressed his energy, daring not to release divine-level energy fluctuations, as previous experiments showed that the Great Abyss would swallow divine-level energy.

Steady as a rock, he sighed again, saying, “I thought one or two more Reflection-level yin spirits would emerge.”

At this moment, people were horrified, realizing something profound!

The Yang Realm Reflection-level master, who was left with only half a body, was saved by Xu Hong, deliberately left behind to pressure the Underworld Universe, hoping to draw out the final big fish.

As a result, only a few renowned elders arrived, all at the Saint realm, throwing Reflection-level purple crystal sky-thunders.

At this point, the void rumbled. Only then did people notice that a distant space was confined by laws, the very coordinate where the several elders had opened their wormhole.

*Crack!*

The space there split open, and several old men tumbled out. They... hadn’t managed to escape, having been held captive there, and were now released!

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!*

These individuals flew backward, rushing into the chaos, where the divine Lord Xu Hong used a mysterious divine ability to bring them before him. He looked them over repeatedly, saying, “You are all spirited individuals, fearless of death, daring to attack a Reflection-level evolver with your humble bodies. You are worthy of respect. I will grant you a quick end. Go on your way.”

His eyes flashed like sharp swords, piercing through these individuals, not only revealing the secrets within their soul-lights but also slaying them, turning them all into dust!

The revered elders of the Underworld Universe were all Saints, but before such a Yang Realm figure, they were agonizingly fragile. A mere flash of his gaze obliterated their forms and spirits!

In the face of absolute power, all struggles were humble, futile, and powerless.

The people of the Underworld completely lost hope. They never expected that even a divine-level figure from the Yang Realm had appeared, simply seated in the chaos. There would be no suspense remaining.

Reflecting on it, people could only sigh. Even the chaotic universe, which had deities, was suppressed. How could the Yang Realm evolvers appearing not include experts of this level?

At this moment, even Chu Feng felt a sense of powerlessness, standing there silently, motionless.

“Ultimately, a ship full of people died too suddenly, accompanied by the strange substance. Even I couldn’t save them in time, nor could I fully engage with the great ship,” Xu Hong said.

Then, he looked up, dispelling that trace of regret.

“Chu Feng, come over. I will not take your life. I only want one item in your possession.”

Xu Hong, seated on the lotus platform, his snow-white eyebrows trembling slightly, spoke so calmly. His eyes were profound, as if trying to see through the starry sky of the Underworld Universe.

Chu Feng remained silent, offering no response.

At this point, chaotic mist swirled again, making the old man on the lotus platform somewhat indistinct. His bald head glowed brightly as he sat there motionlessly.

Beside him, among the standing men and women, one young man spoke, his voice calm, his face indifferent, saying, “Chu Feng, I was entrusted by my junior sister, Lin Nuoyi. When I first saw you, I was supposed to guide you, to bring you into the path. But now I understand that you killed the Great Heavenly Dog and ambushed disciples of the four sects, repeatedly provoking the Yang Realm. I am now powerless; your sins are unforgivable.”

Chu Feng’s heart stirred at the mention of Lin Nuoyi, and many thoughts flooded his mind. She had disappeared without a trace after leaving Mount Lao; he never imagined she would be connected to the Yang Realm!

However, he quickly calmed down again, looking at the indifferent-faced man and sensing a strange implication. It was as if he was being offered charity, as if they were going to aid a poor relative from the Underworld out of consideration for Lin Nuoyi... but then decided against it.

“Chu Feng, since Divine Lord Xu Hong is here and has already granted you clemency from the death penalty, you should come over quickly. Don’t cause your own ruin,” the indifferent young man spoke again.

“Come, Chu Feng, let’s talk. I promised not to kill you, and I will keep my word,” Xu Hong said, his expression gentle.

At this moment, a young woman also spoke, saying, “In the face of absolute power, all sorrow, grief, or impractical strategies and hopes appear utterly ridiculous. Chu Feng, and everyone in the Underworld, you should be more compliant, more practical, and understand cooperation. This is the best choice!”