The lid of the cauldron opened and a small world was formed inside.
A bloody mist accompanied by dense life energy was churning and overflowing rapidly. It carried a faint smell of blood as well as waves of cold and desolate aura.
Chu Feng froze on the spot. The vigorous life energy he sensed was absorbed by the ancestral demon's cauldron from the land of rebirth and not emitted by the bloody mist.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng felt a chill from head to toe. He couldn't feel the familiar aura of his old friends. He didn't have their imprints and he couldn't see their soul light.
His ears were buzzing and his vision was turning black. He was seeing stars and blood flowed silently from the corner of his mouth. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Chu Feng felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate to death. He couldn't hear anything and everything in front of him was pitch-black. He supported the large cauldron powerlessly and his body was trembling.
He once harbored some hope but now it had turned into despair.
He had always been anxious and uneasy in his heart. But when the lid of the cauldron was opened and this extremely cruel truth was exposed, it was still difficult for him to bear.
He couldn't hear anything. Both his ears were deaf and his eyes were blurry. He couldn't see anything and there was only pain in his heart. He felt like he was sealed in an isolated dark space.
Chu Feng's Adam's apple moved but he could only make a hoarse sound.
He couldn't cry even if he wanted to. There were no tears and only pain. His soul was about to suffocate and his soul light dimmed as he sank into endless darkness.
He couldn't struggle free and only felt endless suffering. He was walking alone in the sea of despair. There was no end to the dark space and the faint sea of bitterness. He felt like he was about to die.
"Live, I only want you 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 like a child. No one would have thought that this was Demon King Chu. His legs couldn't support his body and he was about to collapse.
His corporeal body couldn't bear his soul light and was flickering violently. Blood was dripping from his mouth, nose, and ears. After that, two streaks 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 land of despair. He couldn't feel anything in the outside world, and he was really sealed in darkness.
He unconsciously supported the big cauldron. It was as if his soul had lost itself and could not find its way back. His mouth made a muffled sound, but it was neither crying nor laughing. It was just a kind of uncomfortable hoarse cry.
After an unknown period of time, Chu Feng was finally able to breathe again. He struggled out of the darkness, gasping for air. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and his clothes were completely soaked.
There was only a bloody mist inside the cauldron. There were no living beings. Whether it was his parents or the Yellow Cattle, none of them had survived. They had all died.
The Ancestral Demon Cauldron remained silent and did not say anything.
How could this be? Even though he had guessed the worst, it really happened. He still felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart, and he almost fainted.
"Dad, Mom, Yellow cattle …"
Chu Feng called out their names. His tears finally flowed down as he recovered the corresponding bodily functions. He wanted to cry and howl. Everyone had died.
"Where is their soul light? Where are their true spirits?!" He searched with all his might. He searched the cauldron and the bloody mist, but he didn't see anything.
Chu Feng was like an injured beast that had lost everything and was trapped on his own island. He howled deafeningly. He felt great sorrow in his heart, and it was difficult for him to restrain himself.
He knelt on one knee here. He truly wished that he was just an ordinary person, and that he could spend his life peacefully and peacefully with everyone else.
Now, there was nothing left. He was the only one left. His parents' faces, warm words, concerned gazes, and the voices and smiles of other people all emerged as if it was only yesterday.
After a long time, Chu Feng staggered and left the dragon nest. After that, he suddenly leapt into the Eastern Sea. He didn't move at all in the ice-cold water. He followed the waves and unconsciously went into the distance.
During this time, there were sea beasts that swam over. Only then did they open their bloody mouths and flee far away in fear, bringing with them large waves.
Chu Feng didn't move at all. He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep forever. He didn't want to wake up. He once again isolated himself from the world in his heart, and all he thought about were those people.
Boom!
After a long time, a spiritual mountain at the bottom of the sea shook violently. This was a sign of intense recovery. It was like an active volcano erupting. A large area of spiritual energy waves appeared, and even the drifting Chu Feng was attacked.
He opened his eyes. They were dim and lifeless, but he still stood up in the end. He was in a daze as he walked alone. He was incomparably lonely and desolate as he headed towards the dragon nest.
There was pain and sorrow in his heart, but he couldn't cry. He could only silently walk towards the place that hurt his spirit and heart. He wouldn't run away, but it was truly hard to bear and his heart was in great pain.
The ancestral demon's cauldron towered in the dragon nest's land of nirvana. It was still here, and it could only sigh at this result.
Chu Feng knew from the very beginning that the chances of success were minuscule. Taiwu had once said that only a deity would have a way to save those people at the most optimal time, and there were no deities in the netherworld!
But he still held onto some hope. He didn't ask for all of them to be revived, but he hoped that a few of them could reappear, even if they were just remnant souls.
Now, there was nothing left.
"When we were in the great abyss, even though their soul light was dissipating, there were still some left behind. Is there nothing left now?"
"They've disintegrated and turned into energy matter. They're drifting about in the cauldron and are no longer soul light," the ancestral demon's cauldron informed.
Chu Feng was dispirited and couldn't say anything.
He carefully observed and sensed this kind of energy matter. His heart immediately went completely cold. This wasn't much different from Qin Luoyin's death — there was no longer a true spirit.
Qin Luoyin's soul light should've disintegrated as well, but it was corroded by that golden matter and stuck together. It didn't disperse, but her true spirit had already dispersed.
"You're all gone …" Chu Feng silently shed tears. His life had experienced great ups and downs during these few days, and he had experienced the most difficult and bitter darkness.
"Leave these matter behind. Don't bury them. I want to revive them," Chu Feng muttered with disappointment and sadness. He had lost his former sharpness.
The soul light dissipated and divided into energy matter. In the end, these didn't disappear from the world and were suppressed by the ancestral demon's cauldron. Chu Feng held onto his last strand of hope as he waited for the light of dawn.
In the end, the ancestral demon's cauldron shrunk. It discussed with Chu Feng that it wanted to enter the stone box and sleep. It felt that this was the Yang Realm's most valuable treasure, and it was the weapon of the netherworld. It wanted to use this to sense it and see if it could recover.
Chu Feng nodded and left this place with everything.
Afterwards, he didn't say anything and didn't even shed a tear. He set off on his way alone just like that. He stood in the Eastern Sea and couldn't see the Dragoness or the figure on Mount Eternal. He turned around and left.
However, his silhouette was a little lonely. He was gloomy and didn't say anything by himself.
Chu Feng returned to the mainland. It was quiet and desolate. This was his own lonely journey without anyone to accompany him. That group of friends who jested with him in the past would never appear again.
He returned to the small town at the foot of Mount Taihang and to his small two-story house. Yellow cattle had lived here for a long time back then, but now it was very cold and deserted.
It was already late at night. Chu Feng didn't turn on the lights.
He came to the rooftop and looked at the dim starlight. He was in a daze and full of sadness.
He grew up here during his childhood and then moved away from this small town with his parents.
Chu Feng lay on the rooftop without making a sound. He thought of his parents taking care of him here when he was young. They were afraid that he would be cold and afraid that he would be hot. They loved and protected 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 all of a sudden. He reached out to touch them and approached them like he did when he was young, but there was nothing.
His hands were empty and there was only the ice-cold night.
Tears slid 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 and returned to his parents' bedroom. He sat there and then said nothing and didn't move.
He stayed here for three days, constantly recalling every little detail of the past. All the experiences he had since he had memories of his childhood replayed in his heart. It was as if he had accompanied his parents on a journey again 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 Mount Taihang. In this mountainous region, he and Zhou Quan first met the Yellow cattle. At that time, it was very mysterious and also very good at tormenting people. Zhou Quan was so angry that he kept calling it the Bull Demon.
It was also precisely the Yellow cattle that brought Chu Feng on the road of cultivation. In the early stages of the upheaval of heaven and earth and the recovery of the mountains and rivers, he began to evolve.
His life's fate began to change from here.
However, the Yellow cattle was gone. Zhou Quan had also died and turned into a mist of blood. 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 felt was lethargy.
Chu Feng left. He walked through the mountainous region, passed through the forest, and headed all the way west. He arrived at Kunlun and sat on top of a mountain. He quietly watched the sunrise here alone.
Back then, he drank in big bowls and ate big chunks of meat with a group of brothers. Even the old llama and the old grandmaster Wu Qifeng couldn't avoid being dragged into the water and raised their glasses with him.
But now, the mountain breeze blew past, leaving behind a full sense of loneliness. Chu Feng took out a wine jar and poured cup after cup of wine. He drank a cup himself and then sprinkled the wine on the ground as a memorial to them.
"Brothers who have gone through life and death together, where are all of you? Who can fight shoulder to shoulder with me and charge into the world of the living?"
His words were blown away by the wind, leaving behind only a whimper.
Chu Feng looked at the bright red rising sun but didn't feel any warmth. Here, he was very cold, lonely, and alone.
His thoughts returned to the past as he sat on the mountain. During the great war between the East and the West, it was at the foot of this mountain. The Mastiff King roared and fought against the Arctic King. The Roc King spread his wings and chased after the Black Dragon.
The black yak contacted all parties and invited experts from all over the East. After the great battle, everyone chased and killed their way west.
It was also at that time that he met the Siberian Tiger who didn't have any moral integrity. Not long after, the Tiger King helped Chu Feng fight Schiller on Mount Longhu and they became friends who went through trials and tribulations together. Later on, their relationship became closer and the Tiger King also became a member of Mount Kunlun.
There was also the old donkey with big buckteeth and pointed ears, as well as Ouyang Feng who always looked at people with slanted eyes and constantly spitting saliva. They all joined Kunlun later on. Thinking of them would make people smile.
But now, the mountain was silent.
Everyone was already gone.
Not long ago, this place was still very glorious. On the eve of the people of the Yang Realm crossing over, all the races in the starry sky sent envoys to congratulate them.
This place seemed to be flourishing, but in the end, it changed overnight.
Before the calamity came, Qin Luoyin brought the Little Daoist to Earth to warn Chu Feng. The Divination Grandmaster felt something was wrong and predicted that the sky would split. As expected, everything came true.
Chu Feng was lost in thought. He felt sad and regretful. The Little Daoist was still here, but Qin Luoyin met with misfortune not long after she came here to deliver the letter and warn him to be careful.
At this time, he really had a bellyful of grief and indignation. He sat here and tightly clenched his fists. He was dejected and depressed.
His parents, wife, and friends had left one by one. Although there were still many people and evolvers in this boundless world, he felt incomparably lonely.
Chu Feng left Kunlun with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
After a long time, he stood by the bank of the great river. Back then, he had brought Qin Luoyin and the Little Daoist down the Yangtze River to admire the scenery along the way and see all the famous mountains and great rivers.
When he arrived here, Chu Feng felt very tired. It was mainly because his heart was tired and his spirit was hurt.
He lay on a bamboo raft and went down the great river. He didn't care and didn't care. He drifted wherever he wanted. He raised his head and looked at the sky. The figures of his parents, relatives, friends, and Qin Luoyin and the others appeared before his eyes again. He didn't want to move at all.
He lay on the bamboo raft and went far away along the great river. This was his lonely journey. In the end, tears silently slid down from Chu Feng's eyes. He only looked at the sky and didn't want to do anything.
His heart was very hurt. He missed those people, but he couldn't cry out loud.
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