Nearby, rocks and gravel were everywhere.
The wind swept up the sand and dust, forming a whirlwind. Chu Feng stood there motionlessly. How could he accept this? This kind of grievous news was too cruel!
In the end, he let out a loud cry and madly ran away like a wounded beast. This kind of cruel ending made his entire body tremble.
Chu Feng let out a low roar and increased his speed, bringing about a violent gale that immediately sent sand and stones flying.
He disappeared in the blink of an eye and left this area before arriving at the outer region!
Chu Feng searched the wasteland. Whether it was from his emotions or from the harsh reality, he was unwilling to believe it. He wanted to get to the bottom of this and find out what was going on.
There were living beings in the wasteland, but there were very few of them. However, Chu Feng quickly locked onto a Four-winged Flying Rhinoceros in the outer region with his keen and powerful divine senses. He rushed over in a split second.
The Four-winged Flying Rhinoceros that was entirely golden in color was very vigilant. When it saw a human-shaped gale engulfing it with sand and stones, it let out a roar and spread its golden wings to rapidly soar into the sky.
Whoosh!
Chu Feng moved later but arrived first and blocked its path. He pressed forward with one hand and immediately subdued it.
"Don't kill me. I'm very pitiful. My clansmen were all slaughtered and I escaped to this place with a narrow escape. If I die, my clan will be exterminated," the Four-winged Flying Rhinoceros said with a trembling voice. This was a cloudeater realm creature and its strength could already be considered pretty good. However, it was far inferior to the Chu Feng before their eyes.
Chu Feng stared at it and concealed his sorrowful emotions. He said, "Let me ask you, is the Martial God still on Vicious Beast Plateau?"
"Martial God? It's a very ancient name. This seems to be a god that died a long time ago. He should have been dead for several hundred years, "the Four-winged Flying Rhinoceros replied cautiously while trembling with fear.
When he heard this information, Chu Feng's body swayed and he almost fell head first from midair.
He felt an indescribable pain in his heart. At first, he was still holding onto some hope and thought that the words carved on the stone tablet weren't real. However, when he came out to seek confirmation, he suffered a head-on blow.
How he wished that the Martial God was still alive, even if he was an enemy!
If that God was still alive, he would be able to overturn his earlier speculations, and all the tragedies would not have happened.
Now, a simple sentence from the golden Flying Rhinoceros had torn apart the hope in his heart, turning all his hopes to ashes, and he was overwhelmed with grief.
Chu Feng's extended hand was trembling, and he no longer suppressed the golden rhinoceros. His soul light swayed as he said, "What era is it now? Have you heard of Chu Wuhen?"
"It's the one hundred and twenty-first year of the Devil God calendar now. His Majesty the Devil God has been ruling the Vicious Beast Plateau for over a hundred years," answered the golden four-winged rhinoceros.
At the same time, it was very scared, and its voice was slightly trembling as it said, "Chu Wuhen should have been dead for more than a hundred years. He was a god that was personally killed by the Demonic God. In his later years … he died very miserably!"
In an instant, the divine light in Chu Feng's eyes erupted. He couldn't help but clench his fists tightly. After that, he roared towards the sky. He felt a pain that tore his heart and lungs apart.
This is real, everything is real!
Earlier on, he was still telling himself that everything was an illusion and that everything was fake. It shouldn't be like this, and it couldn't be like this!
But reality was cruel, and the truth was cruel. It made his heart bleed, and he was already about to go crazy.
His son Chu Wuhen's last words appeared in front of his eyes again. They were actually so glaring. The Little Daoist came to offer sacrifices to him for the last time, and he left behind his last words!
"Father, it's been seven hundred and fifty years. This should be the last time I come to see you in this lifetime. My life is about to reach its end …"
"Father, goodbye. Or perhaps I should say that I'll never see you again like this. His son Chu Wuhen's last words!"
Chu Feng's eyes surged with tears unceasingly. He was thinking about those words and those messages. Chu Wuhen was already old at that time, and he knew that he was going to die. He was going to be replaced by a new god, and he was going to be killed.
"The Demonic God killed Chu Wuhen?!" asked Chu Feng. His tone was very agitated, and his entire body was trembling. He was itching to tear apart the blue dome of heaven.
He had seen those past events on the rocks. His son had once said that the strangeness and decay had already happened to him. After he entered his twilight years, his blood and qi had dried up, and he wanted to end his life on his own. He wanted to choose a place where no one was around to end his life.
But in the end, Chu Wuhen was still killed and swallowed by that Demonic God!
"Yes, the Demonic God locked onto that old god whose strength had plummeted in advance and didn't allow him to escape. He attacked thunderously and killed him in front of an abyss. He refined all of his Divinity Granules and Ancestral Daoist matter on the spot."
The Flying Rhinoceros's scalp went numb as he muttered. He didn't dare to look at Chu Feng. He was so scared that he almost went limp.
"Little Daoist …" whispered Chu Feng. He really felt very pained. Even though this son of his had repeatedly opposed him, he was still his son in the end. Moreover, from the carvings on those rocks, Chu Wuhen was very affectionate, yet he actually died so miserably.
"What kind of god is Chu Wuhen?" asked Chu Feng while enduring his grief.
"He calls himself the Celestial Venerable and not a god. Everyone calls him the Celestial Venerable," answered the golden rhinoceros cautiously.
"Demonic God, I'm going to kill you and exterminate your entire clan!" At this moment, Chu Feng was almost demonized. His eyes were incomparably deep and almost pitch-black.
The voice he let out wasn't very loud, but it was bone-piercingly cold as it invaded one's bones and soul.
It was too painful. The Little Daoist died very miserably. In the end, he couldn't even end his life on his own. He was targeted by the new god and was swallowed alive.
"My son!" whispered Chu Feng. Then, he suddenly faced the sky and roared loudly like a great Demon King!
"I'm going to bathe this world in blood and exterminate the entire Vicious Beast Plateau. You gods deserve to die!" This kind of declaration and this kind of terrifying voice shook this region.
The mountain rocks on the ground rolled and the soil cracked.
The Four-Winged Flying Rhinoceros was so frightened that its entire body trembled. It immediately knelt down and said in a low voice, "Don't shout anymore. If someone hears it and His Majesty the Demonic God finds out, we'll all die. We won't be able to live on."
It was unknown how much time had passed before Chu Feng gradually calmed down. He descended to the ground with the golden rhinoceros and asked, "Have you heard of a woman called Qin Luoyin?"
"I've heard of her. I think she's the Celestial Venerable's mother. She died very early."
"What about Ying Zhexian?"
"I've also heard of her. Back then, she and the Celestial Venerable's mother were called peerless beauties. Their names shook the world."
…
Chu Feng casually asked. He listened to the old events of the past and thought of those people. Over eight hundred years had already passed in this world in the few days he had spent. He felt incomparably regretful and sad. Things remained the same, but people had changed. His heart was sorrowful.
Chu Feng abandoned the Four-Winged Flying Rhinoceros and turned around to rush toward the millstone region. He disappeared from the wasteland in a split second and passed through the hilly region before arriving at this quiet land again.
As he stood in front of these rocks and looked at the words engraved with the wind and frost of time, Chu Feng found it difficult to control his emotions. His entire person was absent-minded and his heart was truly in too much pain.
Not long ago, he rushed out from this place. He was still doubtful and still had some hope. He wanted to prove that those things that happened were illusory and fake. However, reality was so cruel. After the scars were opened, it was bloody and even more painful!
No matter what, Chu Feng found it hard to accept. It was too sudden and he wasn't mentally prepared at all. The impact on him was really too great.
Tears blurred his eyes. In a daze, those people's voices, faces, and smiling faces appeared before his eyes again.
But they were all dead and had already passed away. This caused Chu Feng's heart to ache as though his heart had been scratched by the sharp claws of a large bird of prey. He was trembling and his soul light violently undulated. It was flickering indeterminately. He wanted to roar and shout loudly between heaven and earth.
How could it be like this? Those people and those things seemed to still be yesterday.
But after a short separation, when he returned, the blue sea had already turned into mulberry fields. Things remained the same, but the people had changed. There wasn't a single person left. Even his son, who had always opposed him, had already perished. Furthermore, his ending was so miserable.
He couldn't see them anymore. Once they parted, it was 800 years. It was a parting of death. Those people had thoroughly dissipated from this world.
Chu Feng let out a low roar. Soon after, he roared loudly again, shaking this part of the world. After that, he raised his fist and smashed it towards the sky. He couldn't bear it any longer. He wished he could immediately kill his way to the Vicious Beast Plateau and kill the Demonic God!
At the same time, he really wanted to kill the Martial God with his own hands. But even this kind of enemy had died in the passage of time and he couldn't see them anymore.
"Not a single one of you survived. Why has the vortex that returned to our own universe disappeared?!" Chu Feng's breathing was hurried.
If that vortex still existed, these people could return even if they died. They could still reappear in their original universe.
But now, once they died, they would truly disappear forever. He wouldn't be able to see them again in this lifetime.
This kind of pain and this kind of gloomy and sorrowful feeling was hard to describe. Chu Feng let out a loud roar. He wanted to fight with people and kill until the end of time. He didn't want to be immersed in this kind of sorrow.
His roar filled the entire world. It was like a lone wolf howling in grief and howling at the moon. In the end, he came back trembling and stood in front of these rocks where the engraved words were left behind.
He used his hand to stroke them and carefully touched the words on the ice-cold rocks. It was as though he was stroking one fresh and lively face after another. Those people appeared before his eyes again.
He didn't speak for a very long time. He was silent with soul tears hanging on his face. In the end, stone fragments swirled in the air. He engraved words on the bottom of every rock in response to the messages he left back then.
Every single one of them condensed his heart's blood and contained his emotions. It was as though he was seeing those old friends again and was conversing with them.
The cold, tranquil, and otherworldly Ying Zhexian, the mischievous and eccentric silver-haired lolita, his good brother Ouyang Feng who always looked at people with slanted eyes, and Qin Luoyin who was unhappy all her life and was looking in the direction of the millstone at the last moment of her life …
Chu Feng was conversing with them as he engraved words on the rocks. He told them everything in his heart and communicated with them. He felt as though he had crossed over life and death and cut apart yin and yang to see them again.
For a moment, tears filled Chu Feng's eyes as he felt great sorrow.
He was really hurt and in great pain. He felt as though the entire world had withered up. There was no longer any joy or smiling faces and the sky was dark.
Stone fragments swirled in the air as he responded to those messages one by one.
In the end, when he saw the Little Daoist's handwriting and thought about how miserable his death was, Chu Feng felt stifled in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.
He kept on engraving until the ground was covered in stone powder. It was as though he was conversing with father and son across time and space. He wrote down the family heirloom treasure that the Little Daoist couldn't forget and had always been thinking about. He told him where it was hidden in the starry sky.
All of a sudden, Chu Feng felt something peculiar. He spread out his divine senses and discovered a cloud and mist floating in the distant sky.
"Son, since you're so concerned about the treasure, it's useless even if I engrave it for you to see. You can't sense it in the underworld, so I'll burn it all for you!"
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