Chapter 967: The Big Move in the Mortal World

Along the way, Chu Feng saw some unique evolutionaries emitting Yang energy, clearly different from the people of this universe, evidently from the Yang Realm!

However, he did not act, nor did he alert them, to avoid any unexpected complications.

The foundation of Great Dream Pure Land had been severed, its original sacred ground already a ruin. Over a hundred thousand disciples were massacred, and blood flowed like rivers back then.

As Chu Feng passed by this planet, he sighed softly. Memories of his past visits, borrowing a path to the foreign land, slaying minor saints in the Chaos Universe, and marrying Qin Luoyin, flashed before his eyes.

Everything felt like yesterday, yet standing here and looking back, nothing remained. The woman once revered as a goddess by the younger generation had vanished, never to be seen again.

Over a year had passed, but the corpses still lay in Great Dream Pure Land. The saintly blood staining the mountains remained a vivid, glowing crimson, dazzling to the eye and igniting boundless killing intent in his heart.

A fire burned in Chu Feng’s heart. He had endured for a century, all for this day of return, to unleash a massacre!

For a hundred years, he had cultivated, trying to temporarily forget everything – the sight of all his loved ones dying on that day. But how could he truly forget?

He vanished from this place, disappearing into the depths of the star sea.

Finally, Chu Feng arrived, descending into a desolate starfield, appearing outside an inconspicuous asteroid. This was Great Dream Pure Land’s retreat path from back then.

Some seeds and legacies were hidden here.

On this planet, flying swords clashed and secret treasures struck each other. Upon entering the atmosphere, it was clear the battle was fierce; mountains rumbled and glowed.

Chu Feng’s eyes instantly widened in anger. With a whoosh, he vanished from his spot and dove toward the surface.

He was genuinely afraid, worried about witnessing a heartbreaking scene, fearing that the little Daoist priest would be bleeding, captured, or even killed by people from the Yang Realm.

Chu Feng descended like lightning, making the void itself dazzling, like a blinding flash of sword light sweeping across the sky, truly terrifying the inhabitants of the planet.

But he quickly reined in his aura, realizing it was a false alarm. It was Great Dream Pure Land’s evolutionaries sparring, a very realistic contest in which both disciples and elders were fully engaged.

Shame had spurred them to courage. After Great Dream Star was annihilated, all survivors of the sect were utterly devastated. For over a year, their hearts still bled, remembering how tragically their senior brothers and sisters had died, never to be seen again.

Their masters and grandmasters, who had fought to secure an escape for the few of them, were blasted apart by an enemy’s punch. After manifesting a Dharma Form heaven-and-earth divine ability, they were instantly trampled into bloody pulp. Such suffering and brutality would be unforgettable for them in this lifetime.

Therefore, for the past year and more, they had all been cultivating diligently, hoping to restore Great Dream Pure Land’s glory and make it powerful again, and even more so, hoping to one day seek revenge!

Chu Feng immediately spotted the little Daoist priest. Though only a little over one year old, he moved like the wind, leaping through the mountains, from one cliff to another, incredibly agile.

He was still in a prenatal daze, not yet recovered, and had forgotten all his secret arts. However, his current physical prowess was already beyond ordinary people.

Moreover, as he ran, sounds of thunder emanated, and his feet glowed. He had begun trying to cultivate even in his infancy.

Chu Feng nodded. Before he left, he had personally written down a cultivation method, based entirely on the notes the Stone Fox gave him, detailing how to nurture the strongest prodigies.

The little Daoist priest was training according to some ancient methods described in it. However, some rare natural treasures were certainly unobtainable here, growing only in the Yang Realm, which was a slight pity.

"Chu Feng?!" someone exclaimed.

The Great Dream Pure Land’s only saint, the old man Chu Feng had saved earlier, was the first to arrive and became very emotional upon seeing him.

Other disciples and some elders also came. They were all happy yet sorrowful, for seeing him reminded them of Qin Luoyin, their brilliant saintess who would never return, having died a year ago.

The little Daoist priest had an excellent physique, leaping between cliffs like a robust young primordial beast, strong and powerful.

With sharp spiritual perception, he suddenly turned around, saw Chu Feng, and paused. Then, like a raptor spreading its wings, he launched himself directly from the cliff, grabbing a mountain vine mid-air, swinging over, and landing swiftly nearby.

Undeniably, he had forgotten his past. He was no longer the sharp-tongued Daoist priest, but a child with a pure heart, his large eyes flawless and clear as crystal. He felt an intense closeness to Chu Feng; this was the inexplicable connection between a father and son bound by blood.

When the little Daoist priest rushed over and hugged Chu Feng’s arm, a single sentence almost brought Chu Feng to tears.

"I miss my mom."

He was now very innocent, without any memories of his past life, but he was precocious and remembered the scene of their parting a year ago. He already knew that Qin Luoyin had died; it couldn't be hidden from him.

Chu Feng felt a blockage in his chest, as if stabbed. He recalled the scene from a year ago: Qin Luoyin, covered in blood, corroded by golden substance, her exquisite face pale and bloodless, weakly and powerlessly asking him to take care of the little Daoist priest.

"One day... we will meet again," Chu Feng said, squatting down and stroking his head.

"But she’s gone, completely gone from the world…" The little Daoist priest shed tears, unwilling to say the word "dead." He looked up at Chu Feng helplessly, his clear eyes filled with tears, and asked Chu Feng, "How can I see her?"

Having lost his memories and returned to his childlike nature and innocence, the little Daoist priest now looked pitiful, silently weeping, lowering his head to look at his small feet, deeply sorrowful.

Chu Feng softly said, "As long as you become strong enough to go to the Yang Realm, you can see her. Because her soul light hasn't extinguished; she has reincarnated in the Great Yang Realm!"

In the past, he rarely spoke to the little Daoist priest like this, usually just picking him up and giving him a smack. Now, seeing him reverted to his childlike innocence with such melancholy on his small face, Chu Feng felt a pang in his heart.

"Really?" The little Daoist priest looked up, his tear-filled eyes bright, showing a glimmer of hope. His entire being seemed to gain new vitality.

Because hope had kindled in his heart. He was no longer as helpless as before, constantly missing his mother with no solace or place to find her.

The group from Great Dream Pure Land stood around, all surprised. Could Qin Luoyin truly be revived?

The old saint sighed softly. Even if she had reincarnated in the Yang Realm, what then? She would be another person entirely, her appearance and even her race potentially changed, full of uncertainties.

"Isn't this the little Daoist priest from over two hundred years ago? He hasn't changed much," said the Little Vermilion Bird, walking forward and looking at the child. She found him particularly endearing, far better than his annoying demeanor back then.

Of course, at that time, she was still in the Vermilion Bird nest and wasn't very old herself. However, she and her mother had paid special attention to those foreign evolutionaries who caused chaos in the Fierce Beast Plateau.

"Hello, big sister!" The little Daoist priest greeted politely, tears still in his eyes. He was completely different from the unruly child of over two hundred years ago in the foreign land.

After seeing the little Daoist priest, Chu Feng finally felt completely relieved. This allowed him to inquire about the Demon Ancestor Cauldron’s recent situation and learn from the people of Great Dream Pure Land what had happened over the past year.

In the past year, people from the Yang Realm had indeed arrived again, but this time they were very low-key, not acting as domineeringly as before, silently searching for something.

Later, news spread that Grand Martial Heavenly Venerable’s Dao body had perished here, causing a huge sensation and shocking all sects in the Yin Realm.

Some speculated that the Grand Universe-level entity in the Great Abyss might still be alive and had once awakened, which was the fundamental reason for Grand Martial’s Dao body’s demise.

This naturally frightened those who had come from the Yang Realm, and they immediately ceased their high-profile actions.

However, after a year of exploration, the forces of several sects somewhat reverted to their old ways, still viewing the beings of this universe with a condescending attitude, occasionally appearing quite domineering.

But overall, there were no more incidents of a race being massacred or several life planets being shattered.

Furthermore, there was another major event, a turning point with incredibly far-reaching implications.

The various sects in the Yang Realm were searching for Yin Realm "seed-level" disciples, or "Yin Seeds" for short.

"What exactly is going on?" Chu Feng asked, frowning.

"They are recruiting disciples, searching for talented evolutionaries to take to the Yang Realm," replied the old saint of Great Dream Pure Land. This matter had shaken all races in the Yin Realm universe.

For a time, many rogue cultivators and individuals of exceptional talent signed up. For unknown reasons, people from the Yang Realm indeed took many away.

Later, an even greater event occurred!

Envoys from powerful clans like the Dao Race, Buddhist Race, and Sub-Immortal Race, some of the foremost in the Yang Realm, also arrived in this universe.

This was groundbreaking. After some envoys appeared, it was confirmed that more than half of the Yin Realm’s top ten ancient inheritances were connected to the Yang Realm.

"What happened then?" Chu Feng asked.

"All members of the Dao Race, Sub-Immortal Race, Buddhist Race, and others in the Yin Realm were placed under special restrictions. Thus, the incomplete Yang Realm breathing techniques they possessed could not be passed on to others; otherwise, they would instantly turn into dust."

Chu Feng listened and fell silent.

He had, of course, long known that some inheritances in this universe originated from the Yang Realm. Still, hearing this news made him sigh softly. The top-ranked orthodoxies in the Yang Realm were indeed terrifyingly powerful.

"Furthermore, the envoys from the Yang Realm also offered these clans an opportunity: those who passed their trials could go to the Yang Realm, and even bring their entire clan with them!"

The old saint of Great Dream Pure Land informed him that many geniuses in this universe had currently vanished, presumably taken away by people from the Yang Realm.

Moreover, entire clans were leaving, preparing for migration.

"Such a grand scale, affecting so widely?" Chu Feng asked, surprised.

At this moment, he understood somewhat. No wonder the disciples and followers of Grand Martial, Hun Yi, Primordial, and Chaos Yu hadn't touched the Dao Race, Sub-Immortal Race, and others last time.

This was because these clans had foundations in the Yang Realm and were highly influential.

In fact, that was the truth. When evolutionaries from the Yang Realm descended a year ago, the breathing techniques they confiscated all came from orthodoxies that had been annihilated in the Yang Realm but were once very prominent.

For example, the Great Dream Breathing Technique had ranked among the top ten in the Yang Realm in ancient times, but was eliminated in a certain era, leading to the destruction of the entire sect.

The Undying Silkworm Race also rose from glory to decline in the Yang Realm, but their Undying Breathing Technique is still coveted and greatly envied to this day.

Therefore, after the Yang Realm individuals arrived, they unhesitatingly targeted the clans possessing these breathing techniques.

"Recruiting people from the Yin Realm as disciples... Weren't they quite dismissive of them? Why the sudden change in attitude?" Chu Feng was puzzled.

At this point, the Lame Heavenly Venerable secretly transmitted a message to him, explaining the situation: the Yang Realm had been conducting various experiments on nurturing the strongest prodigies. Different races were constantly trying to cultivate descendants with even more extraordinary power, hoping each generation would surpass the last.

Among these, one theory suggested that pure Yang might not necessarily represent the strongest. Perhaps, considering putting Yang Realm seeds—the so-called Yang Realm geniuses—into the Yin Realm, refining them for a period, and then bringing them back, might yield unexpected results.

Supported by this theory, some naturally believed that they could directly bring back some Yin Realm seeds and try cultivating them, as the effect might be even better!

The old saint of Great Dream Pure Land sighed, stating that geniuses in the Yin Realm would likely face a generational gap. Many well-known geniuses throughout the star sea had been missing for a long time, presumably having left, or perhaps even abducted.

The Lame Heavenly Venerable secretly said, "I suspect it's because Grand Martial's Dao body died here. They suspect that Grand Universe-level evolutionary is protecting this universe, or perhaps they speculate that the Grand Universe-level being wasn't from the Yang Realm but was born here. Naturally, the Yang Realm has begun to attach immense importance to this place. Furthermore, my master's Great Yin Realm deductions, and a certain formidable being's plan for cultivating the strongest descendants, might have gained attention from some individuals. They want large numbers of Yin Realm seeds for experimentation."

"Will becoming experimental subjects lead to a terrible fate?" Chu Feng asked, his brows deeply furrowed upon hearing this. The Yang Realm's actions were truly significant.

The Stone Fox replied, "Not for now. They will become disciples of various sects. If they perform well enough, there will be many opportunities. Of course, if they perform poorly, that's another matter."

Chu Feng sought detailed information, questioning the old saint of Great Dream Pure Land. Although the Demon Ancestor Cauldron knew some things, it had been hidden in Undying Mountain for a long time, waiting to receive Chu Feng's return, and thus didn't have comprehensive knowledge of the outside world.

"Recently, the selection of Yin Realm seeds has intensified. There are rumors that Yin Realm seeds who perform well enough can bring their entire clan into the Yang Realm. I imagine some orthodoxies on certain life planets might become completely empty."

The old saint of Great Dream Pure Land learned during his travels that the selected geniuses would undergo tests in the Chaos Universe. If they passed these trials, they would be recognized and designated as Yin Realm seeds.

"So all the missing people went to the Chaos Universe?" Chu Feng showed surprise.

"Yes," the old saint nodded.

After understanding, Chu Feng’s expression turned cold. Once he fully grasped everything, he prepared to act. He would kill his way from the Yin Realm to the Chaos Universe, becoming a dark hunter, unleashing a massacre to repay blood debts.

Of course, he had to plan carefully to unleash his maximum destructive power and ensure his own safety.

"I have accounts to settle!" he said calmly.

In the past, he had struggled bitterly, watching helplessly as everyone around him died, suffering immensely and powerless to defy heaven.

After a century of forbearance and arduous cultivation in the foreign land, he had finally awaited this day—to hunt gods!