Chapter 1464: Everyone Has Gone Crazy

“The Grand Ancestor was snatched by a dog!”

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of Martial Emperor’s dojo, echoing across the scarlet mountains and black waters, resounding throughout the heavens and disturbing the vast northern lands.

Chu Feng didn’t need to look to imagine how explosive the scene behind him must be.

This was mainly because, not long ago, Martial Emperor’s disciples had been exceptionally high-profile.

At that time, the Martial Lunatic’s disciples and grand-disciples were all radiant and full of vigor, almost ready to beat drums, sing, and celebrate nationwide.

Yet, the result was... they had welcomed a large, pitch-black dog, nearly bald, which was now grumbling and cursing... while devouring the Grand Ancestor's dao bones, a true feast.

What a striking contrast!

The group of people felt like spitting blood. They had earlier swept the streets with water, set up altars, burned incense, and knelt in dense rows, prostrating themselves in reverence. And this was the final outcome?

The disciples and followers, eyes blazing with blood-red light, glowed with crimson, all wanting to kill. The current situation was simply unforgivable and unacceptable.

“Damn it! This is desecrating the Sacred Ancestor! Stop it! Get the Grand Ancestor's bones back!”

The Grand Ancestor... fed to a dog!

Dog food?!

The Martial Lunatic’s lineage was in complete disarray. The group wished they could just bash their heads against something and die.

This was testing their mental endurance to a hellish degree, unbearable for anyone. Even powerful individuals like them felt on the verge of a heart attack.

Today, the Grand Ancestor was dragged away by a dog, reduced to... Was this going to be the laughingstock of all ages?!

The sight made many clutch their chests.

Everyone was anxious. If this got out, how would the world view them? The Grand Ancestor reduced to dog food—what a joke!

The whole group had gone mad!

At this moment, Chu Feng was in high spirits, feeling incredibly refreshed, as if he were about to ascend to immortality, almost floating.

In just this short while, he had already visited a treasury. Besides various weapons and numerous mysterious treasures, he also found a piece of mother gold, pitch-black and abyss-like, absorbing all surrounding light.

This was dark mother gold, exceedingly rare!

Later, he could melt it into the Vajra Charm to make it even stronger!

Soon, Chu Feng set his sights on a gateway partially forged from lapis lazuli, which led to an underground palace. He took some effort to open it before flashing inside.

Chu Feng's eyes lit up; this was indeed a repository of scriptures!

Rows upon rows of bookshelves were filled with piles of scriptures. Some were neatly arranged, while others lay scattered on the ground, somewhat disheveled.

He casually picked up a volume, its cover inscribed with: “Heavenly Halberd Art”!

This was a halberd technique that didn't require a physical weapon. It primarily focused on cultivating energy runes; once a practitioner achieved some mastery, an energy halberd would naturally manifest in their hand. It was a fierce secret art.

It wasn't a mainstream inheritance of the Martial Lunatic’s lineage, so it was no wonder it was placed here so casually.

Chu Feng guessed that this underground palace was likely where spoils of war were kept, with various ancient texts perhaps acquired after raiding and destroying other sects.

“This one is… Five Elements Divine Light? While not a peerless secret text, it's quite good and holds significant reference value.” He casually pulled a manual like this from the shelf.

After looking around, Chu Feng had a good idea of the value of the texts stored here.

He wasn't picky at all. He gathered them all, taking everything.

To Chu Feng, these were all “nutrients” for evolution, entirely beneficial supplements. Having arrived in the Yang Realm, he needed such a comprehensive collection of scriptures for study.

He wasn't lacking in ultimate techniques; the Daoist Breathing Technique he possessed was his foundation.

However, all things have spirits, and all methods have their dao. All of these could serve as references, allowing him to use others' techniques as a forge to refine his own dao, ultimately stepping onto his unique path.

Chu Feng had long understood this and had consciously begun collecting various ancient texts. After reaching a certain level, such accumulation was necessary.

Even if he didn't major in them, or even study them, simply browsing through these scriptures regularly would be beneficial.

Chu Feng's next target was an above-ground building, cast from mysterious metal, with order symbols shimmering all over its surface. It was clearly a place of extraordinary importance.

Had it not been for someone hastily leaving to welcome the Grand Ancestor's return, without fully securing the place, Chu Feng would have truly needed considerable effort to open it.

He paused briefly before successfully entering.

“This place is not simple,” Chu Feng murmured.

Chu Feng's expression turned solemn. Here was the Undying Breathing Technique, a very profound and renowned inheritance from the Phoenix clan of the Yang Realm.

There was an ancient phoenix bone, intricately carved with numerous tiny characters and stained with faint, solidified, dark phoenix blood remnants.

This was enough to reveal some clues: in the past, obtaining this breathing technique must have been accompanied by various bloody scenes.

When Chu Feng fought against Li Chentian, a successor of the Martial Lunatic’s lineage who had mastered the Seven Deaths Body, on the three battlefields, the opponent had used a wondrous Phoenix technique.

At that time, it was said that Martial Emperor had personally annihilated over eighty percent of the Phoenix clan's experts to seize their inheritance.

Now, this was undoubtedly further confirmed!

This was a true treasure; calling the Phoenix clan's breathing technique a peerless secret text would not be an exaggeration.

He quickly studied it, deeply moved. This breathing technique could, at minimum, allow one to evolve to the Great Power level, its value astonishing.

Overall, this was an incomplete technique, not entirely whole. It was likely that the Phoenix clan had a contingency plan back then, preventing the Martial Lunatic from obtaining all the scriptures.

As Chu Feng read, the bone glowed with fire, densely displaying numerous characters. Its profound meaning was exquisite, greatly inspiring him.

For a time, he followed the breathing, activating the technique. Crimson mist flowed from his mouth and nose, his entire body glowed fiery red, and the energy was astonishingly dense. His spirit also resonated with the breathing.

“Good stuff! It strengthens my vital energy, fortifies my bones—this is marrow cleansing!”

Additionally, recorded after the Undying Breathing Technique were several secret arts, such as “Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens,” “Undying Flame,” and even a “Spirit Nirvana Technique”!

“Nirvana?” Chu Feng was moved.

This significantly increased its value. It could cause life transformation, even resurrection from death. It was the legendary secret of withered plants flourishing again, and aging phoenixes being reborn—a secret rarely seen in the world.

“It only involves the spirit, lacking a physical body Nirvana technique, so it seems incomplete. But its reference value is immense!”

Chu Feng was very satisfied. There was nothing more to say. He moved all the ancient texts. Apart from everything else, just this portion of the Phoenix clan's inheritance was worth it.

He could read them frequently in the future, chanting these scriptures day after day, which would lead to an unimaginably important accumulation.

“The Martial Lunatic is truly ruthless. To obtain these secret texts, his methods were bloody, nearly wiping out the Phoenix clan. Only a small number of their kin escaped overseas.”

Soon, he entered the next location, a sealed spatial secret realm.

Here, various stone steles stood densely, recording numerous wondrous techniques.

This was a place for disciples and followers to seclude themselves and comprehend techniques. The steles contained insights and were inscribed with many secret arts and battle techniques from the Martial Lunatic's lineage.

“Truly remarkable!” Chu Feng exclaimed.

Chu Feng marveled. These records were astonishing, with the most valuable being the Millstone Fist, a secret text that only direct descendants of the Martial Lunatic could cultivate.

Unfortunately, there was no Seven Deaths Body, no Time Technique, and no Martial Lunatic's personal breathing technique.

It was likely that those supreme inheritances were not recorded in writing but bestowed through imprints to prevent others from seizing them or letting them fall into external hands.

Even so, for Chu Feng, this was a true feast. A systematic and specific set of techniques from a single teaching surpassed others, broadening his horizons and deeply moving him.

If he weren't in the Martial Lunatic's dojo, he would have immediately gone into secluded cultivation on the spot, as his enlightenment was astonishing.

His figure flickered, and he left this spatial secret realm, taking a large number of techniques with him.

What was particularly regrettable was that after circling this vast area, he discovered all the medicinal fields had problems. They were not only highly radioactive but also emitting an ominous aura.

“The Martial Lunatic is truly insane. What kind of experiments is he conducting? He's contaminated all these rare medicinal fields! Is he actively trying to merge with the ominous?!”

Chu Feng was startled, and at the same time, felt helpless and regretful. To him, these medicinal fields were equivalent to wastelands.

Evidently, Martial Emperor's direct disciples and others had their own separate caves, cultivating their necessary herbs in their private medicinal fields. No one dared to use the fields here.

Soon after, Chu Feng found another underground palace. This time, his heart raced, and he secretly marveled. The Martial Lunatic was too ruthless; how many experts had he killed back then to acquire such spoils?

This place was anything but simple—it was even a bit heaven-defying!

What did he see? On the bookshelves, there weren't many secret texts, but they were all heavyweights, such as the Grand Thunder Sound Breathing Technique!

This technique was extremely famous, an ultimate art of the Buddhist clan, never to be taught to outsiders.

Chu Feng had encountered it a long time ago, but the version he had obtained then was limited in scope, though it had still benefited him greatly.

That the Martial Lunatic had managed to acquire it meant, without a doubt, that he had secretly acted against renowned masters of the Buddhist clan.

This was insane. If news of this got out, it would surely cause a huge stir in the Yang Realm!

The Buddhist clan was one of the top three factions in the Yang Realm. Even the Martial Lunatic wouldn't dare openly confront them. Heaven knew if there were ancient Buddhas from previous eras still alive in that clan.

The Heng, Dao, and Buddhist clans—no one truly wished to openly make enemies with them. The depths of these clans were simply unfathomable!

Over the years, peerless overlords emerged from time to time, each dominating for millions of years. But in the end, they all proved to be mere passersby. How many could truly endure? Only the Heng clan, Buddhist clan, and others consistently persevered.

“Back then, Li was audacious enough to secretly target the patriarchs of top-ranked families in the Yang Realm to peek at their supreme techniques. I never thought Old Man Wu would be so crazed too!” Chu Feng exclaimed, completely oblivious to his own equally wild actions.

“Close to the Grand Universe level?!”

This was a note Chu Feng saw after the Grand Thunder Sound Breathing Technique. According to this technique, one could eventually reach the cusp of the Grand Universe level—it was truly a peerless inheritance.

Evidently, it was still incomplete, with omissions. This was a technique concerning the rise and fall of a clan, so it wasn't easy to fully obtain, and protective measures were in place.

However, this was already sufficient. How many ordinary cultivators could reach the end of this technique? It was enough for several lifetimes of cultivation.

Following the Grand Thunder Sound Breathing Technique were the Great Sun Tathagata Fist and other wondrous divine abilities like “Worlds in the Palm,” which seemed quite complete.

This truly broadened Chu Feng's horizons. His eyes gleamed with green light deep within; he loved it so much he almost cried out loud that the Martial Lunatic was truly a good person for collecting all these peerless techniques.

Long ago, Maiden Xi had imparted the Great Sun Tathagata Fist to him, but it was an incomplete technique. Now, it was complete.

“Primordial Demon Breathing Technique? Excellent, wonderful! One of the former top ten ultimate breathing techniques. Although the Demon clan's influence isn't as great as before, they were once glorious, so it must have its unique merits. Another peerless technique!”

Of course, this was also incomplete but led directly to the cusp of the Grand Universe level!

Next, he discovered the Dream Ancient Dao's breathing technique, also flawed.

Back then, the Martial Lunatic had shattered the Dream Ancient Dao, slain its unspeakable Grand Ancestor, and massacred all its disciples and followers, shocking the Yang Realm.

“These old stories…” Chu Feng shook his head and sighed. He had personally visited that place and also gained some rewards.

He swept through, gaining numerous secret arts: the Six Paths Sword Canon, Primordial Unity True Art, Feathered Ascension Movement Technique, and more. It was enough to make one ecstatic to the point of madness.

Finally, he was satisfied and prepared to make a run for it!

His gains today were immense—several ultimate techniques. Although none were complete, if he thoroughly comprehended them, they would be sufficient.

“Now, I possess myriad techniques. My foundation is comparable to some very ancient Dao traditions, solving a major problem for myself.”

This was crucial. No one could create a dao from nothing and write their own scriptures. All powerful individuals stood on the shoulders of their predecessors, comprehending their techniques and daos; only then could they go further.

Chu Feng ran, incredibly fast!

Mainly, he was on the verge of a sudden enlightenment. His mind was filled with various techniques, and numerous runes involuntarily appeared on his body surface.

He urgently wanted to find a place to comprehend them.

“Martial Lunatic's seclusion chamber, farewell. I won't be visiting today.” He felt a slight regret.

This was the result of hard restraint. He always felt that place was too oppressive. Even though the Martial Lunatic wasn't home, that place was likely still a one-way trip in.

He vanished without a trace!

Behind him, that group of people was still wailing and tearing their hair out, completely mad.

Chu Feng was enraptured, beginning his sudden enlightenment on the road. Various dao sounds boomed in his mind, and scripture symbols flowed in his blood. It was astonishing.

Soon, his bones, internal organs, skin, and even his hair were inscribed with cryptic order symbols, and scriptures circulated around his body.

For a moment, his entire body glowed, and the dao sounds were ceaseless.

Eventually, the scripture symbols penetrated deep into his bone marrow, solidifying within his very bones, then spreading to his soul light, forming the most magnificent and intricate patterns!

Outside Chu Feng's body, a shimmering curtain of scriptures formed, enveloping him like a large cocoon. This was truly a deep-level comprehension of the dao.

The Daoist, Grand Thunder Sound, Dream Ancient Dao, Phoenix, and Primordial Demon breathing techniques—several ultimate breathing methods rotated, as if hatching a world, nurturing a supreme path.

Within the shimmering curtain, roars constantly reverberated, scriptures scattered, order chains burned like kindling, and dao flames illuminated the darkness, incinerating Chu Feng.

At the end of the Soul River, the world behind the gate.

The man in the black light remained strong. After hearing the white crow's words, he still refused to back down, insisting on a hundred Ancestral Talisman Papers.

“If you don't give them to me, I'll kill you, you dead white duck!”

He threatened, preparing to seize them himself and see what lay at the end.

As for what truly existed at the so-called last pass of the Soul River, and whether there were any living beings there now, he expressed skepticism and intended to investigate himself.

“I reckon everything in that place is dead, right?” he said, appearing fearless.

“Presumptuous!” The white crow was enraged. The man in the black light was too arrogant, adopting an overbearing and unyielding stance. Did he truly think this place was a benevolent land?

He didn't even consider how many powerful individuals had died here in the past, how many mighty figures had fallen. In every era, countless people had attempted to conquer this place, but hadn't they all ended up bleeding and failing to achieve their desires?

“Who are you calling presumptuous?!”

With a boom, the man in the black light strode forward, directly swinging the large bell in his hand and smashing it towards the white crow. The bell's reverberations shook, disturbing the eternal tranquility of the place.

“You!” The white crow's pupils constricted. It quickly spread its wings, and white light, like an ocean, formed a barrier, blocking the bell's reverberations. It seemed unwilling to let these dao ripples impact the world behind it.

“Don't force me!” the white crow said coldly. However, it quickly softened its stance, saying, “Some matters, if the balance is broken now, may not turn out as you wish. On the contrary, it could be a great disaster.”

It even began transmitting a message, intending to secretly discuss with the man in the black light, suggesting that some things could be negotiated.

The man let out a cold snort and secretly rang the bell. But this time, it wasn't directed at the end of the Soul River or the white crow. Instead, a beam of bell reverberations shot back along his original path, piercing through the heavens, constrained to move in a single direction.

Ultimately, the bell reverberations sounded outside the realm, somewhere deep within an unknown layer of the heavens.

In an instant, a certain black behemoth, which had been grumbling and cursing with a look of disdain and disgust after biting a human bone, had its fur stand on end!

“The Emperor's bell!” It was startled and suspicious. Who was ringing the bell?

Then, its dog-like face changed exceptionally fast, becoming even darker than the bottom of a black pot. It snarled, “These days, these little brats are all insane! They dare to provoke this Emperor again and again. Have they forgotten how ferocious this Emperor was back then? Just you wait, I'll kill you all!”

At the same time, at the end of the Soul River, the man in the black light once again conjured the long, rectangular bronze piece in his hand, projecting it. A beam of bronze light left the Soul River, illuminating the outer chaos of the Yang Realm.

“Who is disturbing me? Are these little brats of later generations all mad, daring to fish for me?!” In the chaos, another person grew angry.

Meanwhile, in Yin Province, Number Nine's fusion body pierced the Master of the Soul Light Cavern, leaving him full of large holes and covered in blood. The Grand Dao that encircled his body was severed, and its order was completely obliterated.

“You can't kill me! This is personal revenge! Everyone, he wants to defeat us one by one! How could I be a creature from the Soul River?” the Master of the Soul Light Cavern argued.

“Then let's go check the Soul Light Cavern!” said Nine-Six-Three.

At this moment, Martial Emperor frowned. He vaguely heard the prayers of his disciples. What was happening? It felt somewhat evil. “Dog food,” “fed to a dog”—what was all this nonsensical talk?!