Chapter 993: Grand Event

Howls echoed incessantly across the grassland, like thunderous ocean waves, powerful enough to scatter the clouds in the sky. The sheer force was terrifying.

One could see streaks of gold crisscrossing the grassland—these were golden wolves, some of them at the Quasi-Saint or Saint level.

Immediately, battle cries shook the heavens. Seed-level evolvers from various factions had hidden helpers; this was permitted as it was a display of their collective power. However, if a true duel between seed-level evolvers occurred, when they were vying for supremacy, their hidden helpers could only stand by.

To enter the Yang-realm, there were numerous trials, including tests of a faction's collective strength and battles to assess individual prowess.

"Awoo!" In one area, dozens of golden wolves howled, their golden fur bristling. Their snow-white fangs were like sharp daggers, and their appearance was terrifyingly fierce, with blood-soaked mouths agape, emitting a foul stench.

These dozens of golden wolves united, no fewer than ten of them at the Quasi-Saint level. They erupted with light, their golden runes intertwining, surging forth like a turbulent flood.

Wherever they passed, many evolvers screamed, crushed and blown apart by the surging golden runes. Even some Quasi-Saints met their end, their bodies torn asunder.

The Golden Wolf Battle Formation, an ancient beast battle strategy from primordial times, was demonstrated here, multiplying the combat power of these dozens of golden wolves by several folds, making them invincible.

Ying Wudi's expression changed. This pack of golden wolves was charging directly at them. They had to go all out, and even the hidden elders revealed themselves to help resist.

In fact, crises also emerged in other areas. Heavenly Wolves howled at the moon, emitting golden light and going on a rampage.

Unexpectedly, a Saint-level golden wolf had been hidden within the battle formation. Using its power to boost its own combat strength, it suddenly appeared and burst forth, disemboweling two Saint-level guardians from the Cave of Exiled Immortals in quick succession, and devouring their soul light.

"Oh my, that's incredible!" the silver-haired loli exclaimed, her small face turning pale as she hid behind an elder.

"You vile beasts!" The other elders from the Cave of Exiled Immortals, all at the Saint level, immediately flew into a rage and confronted the pack of golden wolves.

Another Saint-level golden wolf appeared. The two wolves advanced together, carrying golden, ocean-like runes, condensing the killing intent and energy of dozens of fierce beasts, and charging forward.

With thundering impacts, three Saints from the Cave of Exiled Immortals were sent flying, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. One of them died under the wolf's claws, their soul light completely dispersed.

The situation was critical; at least two Saint-level wolves, possibly more, were hidden among these golden wolves!

They had long targeted this group because Chu Feng had previously slain a Saint-level wolf king while saving Ying Xiaoxiao. They were seeking revenge.

The pack of wolves roared, one after another, baring their fangs. Their golden fur glowed, blood-soaked mouths agape, looking incredibly ferocious, with chillingly cold eyes.

Ying Zhexian made her move; a five-colored divine light burst forth, sweeping several golden wolves away.

She had already entered the Quasi-Saint realm. When she was with Chu Feng in the foreign realm previously, her soul light was already nearing this level; after returning for a year, she naturally ascended.

"Roar!" A Saint wolf roared and pounced towards her.

"Sister!" The silver-haired loli worried. Even their protectors were shaken, coughing blood. The pack of wolves was too ferocious, especially since they had targeted this area, and the number of hidden Saint wolves was alarming.

Chu Feng stepped out and strode forward, holding a war spear in one hand.

He naturally did not stand by. Without needing to hide his strength much, he held the spear with one arm, directly impaled a golden Saint wolf, and blasted it away.

With a loud bang, the golden wolf exploded, blood mist surging, tearing open a gap in the golden rune flood and diminishing the power of the fierce beast battle formation.

"I..." At this moment, even Ying Wudi couldn't help but exclaim, wanting to curse. This person was too bizarre; a single spear thrust had killed a Saint wolf.

"'This spear of mine possesses some innate properties,'" Chu Feng said with a smile, appearing humble despite his achievement. "'If it's not a rare treasure, it's certainly close.'"

The golden wolves roared in anger. The pack of fierce beasts had already been targeting Chu Feng, coming for revenge. Now enraged to the extreme, they charged forward together.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The tall grass parted as dozens of golden streaks gleamed. Their speed was incredible. They charged at Chu Feng from all directions across the grassland; golden rune floods crashed, submerging the area.

Chu Feng continued to hold the spear with one hand, battling the pack of wolves. The Ying siblings then watched as he impaled these fierce beasts, one with each spear thrust, relentlessly killing them.

In the end, several Saint wolves were pierced through, bloody, their soul light shattering, and all perished.

In the field, only Chu Feng stood unharmed, holding the dripping war spear on the grassland.

Ying Zhexian, in her flawless white attire, was as fresh as snow piled on a blossoming tree, exuding an ethereal aura. Her figure was tall and slender, her smooth, flowing silver hair so reflective it could mirror one's face. With her immortal grace and jade-like bones, her true beauty was unparalleled.

At this moment, a hint of nostalgia crossed her face. She sighed softly, "'Brother Shi's demeanor greatly resembles an old friend of mine. Whenever such a critical moment arose, he was always unstoppable, sweeping away thousands of troops. Alas, I wonder if I'll ever see him again.'"

"Huh?" The silver-haired loli was surprised. Her sister was always ethereal and otherworldly, like a true immortal descending to the mortal realm, rarely showing her emotions. Yet today, she had uttered such words.

Ying Wudi, meanwhile, immediately... his face darkened slightly!

Chu Feng glanced back at this former brother-in-law. He really wanted to say, "My true self hasn't even been revealed yet, and you're already pulling a long face?"

"'Sigh, I wonder how Brother-in-law is doing. I pray for his safety. When I evolve into an ultimate body in the Yang-realm, I will definitely go to retrieve him and help him get even!'" Ying Xiaoxiao mumbled, her long silver hair reaching her waist, a look of longing on her small face, her large eyes shining like gems, but also tinged with sadness.

Rarely, Ying Wudi's slightly darkened face also showed a hint of regret as he recalled many things.

"'This war spear... has it incorporated a significant amount of innate materials?'" An elder from the Cave of Exiled Immortals walked over, interrupting their thoughts.

The faces of several old Saints from the Cave of Exiled Immortals changed. Seeing this young man slay the wolves one by one with his spear, they were utterly shocked.

"'Yes, some were added,'" Chu Feng nodded.

Then he gestured for everyone to look into the distance. There was something even more astounding; for instance, an old monk from Amitabha Temple holding an alms bowl, as if about to swallow the sky.

That alms bowl exuded auspicious light and drew in hundreds of golden wolves, no fewer than three of them Saint wolves. They were melted within that terrifying vessel as blood mist wafted out.

Several elders from the Cave of Exiled Immortals sighed. They naturally knew that the alms bowl was a Saint-level treasure of Amitabha Temple and was virtually unstoppable unless an Illumination-level evolver intervened.

In fact, the Cave of Exiled Immortals had also brought treasures of this caliber. However, they were not here, but were advancing from a different direction with their clan's disciples from the shattered cosmos.

These few individuals were responsible for overseeing Ying Wudi, Ying Zhexian, and others who had come from the Netherworld. They wished to travel separately, not putting all their eggs in one basket.

Blood mist lingered over the vast grassland; many evolvers had died, and large packs of wolves had also perished.

"'Who said the path to the Yang-realm was safe, and that failure allowed retreat? This is... a lie! Large numbers of people have already died!'" someone cried out with a wail.

In this battle, at least eight thousand evolvers perished.

As a black-robed elder from the Primordial Demon Hall blasted out a dark dharma seal, turning a wolf king and its subordinates into pulp, the battle in this area finally ended.

"'How truly weak. What's a few deaths?'" a six-winged deity sneered. "'When you and I rose, who among us didn't carve a path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood?'"

At least a dozen deities were suspended in the air in this area, witnessing all this, but none of them intervened.

The ninety-seventh-ranked blue-haired deity, who was beside the Eighth God Chi Ming, now had the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a faint, slightly mocking smile.

He somewhat looked down on these evolvers from the shattered cosmos, and shook his head.

One of the two goddesses beside Chi Ming, the heaven-defying deity ranked eighth in the Yang-realm, spoke with a smile, her face beautiful and soft, slightly alluring. "'Lan Feng, your disciple will also come. When they encounter these people later, they'll likely sweep them away with a single hand, crushing those of the same level from this cosmos.'"

"Your disciples will also come, won't they?" Lan Feng, ranked ninety-seventh in the deity realm, said with a brilliant smile. "Everyone has received news that this secret realm is unusual. It hides an ancient pond filled with dense Yin energy, permeated with primordial aura. It's the ideal place for Yang-realm disciples to absorb Yin energy to harmonize their own Yang fire."

Many people would come from the Yang-realm. Not only would the disciples of the two nearby goddesses appear, even the disciple of the Eighth God Chi Ming would arrive, along with many more Yang-realm scions.

Even Lan Feng and the Eighth God Chi Ming themselves were drawn to that ancient pond. They rushed here also to extract primordial Yin energy.

An overflowing abundance of Yang energy within oneself was not necessarily the optimal state. The great powers of the Yang-realm had long deduced that if regulated by primordial Yin energy, it might make their path of evolution smoother.

At the end of the vast grassland lay a swamp, shrouded in mist, with sparse, towering ancient trees growing. Additionally, there were golden lakes deep within the swamp.

"'Golden lakes... how many deities must have died to form these lakes?'"

The Eighth God Chi Ming gazed from afar, and upon seeing the situation in the swamp, even he was moved.

In the middle of the golden lakes lay a black ancient pond, emitting wisps of mist, chillingly so.

"Whoo..." At this moment, some evolvers held snow-white conch shells, blowing out grand, muffled sounds as they approached from the horizon.

They were large ships, one after another, from the Yang-realm. Having just entered this secret realm, they carried surging Yang energy, traversed the grassland, and approached the swamp.

"'Who do I see? The heaven-defying hero of the Yang-realm known as the Little Celestial Venerable!'"

"'Hmm, I also see a familiar face. I was fortunate enough to have seen that person once in the vast ocean city of the Yang-realm. They're said to be one of the top ten prodigies of this era!'"

"'Oh, the ninth Saintess on the Saint Ranking has arrived! Heavens, to witness such an unparalleled heavenly prodigy!'"

Many people from the Yang-realm who had arrived earlier in this secret realm exclaimed in surprise. Even the Silver-robed God King was moved, and even Lan Feng and Chi Ming showed unusual expressions.

Without a doubt, large ships appeared one after another, all heading for the ancient pond, seeking to extract a wisp of primordial Yin energy to further their own evolution.

This time, a truly extraordinary group of individuals had arrived, aweing all the evolvers present. Many of them would have the opportunity to contend for supremacy in the Yang-realm in the future, becoming powerful standard-bearers of the Yang-realm.

Chu Feng watched calmly. Among them were future inheritors meticulously cultivated by his enemy Celestial Venerables, and he felt a slight stir of excitement in his heart.

"'I truly wish I could act now, slap each one of them dead!'"

This was his inner thought. He felt an impulse to undertake something monumental: to eliminate the inheritors of his Yang-realm enemies and make those Celestial Venerables of the Yang-realm regret their actions, their faces turning ashen.

If hundreds of geniuses from the Yang-realm were to perish, it would undeniably be a monumental event.

Moreover, it seemed more large ships were still arriving; with so many people appearing, this was practically becoming a grand gathering of Yang-realm geniuses!

I've fully recovered these past two days. Updates have been sparse because I've been reconsidering the Yang-realm arc, aiming to write a spectacular continuation. Thank you all.