There was an aqua-blue star in the starry sky. It was like a diamond embedded in the night sky, glistening and beautiful.
It was named the Xilin Star, a planet that looked very similar to ancient Earth. After the ancient war, the Deity race had gifted this planet to the Xilin clan.
Now, it was already a super vital planet. Under the Xilin clan's management, it had become a dazzling planet in the starry sky.
That was because the Xilin clan's overall talent was astonishing. Even though they were just a group that had split from ancient Earth, they had developed to an extremely prosperous stage.
Outside the Xilin Star, above the moon.
Wei Heng was entertaining guests. His skin was fair and his face was incomparably handsome, albeit a bit feminine. His temperament was outstanding and unforgettable.
"The head is here. It's guaranteed to be fresh and the source of life is still there. If used, it'll be extremely beneficial to the recovery of one's evolutionary foundation."
Wei Heng had a smile on his face. Back then, he was ranked ninth under the starry sky, stunning the ancient times. One had to know that during that period, there were Yaoyao and the Nine Orifices Tribulation Physique. Yet, he had forcibly stood in the top ten and shook the starry sky.
After so many years, whether it was in the history books or in the hearts of the old antiques, that period was indisputably the golden age of the universe.
There was a jar on the jade table in front of Wei Heng. It looked very ordinary, but it attracted the attention of the people present. They were all staring at it.
"Is Changming sealed in there?" someone asked.
"Correct, Uncle Ming's head is inside. Back then, I used salt from the mother planet to preserve it and sealed it in the jar," Wei Heng said calmly.
He was very young. Time didn't leave any traces on his face because he was a top-notch saint. There were even rumors that he was already breaking through to the heaven-illuminator realm.
"Who would've thought that even the famous Changming Saint would fall to Brother Wei's hands. I'm impressed," someone beside him exclaimed with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Uncle Ming is very powerful, but he's old. He's been working hard for so many years and has neglected his cultivation. I'm doing this for his own good. I preserved him so he could rest."
Wei Heng spoke indifferently with a look of disapproval. In his eyes, there was no one else who could rival him except the heaven-illuminators!
In reality, the few people in the room were very afraid of him. They felt that Wei Heng was ruthless and could do anything once he turned hostile.
Chang Ming, also known as Uncle Ming, was a saint from ancient Earth. He had watched Yaoyao and Wei Heng grow up. He had even given Wei Heng pointers and treated him very well.
In a sense, Uncle Ming was his first teacher. But once they went against each other and the Xilin clan betrayed Earth, Wei Heng became merciless.
Last time, Uncle Ming had appeared in the starry sky and dug up a nest of starcore turtle eggs. He had Yaoyao give them to Chu Feng to help him lay the most solid and thick evolutionary foundation.
However, after giving away the nest of Quasi-Divine Beast eggs, Uncle Ming was unfortunately targeted by Wei Heng. After searching for him many times, Wei Heng finally found him.
In the end, Uncle Ming died.
Back then, the ninth under the starry skies, Wei Heng, had personally cut off the head of his first teacher, Uncle Ming, and preserved it in a jar with salt. He had even brought it to the mother planet to threaten Yaoyao and make her go to the outer realms.
At that time, Chu Feng had witnessed it with his own eyes. He was furious and helpless because he really couldn't deal with Wei Heng. This ninth under the starry skies was unbeatable.
Now, Wei Heng was using Uncle Ming's salted head to make a deal.
"Can you open the jar and let me have a look?" Asked a man with a head full of fiery red hair. Although there was a faint flame on the surface of his body, he exuded a cold aura.
He was the Nine Yin Sparrow, a former quasi-sage and also an ancient heavenly knight. He was notorious for being cold-blooded and bloodthirsty. When he invaded earth a few months ago, he was heavily injured by the domains and his quasi-sage cultivation was severed.
There were a few people accompanying him. One of them was very dignified. His face was as sharp as a knife, and every strand of his hair was sparkling. His eyes were like a bottomless abyss.
He was Yuwen Chengkong, also a heavenly knight back then. Now, he was a saint and the Nine Yin Sparrow's sworn brother.
Back then, this group of heavenly knights was more vicious and ruthless than the last. Although some of them had died of old age and some were injured, those who were still alive were all fierce and incomparably powerful.
Several months ago, Chu Feng had killed their descendants. For instance, Zhu Wuque and Yuwen Feng. They were the successors chosen by the Nine Yin Sparrow and Yuwen Chengkong.
"No problem, we'll have to inspect the goods first." Wei Heng smiled faintly, but it made everyone's hearts palpitate.
The Xilin clan's current prestige was due to the heaven-illuminator Wei Xilin and the contributions of a peerless saint like Wei Heng!
The jar was opened and a salty smell wafted out. Inside was a head with white hair and blood. His face was old and full of wrinkles.
"Uncle Ming, wake up. Don't rest anymore," Wei Heng called out. His words were gentle, but this kind of behavior made people even more afraid of him.
The old man opened his eyes in a daze. Even a powerful saint who had been tortured and pickled in such a manner was in great pain and barely hanging on to life.
The old man's hair was white and his turbid eyes were dim without any radiance. Finally, he woke up and sighed after seeing Wei Heng.
He looked at Wei Heng and thought of his younger self. One was feminine and handsome, the other tender and intelligent. The two gradually overlapped and he felt very sad.
This was also his student. Back then, he, Yaoyao and another boy had followed him, learning fist and sword techniques. It was as if it was only yesterday.
Uncle Ming had high hopes for Wei Heng, but he had never expected the cruel affairs of the world. The Xilin clan had betrayed them, and the young Wei Heng had also left resolutely. Now, he was even treating him like this.
Uncle Ming's physical pain was far from comparable to the heartache. Back then, he had loved this child so much that he had taught him how to read and write. In the end, this child had personally beheaded him and pickled him in a jar.
"Uncle Ming, did you have a good sleep?" There was a smile on Wei Heng's handsome and feminine face. He looked very amiable.
Uncle Ming didn't want to speak. What else could he say under such circumstances? He only felt sad. They were both heaven-bestowed children back then, but Yaoyao was so sentimental.
"I wonder how Yaoyao is doing." In the end, Uncle Ming muttered to himself. He was very worried about Yaoyao. The heavens were jealous of the heroic genius. She was known as the most stunning genius since ancient times, yet she had fallen to such a state. Could that child really be resurrected? Uncle Ming felt anxious every time he thought of her.
A cold glint flashed through Wei Heng's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He said with a smile, "Yaoyao has already entered the broken universe in the primal chaos. I know you want to know her current situation, so there's no harm in telling you. She was brought out of Earth by Uncle Sagemaster's corpse containing a remnant soul. You must be very happy, right?"
Uncle Ming's murky old eyes immediately lit up like a torch. His dispirited spirit immediately became vigorous.
"Oh, they've been here before. But my ancestor Wei Xilin is also a heaven-illuminator. They can't take advantage of this illuminated land, the home ground of the Xilin Planet. Moreover, the ancestors of the Deity Race, Netherworld Race, and other orthodoxies have already laid out an inescapable net. He almost fell into the trap, but unfortunately, he escaped in the end."
After hearing this, Uncle Ming was happy and worried at the same time. His expression was complicated.
Wei Heng sneered and said, "Don't look at the broken universe in the primal chaos. It doesn't look like they're having an easy time. There are innate gods of the primal chaos and lost races there. Now, the world is in great chaos."
"Only chaos can break the fixed order. Only then can there be hope." Uncle Ming wasn't worried.
Wei Heng said, "Uncle Ming, I woke you up today to let you be completely free. I feel that you've lived from ancient times until now. You're too tired. It's better for you to live in eternal peace."
"You're finally going to act against me." Uncle Ming was very calm. He had long since expected such a day.
Wei Heng shook his head and said with a faint smile, "No, no, no! How can I act against my first teacher? I've always respected my teachers. Uncle Ming, I plan to sell you to the Nine Yin Sparrow. His quasi-sage foundation was destroyed by the domains on Earth and he's now half-crippled. He needs a saint's origin to undergo tribulation and recover his cultivation. "
"Oh, not bad." The former heavenly knight, a ruthless character with hands stained with blood, and the current saint Yuwen Chengkong spoke. He nodded and acknowledged that Uncle Ming's origin could still be used.
The Nine Yin Sparrow's fiery red hair danced in the wind. His eyes grew brighter and brighter like surging lava. He was very satisfied. He licked his scarlet lips and said, "The goods seem to be of high quality. I've decided to buy them!"
This was a transaction, and the goods were Uncle Ming!
The people present were all very powerful. They were either quasi-sages or saints.
Uncle Ming knew the Nine Yin Sparrow and Yuwen Chengkong. He knew that they had committed countless evil deeds. Now, he was going to become their origin to recover his cultivation. His heart was filled with grief and indignation, but he was also powerless and helpless.
In the end, he remained silent and didn't say anything.
Wei Heng smiled, but it was a little cruel as he said, "Uncle Ming, go in peace. You're too tired after so many years. The mother planet has been destroyed, and there's no more hope. What kind of storm can those few kittens and puppies do now? How laughable. Therefore, you don't have to work hard and secretly exert your strength. In the future, our Xilin clan will return to the mother planet and rebuild it. At that time, the mother planet will rise again and shine with splendor. That's where hope lies. "
The Nine Yin Sparrow produced a small piece of metal. It emitted a dazzling radiance and handed it to Wei Heng. The transaction was completed.
That was a very small piece of mottled and impure mother metal. However, it was still priceless and could move the hearts of peerless experts.
"Very good!" Wei Heng nodded because he had profited greatly from this transaction. Under normal circumstances, how could there be mother metal circulating in the world?
In the universe's starry skies, a spaceship was traveling in the dark. It didn't dare to enter any star domain with life and had been sneaking around.
"Let me tell you, the most hated and hated races in the Netherworld are the Xilin clan, the Deity Race, the Netherworld Race, the Spirit Race, the Machine Race, and so on. There are also the Heavenly Knights. They're worse than pigs and dogs. They've done all kinds of evil deeds and everyone has the right to punish them.
Chu Feng was instilling Lady Xi with the "correct" view of the world, life, and values to survive in this universe. He was so excited that he couldn't wait to take action.
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