Chapter 1411: Three Generations of Bronze Coffins Annihilated

Inside the Forbidden Land of the Most High, the powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race were dumbfounded!

Was this real? What were they seeing? That young man was going mad; he was actually barbecuing a creature from the Heavens!

This completely subverted their understanding. They were somewhat petrified, their bodies stiff where they stood.

That was the Heavens! It had appeared today, and they still didn't know how the path had opened, making their hearts tremble.

And now, that young man was challenging a creature from the Heavens, threatening to roast it and eat it. This left them speechless; even those with strong nerves couldn't tolerate it.

Since ancient times, how many times had the Heavenly Road opened? Each time it appeared, it was as if the sky collapsed and the earth crumbled, filling everyone with dread and terror. But now, everything had changed; someone wanted to eat a creature from the Heavens. This was simply... too outrageous!

"Young friend... you must think twice!"

"Don't act recklessly!"

The powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race trembled, their hearts pounding, finding it difficult to breathe. This human youth, whom they had believed would bring opportunities and good fortune, was too terrifying, making them realize he might actually be a bringer of disaster, destined to cause immense trouble.

"Ah..."

From the space behind the moon-shaped stone gate, shrill screams continued. The agonizing cries of the silver-haired woman with delicate features echoed through the area as her blood splattered across the sky.

She simply couldn't believe it, nor could she bear it: a disgusting, alien "native creature," as she perceived it, had so cleanly and decisively wounded her. One of her hands had shattered, falling to the ground, and divine blood flowed from the wound.

The pain was excruciating!

Her slender body convulsed in agony. But what was truly intolerable was the humiliation and fury raging within her. She had previously treated the world below with contempt and disgust, despising its inhabitants, yet in an instant, her palm had been shattered by one of them.

How could an elite scion of a powerful clan from the esteemed Heavens be so easily defeated? She not only loathed the creature below but also hated herself for her lack of caution that led to such a humiliating encounter. She considered it a monstrous disgrace.

"I will exterminate your entire clan!" The silver-haired woman shrieked from the end of the passage, consumed by hatred. Her once beautiful and radiant fair face was now distorted, slightly menacing, and filled with murderous intent.

"What are you shrieking about? Your wailing is dreadful!" Chu Feng stood calmly on the mysterious land, looking up at the sky, and directly reprimanded the woman.

He had gained confidence. What if they were creatures from the Heavens? That large black hand served as an example; it had been severed right here!

And now, the White-Clad Empress was not far away, her eyelids fluttering as she was about to recover. If any truly formidable "big ones from the Heavens" appeared, he believed the White-Clad woman could teach them a lesson.

Of course, this was Chu Feng's way of comforting himself; what else could he do? He had already used lethal force and provoked those creatures. Should he now back down, soften his stance, and speak nicely? Impossible! That would never align with his character. Since things had come to this, he would see it through to the end and thoroughly deal with these creatures!

Scarlet flames flickered, rich with energy, enveloping the fallen silver wing. The sight was quite dazzling, and before long, a savory aroma wafted from it.

Chu Feng was a man of his word. He was meticulously and solemnly barbecuing that segment of... exotic bird wing. The energy flames were powerful enough to perfectly cook the flesh of even a mighty creature from the Heavens.

Chu Feng was now a Constant King, his cultivation exceptionally strong. Even when dealing with unknown alien species—formidable bloodline ingredients from the Heavens—it posed no challenge.

The vital energy of a Human King burst forth, beams of light surging. Thunder roared, and dazzling bolts of lightning coiled around him, one after another, creating an astonishing display of power.

He used electric fire to hold the silver wing captive, its feathers swiftly burning away. Next, he tore off a layer of leathery skin, extinguished the flames, and then, using a secret technique, conjured clean water from space to rinse the meat.

Washing, applying seasonings, then grilling again... his movements were fluid, skilled, and practiced. All of this was completed in a swift, continuous sequence!

At the exit of the channel to the Heavens, several young and astonishingly powerful beings were utterly stunned!

Even the silver-haired woman herself ceased her screaming and raging. She stood completely dumbfounded, like a statue carved from mud or wood.

"What did I just witness? The flesh of a Primeval White Sparrow clan member, roasted and turned into food? Is this real? Why does it feel so unreal? Did I see incorrectly?"

One of the young men whispered, his face showing disbelief as if he had seen a ghost, unable to trust his own eyes.

What was the Primeval White Sparrow clan? It was a formidable race, on par with the Primordial races, rumored to have co-existed with heaven and earth since creation. Their lineage was supremely noble, surpassing many renowned and powerful races across all the heavens.

Not just any lineage!

The Primordial races possessed the power to cleave open the heavens, inspiring awe in many of the Heavens' orthodoxies, who dared not approach their dwelling places.

Yet, a young scion of the illustrious Primeval White Sparrow clan had suffered such an ordeal. How many would believe it if told?

Especially since it was only the foreign land designated 2579, which they had just spoken of disparagingly, casually dismissing it as unbearable, claiming that even a breath of its air made them feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Who could have imagined that, in the blink of an eye, the silver-haired woman among them would suffer such a devastating defeat!

At the channel exit, the silver-haired woman was absolutely incandescent with rage. Her prominent chest heaved violently, her breathing rapid, and her smooth silver hair billowed as if caught in a storm, even without wind.

Her voice was icy. "Your demeanor is purely ignorant and arrogant, disgusting and hateful. You have successfully enraged me. I've changed my mind; I will no longer simply eradicate your clan, but will instead purge all nine related clans!"

She was beyond endurance. Her severed palm, which had transformed into a silver wing, had actually been coated with honey and other seasonings, then roasted and consumed as food.

The few individuals beside her were utterly shocked and speechless. The young cultivator below was simply courting death, daring to provoke the Primeval White Sparrow clan in such a manner. They were certain no one could save him now.

The powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race stood like statues, unmoving for a long time. This outcome left them speechless, unable to comprehend how such a disaster had been provoked.

At the same time, they found it odd. Did this human youth do this often? He even carried honey and sauces, and his movements were swift and practiced. This was practically... the behavior of a repeat offender; he must have done this many times before!

"Truly fragrant!" Chu Feng took a sniff, highly satisfied with his culinary skill.

Before him, a piece of wing meat glistened, its fragrant aroma wafting through the air. It had been roasted to a golden, oily perfection, making one's mouth water. By any standard, it was a rare and precious delicacy.

What made it even more precious was that it was an ingredient sourced from the Heavens.

Not only others, but even several elderly, powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race couldn't help but swallow hard. Since transforming into flesh-and-blood beings, they too had acquired such carnal desires.

"Filthy world, polluted air—one sniff makes me want to vomit! You disgusting creature, you truly deserve to die! How dare you profane me like this!" the silver-haired woman shrieked, her beautiful, fair, oval face contorted with rage, wishing she could immediately descend to the lower realm and flay that person alive.

"Get out of here and scream somewhere else!" Chu Feng did not indulge her in the slightest. Even after gaining the upper hand, he sternly rebuked her, effectively telling her to go cool off and come to her senses.

At the entrance to the Heavens, the group was utterly dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. They wanted to comfort the silver-haired woman but feared agitating her further. Perhaps only by intervening on her behalf, swiftly slaughtering the youth below, could they bring her relief and dissipate the venom and pent-up fury within her.

At that moment, Chu Feng spoke, turning to face the forbidden land. "Seniors," he asked, "do you have any dogs here? Evolved Fire Spirit creatures would also work."

"What do you intend to do?" The powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race were truly vexed by him. They had never imagined provoking such an unconventional and eccentric individual, who seemed to be a "walking disaster."

"It's for a good reason, just lend me one!" Chu Feng insisted. Seeing their hesitation and reluctance, he immediately added, "I've risked my life for you; can't you fulfill this small request? Don't worry, it's just for self-preservation. If you don't provide me with one, I'll immediately tear a hole in the Heavens, storm in, and perish with them. If any problems arise then, you'll have to deal with them yourselves!"

Was this a typical threat? The veins on the foreheads of the Fire Spirit elders throbbed.

They genuinely feared that this young human king would continue to court death and fully implicate them. After a brief hesitation, they summoned a massive, fierce dog from the mountains.

Its entire body was alight with fire, but it had long since transformed into a flesh-and-blood creature. It roared, its voice muffled like thunder, resembling a small mountain. Its sharp claws and fangs were stark white, gleaming with cold light, and its body was covered in scarlet fur over a foot long, making it appear incredibly ferocious and exuding boundless malice.

Chu Feng, holding a gleaming knife and fork, eyed the golden roasted wing, appearing ready to begin his feast.

In the Heavens, the silver-haired woman's patience was exhausted, and she felt an immense surge of anxiety and urgency. She genuinely feared that Chu Feng would immediately begin to feast, which would make her a permanent disgrace to the Primeval White Sparrow clan. The mere thought sent shivers down her spine; it was an unacceptable and terrifying prospect.

She threatened loudly, "I warn you: if you retreat, all will be well. But if you dare to consume my flesh and blood, you will regret ever having been born into this world! Your nine clans will be annihilated, your form and spirit turned to ash, with no afterlife, forever erased from existence!"

Chu Feng looked up at the sky with disdain, feeling utterly repulsed by the woman. She had constantly described this world as dirty and impure, adopting a condescending attitude and expressing disgust for the races of the lower realm. How could Chu Feng possibly have a good impression of her?

So, he made a move, directly tossing the roasted wing towards the formidable, mountain-like scarlet dog. "Catch," he said, "this is for you to eat."

The fierce dog, brimming with malice, stood before the moon gate, instinctively opening its massive maw and directly swallowing the fragrant roasted wing. It crunched audibly, chewing even the bones, saliva splattering as the golden meat churned. The fierce glint in its eyes actually softened, and it half-closed them in apparent enjoyment.

"Damn it all!"

Several powerful members of the Fire Spirit Race felt their vision darken. Although they had harbored suspicions earlier, they never imagined he would actually dare to do such a thing. It was truly audacious, calculated to infuriate someone to death.

It was too late to stop him. The Constant King's throw was too swift and precise; Chu Feng had already completed the action before he spoke.

"This menace!" An elder exclaimed, heartbroken, wishing he could beat him to death.

As for above, at the channel entrance, the silver-haired woman's vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. This humiliation was too intense, far exceeding anything she had imagined.

It wasn't even the human youth who ate her feathered wing, but a large dog! This was the ultimate contempt, trampling on her dignity and striking at her very soul and identity.

"You..." The silver-haired woman coughed up blood repeatedly, driven to madness by rage.

Chu Feng, unhurried, replied, "He who insults others will be insulted in return. You insulted our realm, abhorred its beings, held us in contempt, and treated us as insignificant. So, what reason do I have to respect you?"

"Let's all quickly use our secret treasures to suppress and kill him, and then seal off the news! Today, no one is permitted to speak of what happened here!"

The young man, whose body glowed with brilliant golden light, spoke, rallying the other young men and women to collectively deal with the human youth below and avenge the silver-haired woman.

Earlier, they had been somewhat apprehensive. After all, the silver-haired woman was very strong, yet her palm had been shattered by the creature below in just a single exchange. None of them had dared to make a rash move.

But now, that creature had committed such an outrageous act, not only humiliating the Primeval White Sparrow clan but also, as their companions, directly insulting their dignity and crossing their bottom line.

Now, they had to decisively employ their strongest methods to swiftly bring this to an end.

Dazzling divine light spread as a chain surged downward. It was an immensely powerful secret treasure, reaching out to envelop Chu Feng and bind him!

"I possess an immortal heart that solidifies both body and spirit, and can even cleanse the Heavenly River! What can you possibly do to me?"

Chu Feng scoffed softly, his body glowing as a magnificent painting of mountains and rivers emerged. This was the precious defensive treasure given to him by the Fire Spirit Race, exceptionally high in rank, and now he used it to counter the secret treasures from the Heavens.

Instantly, Daoist incantations rumbled, and field runes soared, revealing a magnificent expanse of mountains and rivers. Accompanied by starlight and entwined with the sun, moon, and heavenly river, the divine diagram blotted out the sky, rising to meet the powerful chain and holding it suspended in mid-air.

The faces of the Fire Spirit Race members twitched, experiencing a combination of toothache, liver pain, and profound heartache. "We gave you the Mountain River Diagram not to provoke the Heavens," they inwardly groaned, "but for you to enter and retrieve treasures! Yet you... use it in such a destructive way!"

It was too late to say anything now; they could only stare helplessly.

"Bang!"

A cracking sound echoed from the sky as a colossal sword energy, like a reversed galaxy, fiercely struck down, intent on obliterating Chu Feng!

Chu Feng remained unperturbed, chanting, "I am the Emperor Ancestor of Many Treasures, reborn after nine destructions. Even a single strand of hair on my body is a primordial artifact. How dare a few mere broken weapons contend with me? Go forth and suppress them!"

He feigned plucking a hair, then with a flick of his hand, launched a precious pestle crafted from exotic magnetic marrow. It streaked across the sky, meeting the colossal sword energy head-on.

With a resounding thud, the terrifying sword energy was dispersed, and the ancient sky-reaching sword was sent flying backward.

The corners of the Fire Spirit elders' mouths twitched, almost twisting into grimaces. They desperately wanted to scream, "Oh, you 'Treasure-grabbing Emperor Ancestor,' that's *our* precious pestle!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Roars continuously echoed from the sky. The individuals were enraged, launching an all-out assault with immense murderous intent, determined to crush him.

"Come forth, Heaven-bestowed armor, leave my body and strike across the sky!" Chu Feng calmly declared, his body glowing as he once again summoned divine artifacts—more than just one—to contend with the various treasures unleashed from the sky.

In any case, none of these were his own weapons; they all originated from the Fire Spirit Race. They were exceptionally powerful and imbued with the unparalleled energy infused by several Fire Spirit elders.

"For this Seat, a mere nap spans eons and collapses epochs. Now, reborn after nine destructions, who dares contend with me? A mere swarm of bugs from the Heavens dares to buzz at me? All of you, go reincarnate and cultivate anew!"

Chu Feng spoke brazenly, unleashing others' precious treasures to block the various weapons from the creatures of the Heavens, adopting the haughty demeanor of a supreme master who disdained all under heaven.

"This guy's cultivation isn't that astonishing, so how can he possess so many endless treasures?" The young people in the sky were truly astonished and simultaneously enraged. This human youth was excessively arrogant, his words audacious, repeatedly provoking and mocking them.

"This is Area Fifty-One," the young man with golden hair fluttering about him declared. "Let's use the great killing weapon here and finish him off!"

In fact, the two guardians had already reached their limit. One went to report the situation, while the other began mobilizing Area Fifty-One's ultimate weapon.

A tremor ran through the air, and the sky became covered in dense black energy, boundless and terrifying.

Chu Feng suddenly let out a strange cry, sensing something was gravely wrong. He immediately recalled his Heaven-bestowed armor, donning it, and then used the stone jar and Vajra bracelet for protection.

"What am I afraid of? The White-Clad Empress is here! You may have powerful weapons, but so do I!"

With this thought, he retreated instead of advancing, using the stone jar to shield his body as he approached the shattered bell, stained with imperial blood. He intended to awaken it and unleash its power toward the sky.

However, to his dismay and horror, he found he could not approach. The area was extremely dangerous; bone-chilling energy swept over him, and faintly, bell waves rippled forth, threatening to annihilate the world, making it unbearable.

"This..." Chu Feng was somewhat dumbfounded. He couldn't get any closer, his heart pounding wildly.

"Hmm, what's that?" Suddenly, he noticed a piece of metal half-buried in the soil nearby.

"A bronze weapon?" He immediately summoned it, drawing it through the air. To his surprise, it came to his hand with ease, encountering no obstruction or interference.

It appeared to be a broken-off piece, long and rod-shaped, resembling an irregular short club about the length of a sword, and bearing mysterious patterns.

For some reason, Chu Feng sensed this item might be extraordinary, so he gripped it without hesitation.

For an instant, he felt a flicker of daze. He immediately understood what it was, as hazy images materialized before his eyes.

It was... a fragment broken off from a bronze coffin. A tremendously brutal and terrifying battle had once taken place, involving an artifact known as the Three-Life Bronze Coffin, from which this remnant piece had been severed.

Then, Chu Feng subconsciously swung the bronze artifact directly towards the sky. Accompanied by mysterious patterns, ripples emanated from it, and with a resounding "boom," the boundless black energy pressing down from the firmament was pierced through.

He even heard a "crack," and the so-called ultimate weapon at the channel's end actually developed a crack!

"What is that thing?!" The people above cried out, their faces pale, utterly disbelieving and incredibly shocked.

Chu Feng stood calmly, hands clasped behind his back. "This is the ancestral weapon refined by this Seat," he declared, "it is the Three-Life Rod. It strikes your past lives, your present lives, and your future. No matter where you flee, you cannot escape; even across all of history, your lingering souls cannot be preserved. You are all destined for annihilation. If you wish to live, why not quickly prostrate yourselves and confess your sins? Otherwise, I shall destroy you all!"