Chapter 1477: Striking Wu Shang Has Already Become Addictive

"Ah!"

From the depths of the Ultimate Land, the supreme being roared in fury. Instantly, blood energy surged like an ocean crashing against the heavens, sweeping across all directions.

At this moment, all heavens trembled precariously. Countless observers saw the sky turn crimson, the grand dao dim, and order shatter, signaling imminent destruction.

The myriad realms were on the verge of collapse! Terrible cracks appeared across many heavenly domains, impacted by the strange blood-red phenomena that had inexplicably encroached, shocking everyone.

At the end of the Soul River, deep within the Cursed Land, the supreme being was beyond furious. He felt gravely humiliated today. The figure in the great mist had first ignored him, then belittled him, and now humiliated him by repeatedly patting his head with a palm. A warrior might be killed, but never disgraced!

Chu Feng was speechless. "You can hate me for this? Blame me?" he thought. He felt utterly wronged. "I was just looking around here, and you came at me with a blade. Did I provoke you? Besides," he wanted to say, "I didn't even move a muscle. I didn't lay a hand on you, and I certainly wasn't the one patting your head." The more he thought about it, the more indignant and wronged Chu Feng felt. "Not only did I not move, I didn't even say a word. How can this be my fault? In fact, I didn't even want to look at you, or pay much attention to you. I was looking at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. And yet, you still hate me? This... is too much!"

His expression and posture were immediately sensed by the supreme being. Through the special great mist, the only thing visible was Chu Feng's eyes. As a result, the supreme being was once again enraged! "How outrageous! Who is this man in the great mist? Is he deliberately here to humiliate me?"

"Ah..." he roared, furious, his mighty shouts shaking the myriad realms. Blood energy surged, dyeing all heavens red, rushing towards chaos, then sweeping towards a desolate sea of worlds. He was truly on the verge of madness!

Behind them, Daoist Nine, the Dog Emperor, the Corpse, and others were exhilarated, trembling with excitement. This boosted their morale immensely, bringing tears to their eyes. For how many years had they waited? Finally, this day had come. Was this the day to sweep away the Soul River and break through the Ultimate Land?!

The Dog Emperor and the Corpse's eyes were already red. In their era, almost everyone had perished, all for the sake of suppressing the source of anomalies. Looking back, where were their friends and family now?! So many had died in battle; contemplating this scene, they wanted to cry loudly. Especially recently, the last vestiges of that monkey, the valiant Saint Emperor, had vanished before their eyes, leaving them with immense heartache. In that era, a brilliant golden age had been buried, yet the lingering troubles were never fully resolved. The source of the great disaster still existed. Could they witness its demise today?

"Kill them! Break through this place and avenge our old friends!" the Dog Emperor growled.

Daoist Nine also shed tears, thinking of too much. At least a few people were still alive by the Dog Emperor's side, but what about the people of his own era? Who else remained from that great age? It was highly likely that he was the only one left. Alas, those old friends—some who had reigned supreme over all heavens for ten generations, others who had sought to traverse the heavens with their physical bodies—were all gone, withered away in the primordial wilderness of eternity, never to be seen again!

Daoist Nine was forlorn and heartbroken. As he witnessed hope today, how could he not feel sorrow for the fallen powerhouses and for the friends who had shed blood and tears?

"I am your eyes, always with you, helping you witness the day all ominous sources are wiped out. The den will be thoroughly purged in due time!" This was the shared sentiment of Daoist Nine and the Dog Emperor.

"Forgive my sentimentality," Daoist Nine said. "When one gets old, one becomes nostalgic, thinking of the past, of good brothers who shared life and death with me, of joyous songs and laughter, of the brilliant era when prodigies emerged in abundance. I'm old, and I miss them more and more. I truly wish to follow... those people from my memories." He shook his head, then wiped away his sorrow, quickly recovering.

"This emperor is also a commoner," the Dog Emperor said, wiping away his cloudy old tears. "Ultimately, I can't let go; there's too much I can't put down. I've even lost face in front of the younger generation." He straightened his hunched back, standing tall again, hugging the little Saint Ape tightly as he continued to watch the battle.

"Ah..." A furious roar emanated from the depths of the Cursed Land, belonging to the supreme being. He was truly indignant and suffocated, for as he raised his blade to cleave forward, he was suppressed once again. The large hand, though slow, powerfully pressed down the glistening nine-colored long blade and successfully struck his head twice more. His hair disheveled, seeing stars, ears ringing, and blood overflowing from his mouth and nose—for how many years had he endured such utter humiliation!

"Incredible! So powerful! Fighting a supreme being is effortless. What immense strength! Who is he? Is he the legendary one?" The owner of the Black Blood Institute couldn't help but comment in a hushed, fervent tone. He was utterly awestruck, like a devout worshipper, eager to prostrate himself.

The Martial Emperor's eyes gleamed with envy, his breathing rapid. This was the power he sought: after eons, all heavens, all laws, all grand daos would be empty, only oneself remaining eternally true! Like the man in the great mist, countless eras and eons had passed. Where were the people of his generation? And those brilliant great realms? All had withered, all were gone, yet he remained. Naturally, there was sadness, great sorrow, and desolation in this, but if one ceased to exist, even that regret and profound grief could not be experienced. Therefore, becoming strong, becoming the strongest, was his eternal obsession, his relentless persistence and choice.

On the other side, Li sighed softly, "Will there come a day when, across the vast world, all my contemporaries become ancient memories, and only I remain? Like the Heavenly Emperors of history, solitary, drifting away, walking alone." As soon as these words left his mouth, the expressions of those beside him immediately changed.

"What are you saying? Only you will remain? What about us? Where will we go? We are your contemporaries right now!" "What do you mean? Only you will become a Heavenly Emperor? We'll all be dead?!" The Martial Emperor, in particular, had just been pondering this very question, envisioning a future where all heavens withered, and his disciples and followers had all perished and were gone. And now, with a single sentence, Li had directly categorized even him, the Martial Emperor, into a pile of dry bones in future memories? "Damn you!" Everyone wanted to loudly reprimand Li, the Black Hand.

The bald man spoke up, saying, "Be serious, we're still in battle! The Heavenly Emperor is fighting the supreme being!" However, no matter how one looked at it, he himself wasn't serious enough; his demeanor was quite relaxed because there was no need to rush or panic—that person was simply too powerful. Hadn't they noticed that even at this stage, that person was still occasionally gazing at the sky? The bald man even found himself following suit, looking up. "What's up there? Does comprehending the great dao begin with gazing at the sky? Did that person become so powerful precisely by doing this?"

The Dog Emperor coughed, very seriously, but his words were quite cutting. "Is there a battle happening? I just saw the Heavenly Emperor petting a cat."

With just that one sentence, the supreme being deep within the Ultimate Land nearly exploded on the spot! Unforgivable! Even a dog from back then dared to scorn him so, to ridicule and insult him, a supreme powerhouse! He must be executed! Indeed, during the exchange, the man in the great mist had repeatedly patted his head twice, making it truly seem like... damn it, he was patting his head. This was simply brimming with malice. Even though he considered himself a supreme powerhouse, he felt as if all the world's ill will had descended upon him. His body trembled, fueled by rage, utterly furious. He was truly being humiliated again and again!

"Petting a cat?" Daoist Nine asked, glancing suspiciously at the Dog Emperor. "That's not very kind of you." Then, he shook his head and added, "No, it's clearly patting a dog's head, saying, 'Good boy, little dog!'"

At the end of the Soul River, deep within the Ultimate Land, even though the supreme being had long since eradicated all negative emotions normal individuals might possess, he was now enraged! "Little dog, head patting?! Have you gone mad? How dare you insult me like this! Don't you know that when a supreme being's rage erupts, all heavens will collapse and all realms will shatter? You're asking for death!" They're all insane! This was the resentment and hatred experienced by the supreme being in his paroxysm of fury. He felt as if he had returned to his youth, once again experiencing emotions like anger and sorrow. This shouldn't be happening, yet it was. His mood today was utterly foul.

In the distance, another being was also enraged, seemingly even more furious than him! "Woof!" The Dog Emperor, incensed, pounced and immediately tried to bite Daoist Nine's arm. It was dodged, so it aimed for his backside instead, biting down viciously! "Woof! I warn you, don't provoke this emperor! I've even lectured Heavenly Emperors before," it warned solemnly, not forgetting to boast of its achievements. But then it let out a shriek, "Ugh, you rotten human skin! Eons have passed, and you clearly haven't showered once!" The Dog Emperor swore profusely, looking utterly disgusted and fed up with life.

"What's new about that? Why would I bathe? I am imperishable through all calamities, spotless and pure. However, this is just human skin; the truly spotless part is the transformed flesh and divine embryo. These few layers of skin... they are quite ancient, having endured the baptism of ages. Let me tell you, these human skins once rolled and struggled for three millennia in a pit of rotting corpses, soaked for eighteen thousand years in an immeasurable blood pool, and were in a filthy..." "Get lost, you old bastard, shut up! Don't say another word!" The Dog Emperor panicked, wanting to hear no more. At the same time, it sternly warned Daoist Nine not to compare it to the supreme being from the anomalous source; it couldn't afford to lose face like that.

In the distance, the colossal one-eyed creature in the darkness occasionally shed blood, illuminating parts of the dark universe and revealing its vast, indistinct, and utterly terrifying body. At this moment, what could he say, what could he do? Suppressed, treated with disdain, humiliated, ridiculed—how could he alleviate his distress now? Only a single roar could dispel his myriad sorrows. On this day, throughout all heavens and myriad realms, no matter where they were, all powerhouses heard that profoundly furious roar, emanating from the supreme being! Everyone's scalp tingled, and a chill ran down their spines. What had happened to push a supreme being to such a state?!

At this moment, Chu Feng, with his hands clasped behind his back and an inscrutable demeanor, actually wanted to speak. "You all are so joyful, but is that okay? Can you consider my feelings? I'm... a little panicked!" First, he didn't know what that thing behind his neck was that could actually fight a supreme being, but why did the hair on his neck stand on end? He felt as if someone was constantly blowing cold air on his back, terrifying him. Second, although the supreme being was currently suppressed, it wasn't his doing. If the mysterious power on him suddenly vanished, things would get very interesting. At the same time, he was displeased with the bleeding cyclops eye. "Why are you roaring? Just retreat, isn't that simpler? Why cling on and fight me? No, fight the being behind me, what are you trying to do? Aren't you afraid we'll all capsize together?!" "If you retreat, you're good, I'm good, he's good, everyone's good—that's what truly matters!"

However, upon seeing Chu Feng's gaze through the great mist, the supreme being deep within the Ultimate Land became even more enraged. "What do you mean? You dare to stare at me like that, even reprimanding me?" The supreme being's response to Chu Feng was naturally a roar that cracked the heavens, causing the myriad realms to rumble and shake, terrifying beyond measure.

Chu Feng also became annoyed. "You're still roaring at me? I thought peace was paramount, but you keep provoking me, first trying to cleave me with your Heavenly Blade, then constantly roaring at me. Do you really think I have a good temper? I am Chu Ultimate, and right now, I am invincible! Yes, I am currently unmatched under heaven!" As Chu Feng fumed, he also became a little carried away. Unconsciously, he truly made a move! He took a step forward, intending to strike the opponent's head. If he could suppress and kill him, then he would simply do it! When dealing with enemies, he was no benevolent saint; he would never be soft-hearted. Now that there was an opportunity, he would go for a big one. "Smash your dog head!" This was the cry in Chu Feng's heart, and so, instinctively, he took a step.

At this moment, winds and clouds shifted, heaven and earth lost their color, and all great daos resonated and trembled. The figure in the great mist became even more indistinct. To outsiders, that figure appeared even more awe-inspiring. Its might was boundless, its form transcended all daos, and its power was unparalleled, shaking antiquity and illuminating the present. In fact, as Chu Feng took a step, the golden patterns interwoven beneath his feet actively spread, extending to deeper and more distant areas, reaching the Ultimate Land. Instantly, the supreme being felt his body stiffen further, as if chained by the grand dao, carrying colossal boulders weighing billions of tons, struggling to walk through a mire. At this moment, the large hand formed by the blood-red halo around Chu Feng became even more solid and powerful. This time, the large hand struck the nine-colored long blade, causing it to hum loudly, its dazzling light almost shattering. The long blade was pressed down, and his body seemed bound and confined. The supreme being's heart pounded; he had a terrible premonition. Could the Cursed Land be stained with his blood?! A being like him was virtually indestructible through all calamities, difficult to erase. If he were to bleed, it would be a matter of life and death!

As expected, this time, he suffered a heavy blow. When the large hand slapped down, his ears rang, and his colossal single eye splattered with large streaks of blood, glistening and brilliant, illuminating the darkness and revealing part of his true form. It was a man with phoenix-like eyes like lightning, an enchantingly handsome face, and nine-colored plumes on his head. In fact, from his blurred outline, it seemed he had a slightly smaller avian head on top of his own. At this point, he was continuously assaulted, the large hands slapping his head, blood splattering the Cursed Land. His old wounds flared up, making him both startled and chilled to the bone. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he grew increasingly uneasy. "Why can't I break free?" he wanted to roar. Parts of his body were immobilized by the man in the great mist, making movement incredibly difficult. "Who exactly are you?!" The supreme being felt the fear of the unknown, sensing that if he wasn't careful, he might perish.

"Did you see that? It's like patting a dog's... head." Daoist Nine's words were provocative, but it was clear he was in high spirits, no longer gloomy or sad. Seeing the grinning black dog, he quickly corrected himself, saying, "No, it's petting a cat. The hand is very strong, it made the cat's head bleed." The Dog Emperor said, "It's like an adult disciplining a child: if you don't listen, I'll beat you!" The supreme being had never felt such desolation. His entire being was filled with fury; he truly felt like he was about to explode on the spot.

*Boom!* Chu Feng continued to step forward. The sensation of immense power, his current state of omnipotence, made him... addicted! Even that supreme being was suppressed by him. Was there anything in this world he couldn't achieve? He truly wanted to exclaim, "Fighting a supreme being... is truly addictive!" Of course, he completely ignored the fact that he wasn't doing it himself. Right now, he simply felt, "I did this! My every action represents the great trend!" "I possess an invincible body that spans eternity; my every word and deed can determine the life and death of the Soul River's powerhouses." "So, since I have such means, why shouldn't I strike now? Help our allies, eliminate the great enemy, and flatten this place!"

As Chu Feng stepped forward with increasing resolve, the entire Soul River stopped flowing, then evaporated. A great mist obscured the sky, and then the entire Cursed Land trembled. That dark place continuously rumbled, as if it were about to explode! The supreme being, meanwhile, was having an increasingly difficult time. He was truly pinned down; even though the nine-colored Heavenly Blade occasionally soared into the sky, it couldn't change anything. That peerless long blade was now dulled and cracked by the blows of the large hand.

Chu Feng stepped forward, and behind him, two large hands materialized, spreading forward like a pair of wings, obscuring the sky and sun, covering the Ultimate Land. The two large hands completely suppressed the supreme being. One of them repeatedly struck down, causing him to spit blood, his single eye turning crimson, and his old wounds flaring up completely. It was so easy to suppress a supreme powerhouse? The Martial Emperor, Tai Yi, and others found it unbelievable. That person was simply too formidable, too defiant of the heavens! The bald man was excited, his entire body trembling, hot tears streaming down his weathered face. He had waited a long time for this day and was finally witnessing it firsthand!

"The Immortal Emperor strokes your crown, granting eternal life with tied hair." Daoist Nine was in high spirits. Seeing the Soul River's supreme being get his head patted again, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, he couldn't help but want to chant. But he quickly corrected himself, saying, "Eternal life my foot, go die! Smash your dog's... no, your cat's head!"

The Dog Emperor also roared, "Let's go! We'll follow and charge into the Cursed Land, overturn the Soul River, and sweep away the anomalous Ultimate Land!" At this moment, it was truly excited. Perhaps they could achieve all of this today. Had the Heavenly Emperor truly returned? What couldn't be broken through, what couldn't be obliterated? Kill them all!

Chu Feng was resolute, striding forward. With every step, the Cursed Land trembled, splitting open with terrifying cracks. As for the supreme being, he had been pinned down by Chu Feng—or perhaps, more accurately, by a large hand, trapped in place! Neither the Dog Emperor, nor Li, nor Daoist Nine and the others had imagined such a battle outcome today; it was utterly astonishing. The group followed, advancing to flatten the Soul River's Cursed Land! Chu Feng charged forward, leading the way with massive strides, causing the so-called supreme being's old wounds to flare up completely. Covered in blood and cracks, it was a miracle he had survived back then.

By this time, everyone could see some of the scenes within the Cursed Land. The Dog Emperor, Daoist Nine, and the others saw the true form of the supreme being! To confront the man in the great mist, the supreme being had truly emerged. Although he was once again suppressed, he had personally come to the edge of the Cursed Land. He was immeasurably vast; planets were insignificant in his eyes. In the depths of his eye, scenes of falling suns, dimming star rivers, and collapsing universes periodically appeared, all reflected in his bleeding single eye.

"The so-called supreme being... it's actually him! No wonder that person could beat a supreme being as easily as a parent beats a child. This enemy is that guy!" The Dog Emperor's pupils contracted as he recognized the figure. In truth, it had long suspected this; now it was merely confirmed. Back then, it had naturally never directly confronted this individual. However, through the legends of the Soul River and the divine thoughts of other old friends before their deaths, it knew of such a powerhouse. This person had plumes on his head and great dao wings on his back. He was the eldest son of the Peacock Soul Mother, revered as the Nine-Colored Soul Lord! It was a case of the mother gaining prestige through her child: the old peacock was called the Soul Mother precisely because she had given birth to an unfathomably powerful, heaven-defying offspring.

Back then, the Nine-Colored Soul Lord had nearly become a supreme powerhouse, with one foot already stepping into that realm. His magic power was overwhelming, he overlooked the myriad realms, and it was hard to find an opponent. However, he was ultimately a quasi-supreme being, not having fully entered that domain. Especially when the Heavenly Emperor traversed the Soul River, descended upon this place, and swept away the anomalous source, an earth-shattering battle erupted here. This quasi-supreme being had even less chance. Although true supreme powerhouses had indeed blocked the Heavenly Emperor back then, and the Ancient Underworld and the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit were involved, this quasi-supreme of the Peacock clan was still crippled, caught in the aftermath, and nearly died. For all these years, he had been recuperating, still hoping to once again assault the true supreme realm! Moreover, he had always considered himself supreme, having developed an invincible mindset back then. Whether it was arrogance or an unyielding belief, he was indeed ridiculously powerful, and others simply couldn't discern how strong he truly was! If the great battle hadn't erupted back then, he should have succeeded, entering the true supreme realm and becoming one of the invincible beings who overlooked eternity. However, there were no "ifs." He was still half a step short! He failed to break through that final barrier, thus not achieving that invincible cultivation level. Therefore, he carried boundless regret, wanting to make another attempt in this life. But how could the fist imprints left by the Heavenly Emperor back then be so easily dispelled? Not dying and not dissolving into the dao was already considered his great fortune.

"No wonder it seemed like petting a cat, or hitting a dog's head, or like a father disciplining his son. So it's a quasi-supreme," Daoist Nine lamented. But no matter how it sounded, it still felt a bit off. Since when had a quasi-supreme being been looked down upon? To be despised! One must know that as long as true supreme beings didn't emerge, a quasi-supreme was enough to sweep across all realms, invincible under heaven and on earth!

The Dog Emperor was both delighted and saddened. "It seems we were just one step away from completely flattening this place back then. Even with reinforcements from the Ancient Underworld and monsters from the Four Extremities' Floating Earth, they were already crippled. The Soul River was truly crippled, almost completely leveled back then. There were no true supreme beings left; they all died out, leaving only one quasi-supreme." It shed tears. It had been too difficult back then; countless heroes had fallen, and innumerable Heavenly Court disciples had their souls perish in foreign lands, dying far from home. This place was distant from the Yang Realm, so even their bones went uncollected after death. And they had actually broken through this place. Should it be considered a success? There weren't many major or minor threats left! Otherwise, why wouldn't a true supreme being emerge? After all, things had come to this point. The Peacock clan's quasi-supreme—the Nine-Colored Soul Lord—was failing and would likely perish.

At this moment, Chu Feng was about to enter the Cursed Land! This was a day that would be etched into history, and it marked the beginning of a momentous epochal shift! The Nine-Colored Soul Lord was covered in old wounds, but he did not yield, still wanting to resist. Yet, with each thundering footstep, his entire body cracked and splattered with true blood.

"I... smell someone familiar!" The Dog Emperor, who had been following Chu Feng, intent on sweeping away the Soul River, suddenly stopped. Its nose twitched, and its large, bell-like eyes fixed on a particular section of the riverbank. It had to be said, its nose was incredibly keen, almost psychic. Indeed, there was a saying from ancient times that no one in all the heavens and myriad realms had a keener sense of smell than it. "There..." The Dog Emperor pointed to a spot with a solemn expression. The Corpse, understanding its unspoken cue, silently appeared there. Its pickaxe and shovel moved in unison, quickly digging a large, deep pit, like a vast abyss. This was its area of expertise: excavating ancient ruins, unearthing prehistoric truths from countless eons ago, and so on. It was particularly skilled at this.

Beneath the ground was a mass grave, filled entirely with skeletons. Some had turned to bone powder, some were still complete bones, and some even retained decaying flesh. "Found it..." The Dog Emperor pounced down, its body trembling slightly. It found a... silkworm skin, stained with blood, the dull blood still not dry. "It's you... How could this be? Did you die here back then?" The Dog Emperor was distraught, having once again found traces of an old friend. This was the true body's skin, still stained with blood.

"Was this left by the one from Divine Silkworm Ridge?" The Corpse's mood also became subdued. The Dog Emperor's heart ached. "It's him. After growing up, he was absolutely heaven-defying, yet he still died here." "He died too..." The bald man was very sad. The Divine Silkworm Ridge—their cultivation method was too unique, renowned throughout the world. Even that immensely powerful monkey, the valiant Saint Emperor, had once diligently practiced it. As for this deceased individual, he had experienced a great calamity in the past. Later, he met the Heavenly Emperor, was taken by his side, and along with the little Saint Ape and a few others, was considered the future hope of the Heavenly Court. And he... actually died here!

"It's just a blood-stained skin; it doesn't necessarily mean he's dead," the Corpse suddenly interjected, knowing well that this particular race was incredibly hard to kill. Their cultivation method allowed them far more opportunities to revive and undergo nirvana than their own race typically had, even becoming stronger after death. "Right, there's no scent of his corpse. He might still be alive!" The Dog Emperor, though despondent, nodded solemnly, giving himself a glimmer of hope. Although he knew the hope was slim.

"There are words on the blood-stained skin!" The Corpse was meticulous, immediately seeing the truth. Even though the bloodstains obscured them, they couldn't escape the eyes of a professional like him. "'He... is still alive? I'm shocked, but also incredibly joyful. Yet, I'm sad, exceptionally heartbroken, and I'm despairing. How could it be him?'" Like a delirium, the first line of words on the silkworm skin left by the one from Divine Silkworm Ridge was so messy and chaotic, making it hard to decipher. This indicated his incredibly tumultuous state of mind at the time: shock, joy, sadness, despair, heartache—too complex. Who had he discovered?

However, the next sentence made the Dog Emperor, the Corpse, and others feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; it was quite chilling. According to the inscription, it roughly meant that there was still a supreme being in the Soul River who had never emerged. Even as that battle was drawing to a close, a certain supreme being remained perfectly intact in seclusion, never coming out. This left the Dog Emperor and the others in utter disbelief. Back then, they had fought until the Soul River burst its banks and was on the verge of destruction. If not for the reinforcements from several ancient lands, nothing would have remained; it would have been completely wiped out. In such a grand context, how could there still be a supreme being in seclusion within the Soul River who had not yet emerged?

"'He is extremely dangerous; in the past, he was no weaker than the Heavenly Emperor. He has actually remained alive, never dying, and came here!'" "'And now he is still persisting in seclusion. That's terrifying!'" These words, these records, seemed to have completely drained the last of the Divine Silkworm Ridge's individual's vitality and spirit. "'Perhaps he couldn't move, so he could only remain in seclusion. But future generations must be cautious: even though the Soul River is damaged, it still harbors an ultimate powerhouse!'" Clearly, the one from Divine Silkworm Ridge had ultimately intended to tear open space and send this blood-stained silkworm skin out to warn outsiders. Unfortunately, he failed, and so it remained here, buried in the mass grave as years passed.

At this moment, both the Dog Emperor and Daoist Nine felt a chilling, biting cold. This place was far deeper and more terrifying than they had imagined! Who was "he" referring to? Looking at the message on the blood-stained silkworm skin, they inferred that the author seemed to have had an unknown encounter with that supreme being. This was quite terrifying! Unfortunately, the silkworm skin was torn, half of it missing. Otherwise, the one from Divine Silkworm Ridge would likely have revealed the identity of the Soul River's most powerful supreme being.

Daoist Nine's pupils constricted, and the Dog Emperor also felt as if a great enemy was before them. Could the man in the great mist withstand the Soul River's most terrifying supreme powerhouse?! They wondered if it was an illusion, but faintly, they seemed to smell the terrifying scent of death. In a trance, it felt as if the realms were about to collapse and the heavens themselves would be destroyed!