Chapter 968: Letting Go of Earthly Affairs

Chu Feng could no longer hold back his urge to unleash a slaughter, to hunt the gods from the Yang Realm!

Among the mountains, small bridges spanned flowing streams, with pavilions and towers shrouded in misty haze, creating a magnificent, ethereal fairyland.

Chu Feng sat beneath an ancient tree struck by lightning. Despite the black scorch marks, it had sprouted new branches, its leaves a vibrant green, and it bore some golden-yellow, shimmering fruits.

He was examining the Little Daoist’s physical condition. The child’s tiny body possessed exceptional qualities, and his soul-light was astonishingly powerful. Once he broke through the prenatal haze, he would certainly undergo a super-evolution.

Chu Feng sighed. He had brought back a few talismans, but he couldn't give them to the Little Daoist yet. The child hadn't awakened; he was just a boy who didn't understand the talismans' importance.

However, Chu Feng was about to embark on a journey to slaughter gods and needed to arrange things before his departure. He hoped the Little Daoist would awaken soon.

Though an awakened son might not be as obedient as he was now, and could even be quite annoying with his exceptionally sharp tongue—making Chu Feng want to pick him up and spank him—such a Little Daoist would be able to protect himself after Chu Feng left, which would bring him peace of mind.

"For the past year, people from the Yang Realm have been constantly searching for this child," the Old Saint of Great Dream Pure Land informed him, his face filled with worry.

People from the Yang Realm had learned everything about Chu Feng from certain informants and local guides, including the fact that he had a child, his only bloodline. What they couldn't understand, however, was how they had missed this place last time and failed to find him.

For a year, the Yang Realm natives naturally searched for Chu Feng, furious after learning he was still alive and wanting to dig three feet deep to find him. At the same time, they sought the Little Daoist, intending to threaten Chu Feng with his only son.

The Yang Realm natives understood that after killing Chu Feng’s parents, Dao companion, and all his relatives and friends, he must have gone mad. Nothing else could threaten him except that child.

However, they were disappointed. No matter how they searched, they couldn’t find the Little Daoist; even the Yellow Weasel's meticulous divination proved fruitless—everything was chaotic.

"Still within the prenatal haze, with the power of reincarnation not fully dissipated, it's impossible to divine," the Stone Fox remarked, quite astonished. It had never seen a reincarnated being with its own eyes, and here was an actual instance!

"This little fellow is not simple!" the Stone Fox declared, staring intently at the Little Daoist.

"Yes, my son says he was a Heavenly Venerable in his previous life," Chu Feng replied.

The Lame Heavenly Venerable exclaimed, "Damn it!"

It sounded to the Lame Heavenly Venerable as if Chu Feng were insulting it. It glared at him with sidelong eyes, its stony gaze radiating murderous intent!

"Kid, are you provoking me!" its eyes glowed with an increasingly sinister green light.

"More people from beyond the domain have arrived, entering this starfield. This is the eleventh time in six months that Yang Realm forces have passed by, which truly worries us," the Old Saint explained.

They had outposts outside the starfield that provided early warnings.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng suddenly rose, like an enraged lion, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He hadn't even gone to settle scores with the Yang Realm natives yet, and they were already constantly targeting his son. They truly deserved to die.

The next moment, he vanished from there, reappearing deep within this starfield. He saw a team riding mounts, clad in bright armor, each brimming with powerful Yang energy, like heavenly soldiers and generals.

Among them, apart from a few local guides who belonged to the Yin Realm universe, the other dozen or so individuals were all Saints from the Yang Realm.

Suddenly, a tall, slender young man with lustrous black hair and deep eyes appeared silently before them, staring at them coldly.

"Chu Feng!"

"He is Chu Feng!"

The local guides cried out, clearly showing fear.

As for the Yang Realm individuals, they were also astonished. They had been searching for Chu Feng's offspring, and unexpectedly, a year later, they found him, the main target.

For a moment, they were both shocked and overjoyed; this meant their mission was accomplished.

Of course, they also felt a strong unease. A year ago, even the Dao body of Heavenly Venerable Taifu had died in the Great Abyss. How had this native survived?

"Chu Feng, we come with sincerity. By divine decree, we invite you to the Yang Realm; a Divine King wishes to personally accept you as a disciple," said a person riding a golden bat, trying his best to show a friendly smile.

This was certainly not genuine, but merely a precaution.

"Boom!"

Chu Feng took a single step, appearing among them. He grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him completely off the ground, and looked down at him. "You scoundrels! You killed my parents, my wife, and my child, and now you want to take me as your disciple!"

"Misunderstanding! We are not from the Taifu lineage, but from other traditions," the man gasped with difficulty.

Nearby, the others had already summoned their weapons, ready to fight Chu Feng to the death. However, with a series of spluttering sounds, they all disintegrated, turning into a mist of blood, then burning to ashes.

Chu Feng soul-searched them and learned that these individuals included disciples of Taifu, as well as later generations of disciples and descendants of Hunyi, Yuanshi, and Luanyu.

At the same time, he also clarified the identities of the local guides. Finally, with a bang, everyone in the area was utterly annihilated, their soul-light disintegrating into cosmic dust.

These were small fish, not capable of much, but Chu Feng had learned enough from their soul-light!

Chu Feng vanished, returning to the asteroid.

He took his leave with the Little Daoist, departing from the area. Before he went to slay the powerful figures of the Yang Realm, he intended to settle some worldly affairs, hoping that during this process, the Little Daoist's past life memories would be stimulated, breaking through the prenatal haze.

"It's really cold in the Yin Realm," the Little Vermilion Bird said on the journey, her crimson wings glowing. She had sealed a part of her cultivation, but she could break the restriction at any time.

Cold? Chu Feng felt nothing, not because his strength had increased, but because he had long adapted to this universe.

On the way, he said nothing, carrying the Little Daoist as he traversed the brilliant sea of stars, experiencing the quiet beauty of the Yin Realm universe. The closer he came to leaving, the more reluctant he felt.

Mid-journey, he consulted the Old Daoist (Stone Fox) on how to awaken someone with past life memories and solve the challenge of the prenatal haze.

"Tell him more about past events, or let him experience similar situations," was the Stone Fox's suggestion.

A vast darkness lay ahead, swallowing all light. This was the Great Abyss, a place that made even the Lame Heavenly Venerable shudder. Even in its petrified state, it felt goosebumps, so horrifying was it.

"Get out of here!" It truly couldn't bear it.

Chu Feng silently paid his respects there. His former loved ones had all died in this place.

He gazed into the abyss, yearning to see that white-clad, peerless woman again.

However, he waited for a long time without any discovery. Could Yao Yao never appear in the world again? He didn't know, nor did he dare to dwell on it, fearing to know the final outcome, his heart filled with darkness and despair.

Chu Feng took out a pure white talisman, then gently released it. It simply fell into the Great Abyss, drifting downwards and swiftly disappearing.

"Kid, are you crazy?!" Even the Stone Fox cried out in alarm.

This item was priceless; even the ancient traditions and supreme great sects of the Yang Realm desired it, fighting fiercely and shedding rivers of blood for just one such talisman. Yet, Chu Feng casually discarded one.

"Yao Yao!" he called softly, saying nothing else.

He stood in that place for a long time before finally departing with reluctance and unwillingness. He had too many things to do and could not remain there.

Even after they were far away, the Lame Heavenly Venerable was still lamenting bitterly, saying Chu Feng was too wasteful, that it was simply reckless squandering.

At the same time, it suspected that the Great Abyss was the primary forbidden zone in this universe and should be producing talismans. Something felt wrong!

Next, Chu Feng traveled through the starry sky, visiting one life-bearing planet after another. However, he gradually frowned. He wanted to secretly visit Lu Tong, Clairvoyant Du Huaijin, Ye Qingrou, and others.

At that time, these individuals had also left Earth and were dispersed and settled in various places. Yet, searching for them now, he found them missing.

On these planets, many sects were half-empty, having registered to participate in the Yang Realm's selection trials for Yin Realm natives, and had been taken away.

"Were they coerced into entering the Chaos Universe?" Chu Feng frowned.

Then, Chu Feng visited the Daoist, Buddhist, and Sub-Immortal races, among others. After learning the situation, his expression became solemn. Even powerful evolutionary races like these were half-empty; most of their people were gone!

He wanted to see some old acquaintances, like the silver-haired girl Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Wudi, but there was no opportunity. They had been taken away by envoys from their respective Yang Realm clans and were currently in the Chaos Universe.

Traveling through the stars, the situation was largely the same. Too many people like Yuan Shicheng and Yuan Yuan had departed. He couldn't meet any familiar faces; looking across the vast starry sky, none of his old acquaintances could be found.

Even Yuan Mo and Zihuan were gone, nowhere to be found.

The world was quiet, having lost its former hustle and bustle, appearing so desolate. Chu Feng increasingly felt that he truly needed to leave.

The next moment, he vanished, reappearing in a remote starfield. He descended upon an uninhabited asteroid, dug through the soil, and delved deep underground.

"Where are they?!" Chu Feng stared blankly. Yao Yao's sister was gone. The ancient coffin, bound with mother gold, was gone, completely vanished.

"Elder!" A chill ran down Chu Feng's spine as he shouted. He had originally feared that hiding the elder on Earth would cause problems, so he had brought him out.

Had something still happened? Had he not escaped disaster?

But there were no signs of a struggle, which made him suspicious.

Chu Feng opened his fiery golden eyes, searching the entire planet. Finally, he discovered something. On an inconspicuous bluestone deep underground, he saw a few words. After the Stone Fox identified them, he knew what they said.

"Yao Yao... My Yao Yao, Grandpa will avenge you!"

When he saw these words, Chu Feng's heart was greatly shaken. Had the elder's consciousness temporarily recovered a little? But this could still lead to serious trouble; he might completely lose his will!

Looking at that line of text, he could feel the elder's sorrow, his helplessness, sadness, and desolation, and his final determination to face death.

"Please don't let anything happen!" Chu Feng couldn't stay still any longer.

"Your urgency is useless; this message is from a long time ago," the Lame Heavenly Venerable stated. Then, its expression became incredibly solemn. "At the same time, don't worry too much. A being capable of implanting mother gold into a heaven-blessed genius from the Yang Realm must be a mighty figure from the Yang Realm. This is his experimental subject; others would not dare to destroy it."

Chu Feng returned to Earth, traveling through one old place after another, accompanied by the Little Daoist, the Lame Heavenly Venerable, and the Little Vermilion Bird.

From Kunlun to Longhu Mountain, then to the East Sea, and finally to Laoshan and Putuo Mountain, he left his footprints everywhere, recalling past events, but unable to see those people now.