The Sacred Ruins

The lid of the cauldron was opened and a small world was formed within.

The blood mist was churning with dense life energy and was rapidly overflowing. It carried a faint bloody smell and waves of cold and desolate aura.

Chu Feng was frozen on the spot. The vigorous life energy he sensed was absorbed by the demon ancestor’s cauldron from the Nirvana Land and wasn’t emitted by the Blood Mist.

In an instant, Chu Feng felt cold from head to toe. He couldn’t feel the familiar aura of his old friends. Without their marks, he couldn’t see their soul light.

His ears buzzed and his vision turned black. Golden Stars appeared and blood flowed silently from the corner of his mouth. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Chu Feng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn’t breathe. He was about to suffocate to death. He couldn’t hear anything and his vision was pitch-black. He held the cauldron weakly and his body was trembling.

He had once harbored some hope, but now it had turned into despair.

He had always been anxious and uneasy, but when the lid of the cauldron was removed and this cruel truth was revealed, it was still difficult for him to bear.

He couldn’t hear anything. His ears were deaf and he couldn’t see anything in his blurry eyes. There was only pain in his heart and he felt as if he had been sealed in an isolated dark space.

Chu Feng’s Adam’s apple was moving, but he could only make a hoarse sound.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. There were no tears, only pain. His soul was about to suffocate. The Soul Light was dim as he sank into endless darkness.

He couldn’t break free and felt endless suffering. He walked alone in the Sea of despair. There was no end to the dark space and the Faint Sea of pain. He felt as if he was going to die.

“Live. I just want you all to Live!”

His voice was hoarse and his body was trembling. He felt helpless and hopeless. This was completely different from the past him.

He had never been so weak before. He was like a child. No one would have thought that this was demon Chu. His legs couldn’t support his body and his entire body was about to collapse.

His physical body couldn’t bear his soul light. It flickered violently and blood dripped from his mouth, nose, and ears. Soon after, two lines of blood slid down from his lifeless eyes.

Chu Feng wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. He was like an injured beast trapped in a desperate land. He couldn’t feel anything in the outside world and was truly sealed in darkness.

He unconsciously held onto the cauldron. It was as if his soul had lost its way and couldn’t find its way back. His mouth was gurgling, but it wasn’t a cry or a laugh. It was just an uncomfortable hoarse cry.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Chu Feng could breathe. He struggled out of the darkness and panted heavily. His entire body was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were soaked through.

There was only blood mist in the cauldron. There were no living entities. Neither his parents nor yellow ox had survived. They were all dead.

The Demon Ancestor’s cauldron was silent. There were no words.

How could this be? Even though he had the worst guess, it had really happened. His heart was still as if it was being wrung by a knife. He felt so uncomfortable that he was about to faint.

“Father, mother, Yellow Ox...”

Chu Feng called out their names. Tears finally flowed down and he recovered the corresponding bodily functions. He wanted to cry and Howl. Everyone was dead.

“Where is the Soul Light? where is their true spirit? !”He searched desperately in the cauldron and the bloody mist, but he saw nothing.

Chu Feng was like a wounded beast that had lost everything. He was trapped on his own island and was howling with ear-splitting pain. His heart was filled with grief and he couldn’t control himself.

He knelt down on one knee. He really hoped that he was just an ordinary person who could live a peaceful life with everyone.

Now, there was nothing left but himself. His parents’faces, warm words, concerned gazes, and the voices and smiles of the others all surfaced. It was as if it was yesterday.

After a long time, Chu Feng staggered out of the dragon’s nest and suddenly leaped into the eastern sea. He didn’t move in the icy cold water as he followed the waves and left unconsciously.

During this time, some sea beasts swam over. Only then did they open their bloody mouths and leave in fear, stirring up large waves of wind and waves.

Chu Feng didn’t move. He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep forever. He wasn’t willing to wake up. Once again, he isolated himself from the world in his heart. All his thoughts and thoughts were those people.

Boom!

A long time later, a spiritual mountain at the bottom of the sea shook violently. This was the embodiment of an intense recovery. It was like an active volcano erupting. A large area of spiritual energy tide appeared and attacked Chu Feng who had drifted here.

He opened his eyes. They were dim and lifeless, but in the end, he stood up. He was in a daze and walked alone. He was incomparably lonely and desolate as he headed towards the Dragon’s lair.

He was hurt and sorrowful, but he couldn’t cry. He was silent as he walked towards the place that made his heart ache. He wouldn’t run away, but it was truly unbearable. His heart was in great pain.

In the Dragon Lair’s nirvana, the demon ancestor’s cauldron stood tall. It was still there and could only sigh at this result.

Chu Feng knew from the very beginning that the chances of success were slim. Tai Wu once said that only a heavenly venerate could save those people at the best time, and there were no heavenly venerates in the Netherworld!

However, he still held onto some hope. He didn’t ask for all of them to be resurrected, but he hoped that a few of them could reappear, even if it was just a remnant soul.

Now, there was nothing left.

“When we were in the Great Abyss, their soul light was dissipating, but there was still some left. Is there not even a bit left now?”

“It’s broken down and turned into an energy substance. It’s wandering in the cauldron and is no longer a soul light,”the demon ancestor’s cauldron informed.

Chu Feng was dejected and couldn’t speak.

He observed carefully and sensed this energy substance. His heart immediately turned cold. This was similar to Qin Luoyin’s death. She no longer had a true spirit.

Qin Luoyin’s soul light was also supposed to be broken down, but it was corroded by the golden substance and stuck together. It didn’t disperse, but her true spirit had already dispersed.

“You’re all gone...”Chu Feng cried silently. During these few days, his life had gone through great ups and downs. He had experienced the most difficult and difficult darkness.

“Leave these materials behind. Don’t bury them. I want to revive them,”Chu Feng whispered. There was disappointment and sadness in his voice. He had lost the sharpness of the past.

The soul light dissipated and divided into energy materials. In the end, these didn’t disappear into the world. They were suppressed within the cauldron by the demon ancestor. Chu Feng held the last thread of hope and waited for the dawn.

In the end, the demon ancestor’s cauldron shrank and discussed with Chu Feng. It wanted to enter the stone box and sleep. It felt that this was the most precious treasure of the Yang realm and that it was a weapon of the netherworld. It wanted to use this to sense and see if it could recover.

Chu Feng nodded, took everything and left.

After that, he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t even shed a tear. Just like that, he set off alone. He stood in the eastern sea and couldn’t see the Dragoness or the figure on Mount Eternal. He turned around and left.

It was just that his back was somewhat lonely. He was gloomy and didn’t say anything.

Chu Feng returned to the continent. It was quiet and desolate. This was his own lonely journey and no one could accompany him. Those clowns from back then would never appear again.

He returned to the small town at the foot of Mount Taihang. He returned to his own two-story house. Yellow Ox had lived here for a long time. It was very cold now.

It was already late at night. Chu Feng did not turn on the lights.

He came to the roof and looked at the dim starlight. He was in a daze and full of sorrow.

He grew up here as a child and then moved away from this small town with his parents.

Chu Feng lay on the roof without making a sound. He thought back to when he was young, when his parents took care of him here. They were afraid that he would be cold and hot. They cared for him in all kinds of ways and watched him grow up.

Those warm scenes and those two amiable faces seemed to appear in front of him again. He reached out to touch them, just like when he was young, but there was nothing there.

His hands were empty, only the cold night.

Tears rolled down from the corners of Chu Feng’s eyes. He lay there silently.

When the sky was about to brighten, he returned to his room. He returned to his parents’bedroom and sat there without saying a word.

He stayed there for three days, constantly recalling every detail of his past. All the memories from when he was young were replayed in his heart. It was as if he had accompanied his parents on another journey and lived together for more than twenty years.

Then, he left silently. No one knew that he had returned to his home in this small town.

Chu Feng walked to the foot of Taihang Mountain. This was the first time he and Zhou Quan had met Yellow Ox. At that time, Yellow Ox was very mysterious and torturous. Zhou Quan was so angry that he called it demon ox.

It was also yellow ox who had brought Chu feng onto the path of cultivation. He began to evolve during the early stages of the world’s metamorphosis and the recovery of the mountains and rivers.

His life had begun to change from here.

However, Yellow Ox was no longer with him. Zhou Quan had also died and turned into a bloody mist. Even his soul light had disintegrated.

He really wanted to see them again. When they were together, there was always joy and laughter. But now, he couldn’t even speak. All he had was the aura of death.

Chu Feng left and walked through the mountains and forests. He traveled westward and arrived at Kunlun. He sat on top of a mountain and quietly watched the sunrise.

Back then, he drank in large bowls, ate large pieces of meat, and drank heartily with his brothers. Even the old llama and the old grandmaster Wu Qifeng couldn’t avoid being dragged into the water and raised their cups.

But now, the mountain wind blew past, leaving behind a desolate atmosphere. Chu Feng took out a wine jar and poured cup after cup of wine. He drank one cup and sprinkled it on the ground as a memorial.

“Brothers who share life and death, where are you all? Who can fight alongside me into the Yang-realm?”

His words were blown away by the wind, leaving behind only a whimper.

Chu Feng looked at the Bright Red Sun, but he didn’t feel any warmth. He was very cold and lonely here, all alone.

Sitting on the mountain, his thoughts returned to the past. During the Great War between the east and the west, it was at the foot of this mountain that the Mastiff King roared in anger. He fought the Arctic king and the ROC king spread his wings and chased after the black dragon.

The black yak contacted various parties and invited experts from all over the east. After the great battle, everyone chased after him and charged towards the west.

It was also at that time that they got to know the unscrupulous Siberian tiger. Not long after, the Tiger King helped Chu Feng fight Schiller on Mount Longhu and became friends through thick and thin. It was only later on that their relationship grew closer and closer, the Tiger King also became a member of Mount Kunlun.

There was also the old donkey bared his big teeth and long ears, as well as Ouyang Feng, who was always looking at people with slanted eyes and constantly spitting saliva. They were all people who joined Kunlun later on. Just thinking of them made people smile.

But now, the mountain was silent.

Everyone was no longer here.

Not long ago, this place was still extremely glorious. On the eve of the people of the yang-realm crossing over, all the races in the starry skies dispatched envoys to pay their respects.

It seemed to be flourishing, but in the end, it had changed overnight.

Before the disaster arrived, Qin Luoyin had brought the young Daoist to earth to warn Chu Feng. The divination grandmaster had sensed something was wrong and predicted that the sky would crack. As expected, everything had come true.

Chu Feng was lost in thought. He felt sad and regretful. The young Daoist was still here, but after Qin luoyin came to deliver the letter and warned him to be careful, she met with misfortune not long after.

At this time, he truly had a heart full of grief and indignation. He sat there and clenched his fists tightly. He was dejected and sorrowful.

His parents, wife, and friends all left one by one. Although there were still many people and evolvers in this vast world, he felt incomparably lonely.

Chu Feng left Kunlun with sparkling eyes.

A long time later, he stood by the riverbank. Back then, he had brought Qin Luoyin and the young Taoist down the Yangtze River to admire the scenery and see all the famous mountains and rivers.

Chu Feng felt very tired as he walked here. It was mainly because he was mentally and spiritually tired.

He lay on a bamboo raft and descended along the river. He didn’t care or care and drifted wherever he went. He raised his head to look at the sky and saw the figures of his parents, relatives, friends, and Qin Luoyin once again, he didn’t want to move at all.

He lay on the bamboo raft and left along the river. This was a lonely journey for him. In the end, tears silently fell from Chu Feng’s eyes. He just looked at the sky and didn’t want to do anything.

His heart was broken. He missed those people, but he couldn’t cry out loud.

All the tears would come to an end today. He felt that he wouldn’t have time to cry in the future. This was his final farewell.