Chapter 934: Black Age

The young woman's words were calm, yet filled with contempt, condescension, and intimidation. This angered the cultivators of the Netherworld cosmos, but what could anyone say?

The situation was overwhelming; this realm was in a precarious state, indeed no match for those from the Yang-realm. It left people feeling powerless, even despairing.

Chu Feng remained silent, looking up at the cold, extremely dark starry sky, where only a few dim stars could be seen.

"No need to rush, I'll give you time to consider," Xu Hong said, a gentle smile on his face. He sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, his foot-long white brows hanging down, his entire demeanor calm and peaceful.

Although he appeared amiable and smiled, no one believed he was benevolent; if he didn't receive a satisfactory answer, he would undoubtedly act.

Just moments before, several venerable Saint-level masters had been instantly annihilated by his gaze, while he was still smiling.

After a brief silence in the depths of the starry sea, people speculated on how Chu Feng would choose. There truly seemed to be no hope, no way out.

Chu Feng was like a solitary rock in hell; a step forward was an abyss, and a step back was also an abyss, with waves of lava faintly visible.

A god had arrived; who could possibly contend?

At this moment, any cultivator considering Chu Feng's position felt that the entire sky was devoid of light, life was so bleak, and there was a suffocating and despairing sense of oppression.

On a small asteroid in a remote galaxy, the Big Black Ox, Yellow Ox, Old Donkey, and others, who had previously scattered, reconvened. All were worried about Chu Feng.

They were anxious: Was there truly no hope at all?

"Perhaps, only if the one from the Great Abyss acts will there be a glimmer of hope," remarked Young Lady Xi. This was the only person they could think of after their discussion.

Heavenly Blade had shattered, and Thunder Lord's blood had splattered across the stars. These powerful figures were dead; the entire Netherworld cosmos was now without masters.

Moreover, even if those outstanding individuals were resurrected, they would still not be a match for a god.

The Big Black Ox frowned, finding it difficult. He said, "The one in the Great Abyss... is it Princess Yaoyao? According to Chu Feng, her eyes are vacant and unfocused, as if she's roaming the Great Abyss purely by instinct. It's very hard to truly summon her."

Furthermore, they believed that even if that woman was Yaoyao's ancient physical body, her physique might be very strong, but her spiritual will had not reached the god-level.

Meanwhile, a true god-level master had arrived from the Yang-realm.

At this point, the Old Donkey was complaining, indignant that some people from the Yang-realm possessed "Substitute Death Talismans."

The Big Black Ox, Young Lady Xi, Yellow Ox, and others ignored him.

Ouyang Feng squinted at the Old Donkey and said, "You claim to be from a scholarly family, yet you're complaining about something even ordinary people can figure out. It's obvious."

Even Heavenly Venerates themselves were wary and unwilling to descend into the Netherworld cosmos. Naturally, they would provide pathfinders with Substitute Death Talismans to ensure their survival; otherwise, who would willingly risk their lives wholeheartedly?

However, Substitute Death Talismans were too precious to be granted to everyone.

Yellow Ox spoke, "Back then, the Great Abyss absorbed even Heavenly Venerate edicts. This was a deterrent to the Yang-realm people; their top experts didn't dare to cross over. I see that god is also very cautious, not daring to leave the chaos."

They believed that only the Great Abyss could save Chu Feng now, as it contained an immeasurable energy source.

However, no one could awaken everything there; how could it be activated and stimulated?

Time was short. They engaged in a swift and urgent discussion but found no effective solutions. Finally, Young Lady Xi stepped forward and said, "It seems I need to go there myself and try to stop this."

At the same time, she bid farewell to them. She was originally destined to return to the Yang-realm.

If she rushed over now, those people would likely not dare to harm her, but they might disregard her pleas and forcibly take her back to the Yang-realm, delivering her to her family to forge good relations with her lineage.

Young Lady Xi's family had a very significant background in the Yang-realm!

However, events unfolded beyond everyone's expectations, changing too rapidly.

In the chaos, mist churned, and another vermilion ancient ship appeared, adhering to a Heavenly Venerate's decree, approaching the Netherworld realm.

On this not-so-large ancient ship stood a person who appeared relatively young but was incredibly composed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he was enveloped by a divine halo, appearing exceptionally majestic.

No matter how one looked at him, he didn't resemble a youth; he was too still, unmoving like a mountain, not even a single strand of hair stirring, like a stone sculpture or a divine idol.

"Senior Brother Jiang Zhou, you've come as well," Xu Hong said, his long white brows slightly raised, as he greeted the seemingly young man on the approaching vermilion ancient ship. It was startling; this was a powerful figure whom even he addressed as Senior Brother, undoubtedly a god-level entity!

Another unshakeable super-master had arrived, completely disheartening the various factions of the Netherworld. They no longer yearned for miracles; what was left to fight for?

"Xu Hong, a century unseen, your demeanor remains," said Jiang Zhou, who had a youthful appearance, from the vermilion ancient ship. They did not belong to the same Heavenly Venerate's lineage.

Their current address as "senior brother" and "junior brother" was merely a courtesy.

Only then did people notice that beside Jiang Zhou sat an old man on a meditation cushion, his hair white, utterly serene, with his eyes closed.

Around this old man were many turtle shells, suggesting he had recently performed some divination.

On this side, the Old Weasel instantly perceived that this was a master in the field of divination, at least a Divine Master, surpassing him, not beneath him.

"A Heavenly Venerate's 'Dao Body' has descended, not allowing us to compromise with the nether spirits," Jiang Zhou spoke again, delivering this explosive news.

Let alone the people of the Netherworld cosmos, even Xu Hong from the Yang-realm was shocked, then trembled.

As for the Netherworld, while the cultivators of various races were shocked, their souls also quivered, chilling them from head to toe. This surpassed all imagination!

A Heavenly Venerate had arrived? The Netherworld had no concept of how powerful cultivators of this rank truly were, only knowing that in the Yang-realm, they were beings who overlooked all other masters, hailed as patriarchs of their respective factions!

"Is it... Heavenly Venerate Taiwu's 'Dao Body'?" Xu Hong asked, his voice trembling.

Jiang Zhou nodded, informing him that this was a Dao Body integrated with innate divine artifacts, and it had already arrived in the chaotic cosmos, awaiting the outcome.

Both Xu Hong and the Old Weasel felt their scalps tingle. For such a foundational, patriarchal figure to personally move and descend directly was truly astonishing.

Although it was only an innate Dao Body and not his true self, this alone was enough to show that the Heavenly Venerate placed extraordinary importance on this matter, desiring a certain artifact from the Netherworld.

At the same time, these Yang-realm individuals realized that a bloody storm was likely to erupt in the Netherworld. Before Heavenly Venerate Taiwu rose to power, his Dao companion was killed by nether spirits, making him utterly despise them.

Indeed, Jiang Zhou spoke: "What 'not killing' and 'giving the Netherworld people time to consider'? That's meaningless. The Taiwu Heavenly Clan lineage will not give them a chance to bargain!"

As he spoke these words, his killing intent soared.

At this moment, Chu Feng's heart turned cold. He secretly contacted the Big Black Ox, Yellow Ox, and others, telling them not to devise any plans and to quickly disperse to avoid disaster.

Although he was angry, he had to admit that in the face of absolute power, everything now seemed so pale, so weak, utterly incapable of resistance.

"We'll scatter and protect ourselves, but you... hurry to the Great Abyss!" Yellow Ox suggested anxiously.

They wouldn't foolishly try to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm when knowing death was certain, but they were genuinely worried about Chu Feng now. This was a desperate situation; with a Heavenly Venerate's Dao Body descended from the Yang-realm, even the Great Abyss's revival might change nothing, right?

At the edge of chaos, Xu Hong secretly thought that as expected, the disciples of the Taiwu lineage would stir up a storm of blood and gore; this lineage was truly ruthless.

Jiang Zhou, though appearing young, was remarkably calm, unmoving as a bedrock. He spoke indifferently, "Xu Hong, why bother? I know you're not killing him now merely for prudence, wanting to first acquire the supreme treasure on him. He'll still be killed afterward. We are different; we're more direct. We act exactly as we think in our hearts."

Then, he declared openly to the Netherworld cosmos that he required all information about Chu Feng, as well as details about people and matters related to him.

This was a move to target Chu Feng, and also to compel some cultivators to defect.

Undoubtedly, Jiang Zhou had already known about Chu Feng. The powerful diviner he brought with him indicated he had come prepared.

The Netherworld fell silent; all races were awestruck. Everyone understood that a great upheaval had arrived. The Yang-realm forces were brimming with killing intent, and even a Heavenly Venerate had personally descended!

Even if the Heavenly Venerate only stayed in the chaotic cosmos and didn't fully descend, it still sufficiently conveyed his attitude. This was a supreme, terrifying upheaval!

After the silence, some people grew angry. The Yang-realm individuals were so reckless, it felt humiliating.

At the same time, others fell silent, feeling powerless. Some venerable masters even wept openly, feeling that this day was too dark, that no matter what they did or how hard they tried, they couldn't change the current situation.

"Thunder Lord, Heavenly Blade, Zhan Kong, oh..."

Some very ancient venerable masters, who had survived from antiquity, couldn't help but shed old tears, sobbing aloud. They felt pathetic, lamenting the deaths of Thunder Lord and Heavenly Blade. Even after the demise of those outstanding figures, nothing had changed.

The blood of those few had not yet dried; they had only just passed, yet the reality of the Netherworld cosmos became even more cruel. After several strong individuals bled across the stars, what was destined to come still came; the enemies remained, and they were even more formidable.

Some people looked up at the sky, feeling it was too bleak, as if the entire world and their entire lives were devoid of light.

However, among the countless cultivators, there were all kinds of people. Some were excited, trembling slightly, and certain clans even dispatched representatives to move out.

Soon, at the edge of the Netherworld cosmos, some individuals, cloaked in black and fully covered, went to meet the people from the Yang-realm and immediately presented various pieces of information.

"Understood," Jiang Zhou nodded.

Witnessing this scene, many throughout the cosmos felt a chill permeate their bodies.

Different people, different choices.

Many cultivators realized that Chu Feng's end might be tragic, forced to the very brink of despair.

"How pathetic! A dignified grand cosmos reduced to such a state, where just a few outsiders can suppress us to the point of suffocation, unable to raise our heads. What kind of era is this, what profound sorrow!"

"As for those who bowed their heads, those without backbone—I won't say you lack integrity, I just feel it's too desolate to be born in this era!"

Several venerable masters stepped forward, their voices trembling in the starry sea, all in great pain, yet unable to change anything.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou, with his powerful soul-light, saw through everything and understood all the information. Then he looked up and said, "Perhaps you are unconvinced, but this is reality. This is merely a small space, a pond; you cannot see the vaster world beyond."

Then, for the first time, he smiled, but his stark white teeth made him look somewhat intimidating. He said, "Chu Feng, your rise has been quite swift. Perhaps you see yourself as the chosen one of this starry sky, but honestly, while you're good in this little pond, compared to the prodigiously talented young people in the Yang-realm, you're still not enough. You're not worth our mercy or cultivation. These words might be harsh, but it's reality. The Heavenly Venerate instructed me to leave a few Netherworld seeds, but regrettably, you don't impress me. Leave the supreme treasure, and be on your way."

Just then, Young Lady Xi arrived. She spread her arms, fearlessly attempting to intervene!

"The Little Princess of the Zhou family!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, recognizing her instantly!

Young Lady Xi had been missing for a long time. The Zhou family in the Yang-realm was a colossal entity that had previously offered an exorbitant reward for her whereabouts.

Xu Hong, Jiang Zhou, and even the Old Weasel were all quite astonished, showing expressions of surprise. This was an unexpected boon; sending her back would undoubtedly yield a substantial reward.

Jiang Zhou calmly listened to Young Lady Xi's plea but quickly refused, saying, "Princess Xi, I will send you back to the Yang-realm. Do not get involved in matters here; they are far too complex."

As he spoke, he sealed Young Lady Xi and sent her into the ship's cabin.

Then, Jiang Zhou stepped out and looked at the old man sitting on the meditation cushion beside him. Showing respect, he whispered a few words, consulting him about something.

In an instant, Jiang Zhou looked up at the starry sea, because the old man had given him a coordinate.

"Chu Feng, I'll send you on your way!"

Jiang Zhou spoke calmly. A phantom image flew out from his body; he dared not send his true self, only dispatching an Imprint-level avatar into the Netherworld cosmos.

Then, with a boom in a certain part of the starry sea, a gigantic silver-white hand swept down, shrouding this expanse of stars and covering many planets below.

This was the terrifying individual from the Yang-realm, Jiang Zhou, acting with cold ruthlessness, aiming to kill Chu Feng.

In this starry sky, blood splattered!