The Sacred Ruins

"How could this be? This is a strange divine substance, so how could a little spirit like you come into contact with something of this kind? Ah… no, I don't want to die!"

Teng Huang wailed miserably. It was hard to imagine that a quasi-sage would actually be so terrified and sob so wretchedly. His expression was pained and he looked scared while also struck dumb.

The grey mist on his body transformed into a human form and laid on top of his body, biting at him violently. It gnawed like a fierce beast hunting a herbivore and was incredibly brutal. It was innately pressing, domineering and bloodthirsty.

"Pop!"

Teng Huang's body directly shrink down a size. It was as if a great amount of his vitality and spirit had been sucked away, and his entire body was completely dejected.

Bang!

He moved his enormous body as Teng She's body smashed the mountainous area. The snake's body resembled a steel whip as well as a sharp sword. Immediately it demolished a mountain with half of it flying high into the sky.

"I said it before, those who are arrogant to me will all die. You're not anything exceptional, so you'll probably die even quicker." Chu Feng stood on top of the ruins of the destroyed stone hall, staring at Teng Huang, who was far away in the middle of the mountainous region. His words were rather cold.

"You want me dead? Impossible, I will survive!" Teng Huang bellowed. Once again he transformed into his human form. His body shrunk and all kinds of symbols covered his entire body. He was using a secret technique from the Flying Dragon-Serpent Race to try and prolong his life.

"Ah…" But closely following this he yelped miserably again. That humanoid formed from the grey mist also shrunk down, becoming more condensed. Entangled with him, it was trying to take his life.

"This… is even more terrifying than ordinary divine substances. Goodness, no divine spirits would live long if touching this," shouted Teng Huang with fear.

As a quasi-sage he was usually collected and calm. How could he be so disorderly now? It was all because this grey substance was too lethal, exceeding his expectations and shocking him greatly.

With a 'swoosh' sound a lot of his vitality withered away, consumed by that grey-colored substance. His body rapidly weakened.

Naturally Chu Feng was aware of what was happening. He had obtained this grey substance from the bodies of a group of the most powerful old deities. Most importantly it was merged from the rich, sizeable peculiar substances of several hundred deities. How could it not be terrifying?

Nevermind Teng Huang, this grey substance had even desolately tortured deities, who had perished in panic in their later years. In a short time Teng Huang had lost half of his vitality.

Teng Huang realized it was likely impossible that he would survive, and he howled, "If I'm going to die I'll drag you with me!"

He struggled with all his might and sat up abruptly, wanting to charge towards Chu Feng.

Yet the grey mist twisted around him once again. It shifted into a human form, into a ferocious beast, into a terrifying spirit. It was transforming continuously, trying to merge into his body.

"Ah, you… my fourth brother, how are you alive? It's a hallucination, go away! I already killed you 20 years ago!" Teng Huang's eyes were red as he roared.

He pounced on Chu Feng again, trying to attack him.

Chu Feng wasn't intimidated. He pulled up a calabash, then suddenly slapped the bottom of the green leather calabash. With a 'bang' more of the grey substance, which was even richer, came spewing out of the calabash's spout.

In an instant this grey substance transformed into a terrifying headless ghost, a hideous demon, a wild wretched beast etc. They all pounced on Teng Huang's body.

Although he was a quasi-sage, he fell down straight away having been overcame by the grey substance.

"Dammit, this grey substance has mutated. It'll crush even deities if they came as it's the most powerful strange substance. Goodness, could it be that I'm really going to die here, killed by such a tiny individual with no power?!" Teng Huang bawled, unreconciled. He was a quasi-sage, one who had achieved this in such a small period of time too. He was proud and arrogant, yet his ending was tragic.

In his point of view, it should have been six to seven hundred years before his so-called miserable later years came.

"Hehe…" Standing far away Chu Feng smiled chillingly and said, "You looked down at me with a lofty stance, yet in the end you get killed with a single stomp from someone you perceive as an ant. It's quite hilarious."

"Go to the Yang realm. The only way out is in the Yang realm. I want to survive…" Tang Huang's voice was very weak, but he was striving and trying to escape.

When Chu Feng heard this his heart swayed. There's a way out in the Yang realm?

As he thought of this he exercised control over the green leather calabash. He withdraw some of the grey mist to reduce harm done to Teng Huang.

"Mn?!"

Now Teng Huang was shaken. His heart alarmed and body leaping, he gazed at the green leather calabash and said in a trembling voice, "A divine object from the beginning of time, born within the primal chaos?!"

At the same time he was weirdly resentful and unreconciled. This person, whom he saw as an ant, had actually seized such a treasure?

Ordinary receptacles could only contain this grey substance for a brief period as soon after it would be corroded and spoilt, even destroying completely. Only this kind of divine object from the beginning of time, born within the primal chaos, could take out and put away this grey substance with ease.

"You can live so long as you reach the Yang realm?" Chu Feng asked him.

"Let me go!" Tang Huang said. Although he was still lying on the ground, his eyes were full of thirst.

He thought that Chu Feng could use the green leather calabash to take away more than 90% of the grey substance on his body. Of course some of it was unremovable as it had already assimilated into his flesh and spirit.

But as long as more than 90% of it was taken away he could live for a while longer so that he could go and come up with means. Even if it meant he had to follow the path his ancestors sealed to reach the Yang realm, it would be better than sitting here and waiting for death.

"Nevermind if you won't say." Chu Feng sneered and, with a bang, patted the bottom of the green leather calabash again. Immediately it puffed out the grey-colored substance.

This grey substance was exceptionally sensitive towards the blood of divine creatures and divine beasts. It directly pounced on him, surging forwards abruptly.

"Ah…" Teng Huang screeched.

In an instant his entire body was spasming, which was also producing a foul fishy odor. This was himself decaying and his blood was full of a rotting smell.

The bizarreness of a deity's later years and all kinds of terrifying things were one by one manifesting upon Teng Huang's body. He was only a quasi-sage, how could he handle it?

"Give me mercy, there aren't any grudges between us. Stop the grey mist." Teng Huang said once more. He was utterly surrendering and lowered his stance.

At the same time he also reported that there was ancient yet terrifying supreme existences in the Yang realm. They were lying undiscovered within some unusual mountainous regions and possibly had the power to help people dispel this kind of strange substance.

"What, they're that powerful?" Chu Feng was moved.

"Yes, at first some of them dared to go and kill our world's earliest ancestor, who had genuinely perfected the Six Rays of Time Technique, so how could they not be powerful? I speculate that more than half of them have supreme techniques and could maybe purify part of the grey substance."

In reality Teng Huang was only guessing too and could not be certain.

Chu Feng was silent. He was aware of the magnificence of the Yang realm's almighty, but even now he didn't have a clear understanding of how strong they truly were. It wasn't possible to measure and calculate their depths because he had been attacked by other legendary individuals every time, who were incomparably powerful!

Chu Feng then ignored Teng Huang, allowing the grey substance to flood through him. It transformed into multiple malicious spirits and in the end all of it squeezed into Teng Huang's body.

The stnk assailed the nostrils and the grey mist drifted in the wind. The area was a complete mess and corrupted blood surrounded Teng Huang. He couldn't even scream as he laid prone there, hardly budging.

He could only occasionally extend his hand, grabbing in Chu Feng's direction. There was bitter resentment within his eyes, as well as trepidation and the desire to beg for forgiveness. He wanted Chu Feng to let him go.

Chu Feng ignored him and sat there, watching him rotting away.

Then he turned and glanced at Jin Lin, Shi Hong, the Winged Godhead and the others.

None of them had dared to run away, but in fact it was because they were terrified of the grey substance. They had been in this world for more than a year and was already aware of what it was.

Once infested, it was unable to be gotten rid of even if they committed suicide or fled back to their original universe. It would entangle with them.

In fact Chu Feng really did want to attack them with the green leather calabash turned towards them and release the grey substance. But he was also worried that these people's spirits would bring large amounts of the grey substance back to their original universe. It would create a major catastrophe and involve others.

As a result he restrained himself in the end.

"Mn, I understand, you're scared that the grey substance will plague our universe, therefore you don't dare to use it on us rashly?" Daoist Jin Lin was the first to come to see the truth.

The Winged Godhead nodded and said, "That's right. Although you possess the black Soul Bell and can forcefully keep our spirits behind, that grey substance could taint your Soul Bell in the same way."

"Brother Chu, how about this? You go on down your Yang passageway and we'll go on our difficult path so everyone minds their own business?" Shi Hong opened his mouth.

"From here on I'll bid you farewell, goodbye!" Daoist Jin Lin cupped his hands in salutation and smiled as he said this.

"Brother Chu, farewell!" Heavenly Golden Spider, the young master from the White Phoenix clan were also smiling and turned to leave.

"You think I can't deal with you without using the grey substance? When I first came to this world I could single-handedly beat you all, let alone now?!"

Chu Feng was rather calm. Then he lifted his hand and grabbed forwards. He was going to fight them all by himself.

With a 'whoosh' sound Yin-Yang qi circulated and transformed into Yin-Yang Light. This was a wonderful technique on par with the divine multi-colored brilliance. It swept forwards with enormous might!

Bang!

The young master from the White Phoenix clan roared. His spirit beam shook vehemently as he transformed into a white phoenix, charging towards the Yin-Yang Light that was dashing towards them. In the end he was beaten with a blood-curdling shriek. His feathers swirled in the air and he coughed out a big mouthful of spirit blood as he was sent flying.

Daosit Jin Lin's eyes twinkled and he said in a low voice, "He has rare treasures from both Yin and Yang worlds!"

How could he not be surprised? The Dao Race background was profound but had only managed to prepare one of the World's Rare Treasures as it was too hard to come by.

As such he had gone down the path of breaking a myriad of techniques with a single technique.

As far as he was aware others did not have this level of worldly and rare treasures. Even the embodiment of Ying Zhexian's divine multi-colored brilliance could only be considered as a near-treasure. It was far from the rarest item in the world.

Jin Lin had already chosen to attack Chu Feng and was also thinking over this side of things. This was because he had heard that Chu Feng had mastered Yin-Yang Light. He believed he possessed World's Rare Treasures so he wanted to use this opportunity to hijack them.

Now he had seen it with his own eyes!

In fact Chu Feng had his attention fixed on Jin Lin for a while too. Earlier he had heard Ying Zhexian mention among their generation it could only be confirmed that Daoist Jin Lin possessed one of the World's Rare Treasures, a material used to master the Wonderful Seven Treasures Technique!

Chu Feng had already gather two of such materials, so naturally he wouldn't pass up on the material Jin Lin possessed!

"Hehe… Jin Lin, thank you!" Chu Feng said with a smile.

Instantly Jin Lin was trembling with fear.

At the edge of the world the Little Daoist and the others had found Yaoyao. They were now rushing to the scene at an extreme speed.

"Brother, you must persevere and survive!" Many were praying for him.

"Father… Father!" The Little Daoist was even crying out loud with tears, deeply hurt. In the end he even yelled loudly, "Father, I've forgotten again… you haven't drawn a will up yet!"

"My brother's son, don't howl anymore. If in a moment your father comes out healthy and active he will beat you up for sure!" Beside him, the big black yak warned him.

"How could that be! It's been a long time. He definitely won't be able to persist." Following this the Little Daoist cried out again and said, "Father… how tragic it is for you. Even if your talents go unmatched, it is after all a road of ruin if you go facing a quasi-sage before you mature. I'm so depressed, I forgot to make you draw up a will again. Boo hoo...in the end what is our treasured heirloom and where is it? Father, manifest yourself as a spirit of the deceased and come and tell me!"

"Pow pow!"

"Ouch! Mother, don't hit me!"

"Son of my brother, I have a premonition that in a moment your father will beat your buttocks up into eighteen parts!" The old donkey said in an assured manner.