Chapter 952: Choosing to Become a God

"Brothers, take care. We are going to reincarnate. In the next life, I, Old Ox, will strive to be a demon ox with ideals, morals, strength, and great fortune!"

"This journey to the Yang Realm, I, Old Donkey, truly intend to reincarnate into a scholarly family. Then, I won't just have beautiful companions for scholarly pursuits, but my writings will also be able to suppress all gods!"

They shouted from within the ancient Reincarnation Cave before they departed. Chu Feng understood they were intentionally trying to alleviate the sadness of their farewell.

A group of great demons roared as they left. His parents also softly called out, telling him to live well, not to burden himself, and not to carry too much. Qin Luoyin also looked back, and Yellow Ox nodded.

Exclamations from those individuals echoed from deep within the Reincarnation Cave, but they were already far away. They seemed to have discovered something, with both surprise and tension, a place filled with the unknown.

Chu Feng could no longer hear or see them, and he stood there in a daze for a long time.

He raised his head, looking at the clay figure seated on the high platform. It was motionless, covered in an extremely thick layer of dust, making it impossible to distinguish if it was male or female.

It wore ancient, old clothes; beneath the thick dust was a beast-skin robe, but its outline and style were now indiscernible. When Chu Feng had first seen through it with his Fiery Golden Eyes, it had been very dangerous.

At that time, when he did so, the stone box had glowed, seemingly blocking something. Chu Feng had suspected then that without the stone box, he might have died there.

This time, he did not act rashly.

However, his gaze wandered to the bracelet on the clay figure's wrist. It was made of ancient beast teeth and bone fragments strung together, its style extremely old, as if it carried all the imprints of the long river of time.

In the past, Chu Feng had believed it was made from the hardest bones and teeth of various Reflection-level beings. Now, it seemed he had greatly underestimated it.

This was primarily because, at that time, the strongest beings he knew were at the Reflection level; he had no idea there were gods, Heavenly Venerables, and others above them.

Now, it seemed the clay figure was unfathomable, its true level utterly immeasurable.

Chu Feng turned and left, not lingering.

He now also suspected that the clay figure might not actually be a living being. Who could sit there for hundreds of millions of years, enduring endless solitude and loneliness? It seemed unbearable.

Even an ant, if it constantly appeared and moved around a colossal dragon, the dragon wouldn't be able to remain completely unresponsive.

Perhaps it truly was just a statue?

Chu Feng vanished, holding the last corner of the black talisman paper, crossing the abyss, and moving against the path of reincarnation, quickly departing.

The more he understood and investigated this place, the more terrifying it became.

While in the exotic land, the old fox, who was about to turn completely to stone, had said that this place was unspeakable and unfathomable. Even Heavenly Venerables were tight-lipped about the path of reincarnation, unwilling to mention it, for the waters there were shockingly deep, possibly containing a terrifying scheme.

The petrified fox claimed to be a Heavenly Venerable, saying that even its master might not be qualified to enter the 'game,' indicating great uncertainty.

Using a corner of the talisman paper, Chu Feng flew along the path of reincarnation, spending over a day rushing back. Just before escaping the stone mill, a line of golden symbols rained down, almost immobilizing him.

Chu Feng vaguely heard a sharp, wretched scream from deep within his body, including his soul light.

His physical body and soul felt a terrifying pressure, nearly disintegrating, almost ground into mincemeat by the rough stone mill.

He immediately guessed that this was due to the strange substance within him. The stone mill was targeting this substance, intending to utterly grind it away.

But now, the gray mist had merged with Chu Feng, from his soul to his flesh. Unless he personally experienced reincarnation and destroyed his body in this life, it could not be eradicated.

The stone box glowed, blocking the radiance of the golden symbols and briefly resisting the rough stone mill. Chu Feng successfully escaped, returned to the dead city, and then rushed out again.

Chu Feng's expression was grave, and a shadow fell over his heart. This strange substance was truly terrifying; residing within him, it was definitely a major calamity.

He knew that his survival, and not being destroyed by the rough millstone, was entirely due to the stone box's protection.

"Something is different. The patterns on one of its sides show faintly discernible mountains and landscapes!" Chu Feng activated the stone box. One of its six faces became slightly translucent, revealing various topographical features that would be considered supreme secret lands to field researchers, enough to astound the world if revealed.

For example: the true Supreme Eight Trigrams Furnace terrain. This was not an artificially arranged area like that at Purple Gold Mountain, but rather something conceived by heaven and earth, naturally formed. An aura emanated from it; the closer he looked, the more he felt himself sinking into it.

Unbeknownst to him, Chu Feng found himself covered in a cold sweat.

This Supreme Eight Trigrams Furnace terrain, in addition to the expected immortal furnace and Eight Trigrams fire, surprisingly also contained things like the Plantain Fan, responsible for fanning the flames, and gourds floating nearby.

Of course, these were all mountain formations, but the field energy they manifested, when condensed, formed such a bizarre phenomenon. The earth veins were terrifying, far too extraordinary.

Besides these, there was also the Hundred Phoenixes Burning Heaven Diagram. The mountains and rivers were grand, geomagnetic energy steamed forth, transforming into a group of immortal birds, burning the Thirty-Three Heavens, and then dancing together, worshipping one direction.

The place being worshipped was blurred and shrouded in mist, now unclear to see. What kind of scene was that? It greatly shook Chu Feng.

Dozens of mountain formation diagrams—any one of them, if thoroughly studied, would be considered an ultimate diagram for field researchers, of immense significance!

"If I could construct even a fraction of the power of these terrains, wouldn't suppressing powerful experts be too simple?"

Of course, he also knew that even if he deciphered the mysteries and understood them, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures required would be immense, perhaps even various rare and precious treasures.

Otherwise, how could they suppress the world?

At the same time, Chu Feng's heart burned with excitement. These naturally formed terrains must contain unimaginable good fortune. If he could enter them, cultivate his body with the mountains and rivers, and practice with the treasures found within, he could naturally evolve rapidly in the shortest amount of time.

Where were these terrains located? Were they in the Yang Realm?

Chu Feng was lost in thought, looking more and more closely. Amidst these mountains and rivers, golden specks of light shimmered. With his Fiery Golden Eyes, he could discern them as symbols, one after another.

He had seen them before, but now they were a bit clearer!

He guessed that perhaps this was the most valuable thing!

Even the line of text on the rough stone mill in the Luminous Dead City was included within the symbols in the stone box, forming only a part of it.

Chu Feng studied it for a long time, finally feeling a bit suspicious.

"Each time it experiences the path of reincarnation, the stone box seems to revive a bit. Is this activated by being ground by the rough millstone, enduring pressure, or is there another reason?"

At the same time, he also thought of the Dao-Inducing Breathing Technique.

After leaving purgatory, to make one side of the stone box glow, he needed to activate this breathing technique; other methods were ineffective.

Could it be that the Dao-Inducing Breathing Technique was also related to the stone box?

Chu Feng activated it once more, then carefully observed the dozens of golden specks of light on it, trying to comprehend them with a serious and solemn expression. However, it was too difficult, profound, and abstruse.

Moreover, his eyes ached; even his Fiery Golden Eyes couldn't withstand it, feeling as if they were being burned and were about to be destroyed.

Chu Feng returned and sat on Kunlun for an entire day and night, commemorating everything of the past. From now on, he would embark on his journey without hesitation.

"What do you intend to do?" the Demon Cauldron asked him.

"First, I'll become a god, then I'll hunt gods!" Chu Feng replied.

The Ancestral Demon Cauldron was speechless, feeling that this goal was impossible to achieve.

This universe had an upper limit!

A day later, Chu Feng left, secretly traveling to various parts of the universe in search of something. However, he eventually returned to Kunlun Mountain with a deep frown.

He sat cross-legged there, quietly contemplating, clearly making a major decision.

In the early morning, he absorbed the morning glow, enhancing his physique and gradually evolving. He possessed three seeds and the stone box, but the highest limit of this universe was the Reflection level.

He had visited many places to observe terrains and search for exotic earth. The highest quality he found was dazzling multicolored exotic earth, which should allow him to reach the peak of the Saint Realm.

Even higher-grade exotic earth existed, but it was extremely difficult to find.

Furthermore, he was already at the Saint level. To become a Reflection-level expert, he not only needed the seeds in his hand to sprout and blossom, but also profound contemplation and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

At this level, even with exotic fruits, continuous evolution was not guaranteed for strength improvement. His soul light also needed to transform, requiring further enlightenment.

If he wanted to cultivate his body with mountain terrains to become a Reflection-level expert, it would also be difficult to achieve, as the Netherworld Universe lacked such creative earth veins.

"It's time to set off, then. Let's go crazy just this once!"

Chu Feng stood up in the morning glow, having made up his mind completely. If he wanted to become a god, there was only one path he could take!

The Ancestral Demon Cauldron was startled, sensing something terrifying and mad in the flickering light within Chu Feng's eyes, making it feel uneasy.

"What do you intend to do?"

"Fulfill a promise, go to the exotic land!" Chu Feng replied.

He had a promise to the Vermilion Bird Clan: to bring Little Red Bird over, to take it out of that terrifying land, a promise he hadn't yet fulfilled.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the exotic land to retrieve it, but after returning from there, the Ancestral Demon Cauldron was too weak to open the path again. By the time it had absorbed the essence of the mountains and rivers of the Heavenly God Star and Xilin Star, people from the Yang Realm had already arrived.

Under these circumstances, how could Chu Feng go? If he really brought Little Vermilion Bird over, it would be equivalent to subjecting it to a death calamity as well.

Now, the situation was somewhat stable, and he himself had made up his mind to scheme something there, to go crazy once, so he could no longer delay.

Calculating the time, several months had passed. One year in this world was a hundred years in that exotic land, meaning Little Vermilion Bird had aged several decades.

"You're going there to become a god? Are you mad?!" the Ancestral Demon Cauldron exclaimed. This was absolutely the most terrifying choice. What kind of place was that? The Demon Cauldron now knew for sure.

It had seen the horror of the strange substance in purgatory. Only that rough millstone could completely grind it away; otherwise, once contaminated, it would entangle one's entire life, until death.

It guessed that Chu Feng likely didn't intend to use the time difference for cultivation, but rather to evolve using the most drastic means. He was too eager to become stronger; he wanted to become a god in the shortest possible time!

"There's still enough time. The path opened by the Yang Realm can remain stable for over a year. As for those enemies, wait for my return!"

Chu Feng's voice was cold, and a chilling glint shone deep within his eyes.

The last time was too humiliating; everyone around him had died. Now, he was the only one left in this world; even his parents had died tragically, and all his relatives and friends had perished. How could he be reconciled?

Even if a few individuals hadn't met their end, their fates were unknown. Young Lady Xi had been captured, and Yao Yao had fallen into the great abyss; what would happen to them, no one knew.

Furthermore, even if his parents, Qin Luoyin, and others had gone to reincarnation, it was full of variables. After all, with only one black talisman paper, could it really protect them to successfully reincarnate?

This separation might be a permanent farewell!

In the next life, they might not meet, unable to reunite.

Even if they were destined and still alive, they might meet again but not recognize each other, oblivious to their past lives, only beginning a new life today.

Thinking of this, Chu Feng's heart ached. He couldn't bear it and wanted to personally seek revenge. Even if he couldn't kill a Heavenly Venerable, he would first slaughter some of their disciples and grand-disciples, to hunt gods and make them feel the pain!

To achieve this, he had no choice but to take a risk: a hundred years in the exotic land, as if in a dream!

This was something he had considered for a long time and deemed feasible.

This time, the reason he hesitated somewhat was that in the Luminous Dead City, Chu Feng had further witnessed the horror of the gray mist. Once entangled, it seemed truly insoluble, and he felt a certain dread.

But in the end, he was still going to set off!

"You must think twice!" the Ancestral Demon Cauldron solemnly warned.

"It's nothing major. I've left myself a fallback plan; I won't get myself trapped," Chu Feng said firmly, his mind made up.

He growled, "This time, I will make those who crossed over from the Yang Realm feel terror. I will make certain beings living in the Yang Realm bleed from their hearts when they hear the news of my killings!"

"You must understand what you are doing!" the Demon Cauldron warned repeatedly.

"I know, I understand!" Chu Feng nodded, then added, "Let's go. Send me on my way, and this time, my physical body will go along too!"