Chapter 992: Hundreds of Boats Competing in the Flow

Lush green grass and a small river like a jade belt made the secret realm feel peaceful and quiet, devoid of tension or danger.

Chu Feng entered. Looking ahead, he saw a vast and fertile grassland, with no treacherous mountains or abysses filled with ominous energy. Of course, this was only an illusion. A trial secret realm meant to block the path to the Yang Realm could never be an easy journey; obstacles were inevitable.

Many people had already entered. Some let out long whistles, waving at the entrance of the secret realm, bidding farewell as they were about to enter the Yang Realm. Others were relaxed and unconcerned, displaying ample self-confidence.

"Hurry up, big sister!" urged the silver-haired little loli of the Yaxian clan. After more than a year of unhappiness, she was now lively again, skipping and bouncing, her silver hair swaying. Behind her, Ying Zhexian, slender and graceful, floated closer. Her luminous silver hair cascaded to her waist. Her skin was like creamy jade, her eyes like stars, her lips red, and her nose delicately upturned. Her entire being exuded an ethereal quality, as if she didn't belong to this world, transcendent and aloof, truly living up to her name, untainted by worldly affairs. Following them was Ying Wudi, tall and upright. After more than a year, he seemed even more composed. Without Chu Feng's presence, he no longer wore a dark expression; his face now resembled refined jade.

Chu Feng sighed, thinking how they had all been in the Netherworld a year ago, but now they were striving to enter the Yang Realm. Besides the three from the Ying family, he saw many other familiar faces entering the secret realm. He didn't need to worry about them, as they all had their respective clans supporting them.

Shi Hong, the Buddhist Son of the Netherworld, approached Chu Feng. They conversed pleasantly, and Shi Hong eventually remarked, "I don't know why, but when I'm with Brother Shi, I feel like we're old friends." Chu Feng nodded in agreement, recalling how he had almost completely eliminated this Buddhist Son in the foreign land.

"How strange," a young Daoist approached, looking at Chu Feng with confusion. "Daoist brother, have we met before? Why do you seem so familiar?" It was Jin Lin, the first successor of the Daoist Clan in the Netherworld Universe. Chu Feng smiled and nodded at him. In the foreign land, he had seized a wisp of golden elemental divine material from Jin Lin, incorporating it into himself, and had even almost killed Jin Lin. The Daoist Clan, with its profound heritage, had ultimately rescued Jin Lin's fragmented soul and restored him.

Chu Feng had seen off a group of people, having protected them through Mu City previously. Now, seeing another group of old acquaintances, he sighed lightly, realizing that the Netherworld Universe's talent pool was truly experiencing a severe gap; this generation was all leaving.

"Hmm?!" Not long after, he spotted someone exceptionally beautiful, with outstanding grace and a distinct celebrity aura. She was not only an acquaintance from the Netherworld but also from Earth: Jiang Luoshen, the former 'National Goddess', who had been missing for a long time.

Shi Hong, elegant and handsome in his white robes, smiled slightly when he saw Chu Feng staring. "Brother Shi, my old friend, it's not very polite to stare at my junior sister like that. My Martial Uncle is also over there, and he has quite a temper." Beside Jiang Luoshen was an elderly monk with a ruddy complexion, tall stature, and long white eyebrows. Shi Hong referred to him as Martial Uncle Bajie.

Chu Feng felt a pang of discomfort. It was true, just as he had heard on Earth, that Jiang Luoshen had left with a powerful Buddhist clan expert. But why did that master's name sound so odd? Seeing Jiang Luoshen, Chu Feng naturally thought of certain people and events. He had seen many people and knew their whereabouts. He sighed softly, thinking of Lin Nuoyi. She had left Mount Laoshan years ago, contacting evolutionaries from the Yang Realm before anyone else, and had now long entered the Greater Yang World. Chu Feng exhaled softly, wondering when they would meet again, and what their respective positions would be.

"Everyone, time is short! The trial has begun. Reaching the end means entering the Yang Realm. Strive hard!" someone shouted, announcing that the challenge could begin. At the end of this secret realm lay a brilliant passage, connecting to the Yang Realm. Soon, the vast grassland was teeming with figures. Besides those brought from the Netherworld, a large number of evolutionaries from the shattered universe also poured in. Some were representing their families; if they passed the trial, they could bring their entire clan along, so they were fighting desperately!

"Ah..." In an instant, screams erupted. Some individuals attacked those around them, solely to eliminate competitors, filled with malice and bloodshed. The emerald green grassland descended into chaos.

Divine light surged, and pristine white wings unfurled. Several six-winged divine beings swept into the secret realm, looking down upon the vast grassland, appearing all at once. Additionally, there were Divine Kings, clad in silver robes, whose strength was unfathomable. Although they suppressed their aura, their presence still caused the heavens and earth to rumble. There was also a record of humanoid beings covered in golden scales, with flat faces and a single eye. From their lone vertical eye, terrifying beams of light shot out, scanning everyone as they patrolled the secret realm.

Chu Feng was surprised. He had killed two groups of experts, yet there were still masters of this caliber? He quickly realized these might be new gods arriving from the Yang Realm. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many; he had almost annihilated all the gods remaining in the shattered universe. Sure enough, over a dozen more gods appeared, some majestic, others smiling, descending onto the vast grassland. They seemed like escorts, paving the way for certain great figures.

Not long after, the heavens and earth trembled, then fell silent again, as an extraordinary evolver appeared. A young man of medium height, with long blue hair and piercing eyes, suddenly appeared within the secret realm! His arrival actually destabilized the order of the place, causing the heavens and earth to tremble slightly. Although silence quickly returned, that brief moment was incredibly oppressive.

"This is... the 97th ranked god in the Yang Realm!" From a distance, people from the Yang Realm whispered. This was a true peerless prodigy, personally visiting the shattered universe. "Quiet! More great figures are coming!" Indeed, almost simultaneously, the heavens and earth trembled, and Daoist sounds rumbled as a man appeared. He had strange, fiery red hair, a slender and strong physique, and skin like snowy white jade, emanating chaotic energy. His presence was truly terrifying.

"The Eighth God Under Heaven!" At this moment, even the silver-robed Divine King who had appeared earlier whispered, visibly moved. He had come specifically because he knew this terrifyingly gifted individual was arriving. Light and shadows flickered. Besides the god ranked in the top one hundred who approached and greeted the Eighth God, two goddesses also appeared there. Some in the Yang Realm recognized them as highly ranked goddesses, but their demeanor before the Eighth God was humble, almost like attendants. Other Yang Realm people were astonished; these two goddesses were powerful deities ranked within the top three hundred in the vast Yang Realm, and they were strikingly beautiful.

"This is the might of the Eighth God. Even his followers and attendants are highly ranked, incredibly formidable," the Yang Realm people exclaimed. "Sigh, the Eighth God could easily kill a Divine King. He possesses unparalleled talent, whether you like it or not."

Chu Feng listened to their discussions, greatly surprised. Seeing the red-haired man wreathed in chaotic energy, he felt a sense of dread; this was a truly terrifying figure. "There are too many people. How can it proceed without some bloodshed?" remarked the 97th ranked individual beside the Eighth God, his voice indifferent. This statement caused many hearts to sink. Was something major about to happen?

"A hundred boats contending, competition is good," the Eighth God himself spoke, calmly and coldly. He had come with a purpose: to select some outstanding beings from the Netherworld. Everyone eyed each other warily as they rushed into the depths of the grassland. The competition had begun, and each used their own methods to try and enter the Yang Realm.

Along the way, he happened to be heading in the same direction as the Ying siblings. The silver-haired little loli spoke up, "Hey, Shi Fan, I heard you're very fierce. Your junior brother almost blew up a Heavenly Venerate's disciple from the Yang Realm with divine thunder. Are you even stronger than him?"

"Only moderately fierce," Chu Feng nodded, smiling.

"That's strange," the silver-haired little loli said, looking doubtful.

Ying Wudi spoke directly, "Brother, I feel like we're old friends at first sight. How about we travel together?" Really? Chu Feng was skeptical, wondering if Ying Wudi would still look displeased once he truly knew his identity.

"Everyone, run! There are fierce beasts everywhere!" After rushing deeper into the vast grassland, packs of golden wolves appeared, each as tall as a small hill. With golden eyes, they roared and charged. Screams rang out as many were bitten to death by the enormous golden wolves. The scene was bloody, as some of these wolves had reached the Sub-Saint level.

Chu Feng severed the massive golden head of a wolf with a single sword stroke. This was a wolf king, a Saint-level beast, which had been about to pounce on the silver-haired little loli but was instantly slain by his sword. This surprised both Ying Wudi and Ying Xiaoxiao; Shi Fan was indeed fierce enough! Of course, she didn't forget to thank him.

Not far away, the elderly servants accompanying the Ying siblings wiped cold sweat from their brows. They were from the Immortal's Cave, tasked with protecting the three Ying siblings on their journey. They hadn't reacted quickly enough just now; they were a step too slow to save Ying Xiaoxiao.

"Thank you," Ying Zhexian said softly, "Seeing your bearing, Daoist brother, you truly resemble an old acquaintance." Chu Feng was skeptical. Could she really recognize his true identity?