Chapter 1386: Not for Buddha, Immortal, Demon, Sage, or Devil

"What meets the eye is not necessarily true; what disappears may still endure."

Chu Feng had a good impression of the people from the Overseas Celestial Island. He secretly sent a voice message to warn them, because the place was extremely sinister and terrifying; a slight mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

Sheng Yuxian turned her head. Originally, her white robe was spotless, and she was as pure and beautiful as a celestial being. But at this moment, her smile appeared alluring and captivating.

"Thank you!" she nodded, a smile on her face, exuding a transcendent confidence as she led her clansmen forward.

Jiang Luoshen also turned back, casting a surprised glance at Chu Feng. She always felt he was a bit unusual, like an old acquaintance returning, a sense of familiarity.

Having experienced the previous danger and witnessed the shocking scene of the White-Clothed Empress's sleeve suppressing 108 primordial gods, the Celestial Clan was prepared. This time, Sheng Yuxian opened a special jade jar, inside which was an extremely mysterious drop of blood, exuding a vibrant essence.

That drop of blood was incredibly unique, like blooming flowers, like ancient temple chimes echoing softly, or like a wisp of green vitality drifting across a desolate desert. It was also like a moment of time's essence, condensed and frozen there... sacred and radiant, blooming at that very moment, shaking the entire world, prompting all to bow in reverence!

And that was just a single drop of blood?!

Everyone was inexplicably shocked upon seeing this scene. Looking at it, they felt as if they were witnessing an entire era, a prosperous age, a brilliant period of grandeur and history.

Whose was it?

Many truly couldn't help but kneel, unable to bear or resist. Their bodies betrayed their souls, prostrating themselves in reverence before that drop of blood. Soon, their spirits also submitted, gradually bowing in heartfelt respect.

The Celestial Clan members were no different. It was as if they were performing a ritual to the heavens or offering sacrifices to an ancestral spirit. All prayed devoutly, prostrating silently, moving forward as if on a pilgrimage.

During this process, Sheng Yuxian had already sprinkled that special drop of blood onto the ancestral artifact, rendering the copper block crystal clear and translucent, reviving it, giving it its own breath.

Indeed, the copper block seemed to come alive, breathing like a completely new entity, opening its copper pores and resonating with the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled across the void. The copper block became even more crystal clear and brilliant, expanding and contracting as if undergoing a life transformation.

It emitted a shimmering halo, enveloping everyone from the Overseas Celestial Island, as if forming its own realm: a land of immortals, a Buddhist domain, or a Daoist world, vibrant and fantastical.

Whose blood was that, exactly?

Could it belong to the White-Clothed Empress?!

For a moment, many people in the rear felt their mouths dry and trembled. At the same time, countless others realized they had been kneeling on the ground and could only struggle to rise with difficulty after watching Sheng Yuxian and the others depart.

"Impossible. Such an existence wouldn't leave blood behind. As long as they are alive, a single thought would trigger a connection. Even if separated by billions of miles and not part of this civilization's branch, they could return!" At that moment, someone spoke; even the Dao Clan members couldn't help but express their astonishment.

"Unless she has already died and is no longer in this world!" These were the Yuan Clan members speaking. They had also arrived there, having previously given Chu Feng a cold look, but now their attention was fixed on the Celestial Clan!

However, no sooner had their words fallen than a brilliant light appeared in the void, like a thunderous bell and cauldron, exploding with a resounding boom.

It was rules, it was order, the supreme Dao runes spreading forth, shaking everyone into a panic, their blood surging, almost causing their bodies to burst.

"What was that?!" The Yuan Clan and other powerful clans trembled with fear, their courage faltering. Was this... a response to their words? Had they touched upon a taboo from countless bygone eras?

Many were too frightened to speak further.

Meanwhile, the Overseas Celestial Clan, about to vanish into the mountains, collectively cried out in surprise. The ancestral artifact glowed, vibrant with color, and within the copper block, the blood shimmered, reflecting boundless vitality.

At the same time, a fragmented image emerged, revealing a corner of a golden age.

A white-clothed woman walked through countless universes and star seas, traversing endless shattered lands, collecting the aura of a being, condensing a drop of his blood.

That blood was very special, shrouded in a sacred glow. It had coalesced from ancient times, re-emerging from a vanished past, flowing out from barren ruins!

However, even with her boundless power, draining space-time, expending eons, and accumulating supreme energy, she could only recreate a single drop of special blood, imbued with a certain life essence.

It was not Buddha blood, nor immortal blood, nor demon blood. Perhaps it was not truly infinitely powerful.

But most importantly, it contained a trace of the White-Clothed Woman's yearning, which was why it appeared so terrifyingly boundless and world-shattering.

The blood gradually condensed, merging and resonating with the bronze, intending to form a face. For a moment, the area became blurred, hazy, and impossible to look at directly.

Let alone others, even Chu Feng was astonished. He opened his Fiery Golden Eyes to investigate, wanting to see clearly, but ultimately failed.

For the Fiery Golden Eyes to fail was extremely rare; only the most ultimate beings in the world could achieve this, and the White-Clothed Woman's methods naturally reached this level.

By instinct and intuition, Chu Feng still felt that the blurred, unmanifested face was strange, strangely familiar!

At this moment, everyone became aware of a certain emotion of the White-Clothed Woman, resonating with it.

Not for Buddha, not for immortal, not for demon, not for fiend, but only for a lingering attachment to the mortal world. She had searched, and even though supreme, she had burdens, moments of powerlessness, and had wished to defy fate, but ultimately failed.

At this point, Chu Feng realized that the copper block and blood were too peculiar, embodying a strand of obsession. The Celestial Clan members might truly be able to travel safely through the Supreme Terrain with it.

Even he couldn't help but want to go there, to trace the White-Clothed Woman and see where she was headed.

However, now that they had reached the final destination, he also wanted to enter the Supreme Furnace and experience it himself!

"First, I must refine my true self and improve myself; that's most important. Then I'll rendezvous with the Celestial Clan!" Chu Feng thought that even if the other party possessed a special bloodline and ancestral artifact, they likely wouldn't achieve their goal in one go.

For him, time was somewhat pressing. Although he was confident in this terrain, since the Celestial Clan could produce such mysterious artifacts, it was possible that the Yuan Clan and others also had backup plans, which they might suddenly deploy here to seize opportunities.

Therefore, he dared not be careless and wanted to achieve his own objective first.

Chu Feng lifted his foot and headed towards the Immortal Furnace of the Supreme Terrain. Though called a furnace, it was actually just a special grotto. However, if one could see through it, its natural formation truly resembled a furnace, a masterpiece of nature, incredibly profound.

"Fellow Daoist, why rush away like a scattered fish in the river? We've arrived too." The Yuan Clan members laughed, approaching from all sides to surround Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's expression remained calm. He knew that since they dared to confront him, they must have a formidable trump card; otherwise, they wouldn't be so blatant.

Indeed, the next moment, his scalp tingled. The opposing party revealed an artifact—the Magnetite Marrow Bell!

With a soft clang, special field ripples directly vibrated outwards, clearing an area of terrain and suppressing all field patterns, while also coalescing a wave of light that swept towards Chu Feng.

This was a treasure, and an unimaginably powerful artifact. Even a Celestial Master would find it difficult to forge. It was created by refining an entire mountain of magnetite marrow.

One should know that in reality, even a fist-sized piece of magnetite marrow was a prized possession for a field master, let alone an entire mountain!

Chu Feng was stunned. Where did the Yuan Clan obtain this? It was almost unimaginable. He felt the trouble was significant; the fact that they revealed it at this moment meant they were confident they could deal with him.

However, precisely because the Magnetite Marrow Bell was activated by the Yuan Clan members, strange phenomena occurred in the distance.

Sheng Yuxian, along with Jiang Luoshen and the Celestial Clan members, entered a mountainous area that was very dilapidated, containing ruins and relics from primordial times.

At this moment, as the Magnetite Marrow Bell rumbled, all the rocks, rubble, and other debris in this terrain began to float, suspended in mid-air.

Of course, what was most terrifying was a violent tremor that made the ruins seem as if they were ignited. In the void, a golden line moved, sketching, as if drawing.

In fact, the "Dao" was awakening, depicting a bell and a cauldron, and igniting them.

At the same time, the copper block and blood in Sheng Yuxian's hand also resonated, soaring into the air with a boom.

They suppressed everything!

All parties were shocked, especially Chu Feng. What he saw was that bell, an Emperor Bell, identical to the weapon of the black monstrous beast's owner, the man lying dead on the broken bell—it was the broken bell in its complete form.

As for the Mother Qi Cauldron, it went without saying: it was identical to the weapon of Venerable Yu Shang's ancestor!

The area trembled, continuously rumbling. The remnants on the ground shook, various rocks tumbled, and all rubble cleared away, revealing a massive, ancient, incomplete domain.

"A resurrection domain! Who is going to revive?!" Chu Feng immediately identified the nature of the domain and was then shocked.

This was too bizarre. In the ruins, various broken walls and metal rubble flew upwards, clearing out the area, exposing it completely.

Time lingered, and spatial flowers bloomed. That area was extraordinarily strange, like an immortal land, an eternal sacred site, creating a nest of rebirth.

Most crucially, within that domain, there was also a path extending forward, as if connected to the heavens, and the path was covered in blood!

"We've arrived! This is it!" Sheng Yuxian trembled with excitement.

Their clan's ancestral artifact was trembling, and the blood was almost burning, forming a face.

That domain was too vast, too grand; it seemed capable of encompassing the entire universe, as if it could hold billions of star seas. An individual within that terrain appeared incredibly tiny!

What kind of place was that? The great black dog's master—his bell actually manifested! Was that a trace he left behind here in ancient times? It condensed Dao patterns that had not extinguished through hundreds of generations and myriad calamities, once again burning with ripples of order.

And that cauldron, its Dao patterns actually appeared here too!

Clearly, their masters and the white-clothed woman had both come here in the past. There was a supreme resurrection domain. Was someone buried beneath it? Who was going to be resurrected here?

Furthermore, where did that special path truly lead?