Chapter 1478: Flip Over

The Dog Emperor and the Corpse both felt an icy chill. Who could it be? Someone who had achieved the ultimate fruit of cultivation, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity. This being was remarkably composed. Even during the brutal war of yesteryear, when the Soul River was almost annihilated, he did not appear. Perhaps, as speculated on the blood-stained silkworm skin, the being was in a critical stage of secluded cultivation at that time and was unable to act.

"Who do you think it is?" asked the Corpse. He was deeply disturbed. A cold dread surged up his spine, and certain unsettling suspicions cast a heavy shadow over his mind. The Dog Emperor also looked around warily, fearing the being might suddenly emerge. An instinct made him uneasy. The depths of the Calamity Land were terrifying, and the unknown enemy's danger level far exceeded imagination; it was definitely a grave threat.

"Who could it possibly be?" the Dog Emperor murmured, a cloud of worry covering his mind. Although half of the blood-stained silkworm skin was missing, the Dog Emperor and the Corpse could still make some deductions and had strong suspicions. The blood-stained characters on the silkworm skin carried intensely strong emotions, capable of making the little Divine Silkworm feel shock, joy, sorrow, and despair. That being must have had a profound connection with him.

"Is it a powerful figure from that glorious great era?" The bald man leaned forward, his expression also grim. Anyone who saw the blood-written Divine Silkworm skin lost here would be terrified.

"Judging by this blood-written text, whether we knew each other or not, there was some intersection," the Corpse said in a deep voice. Holding the silkworm skin, he carefully examined it, making inferences and associations. He immersed himself in the little silkworm's emotions, trying to understand the blood-written text from its perspective. At this moment, the Corpse felt a chill run down his spine. He increasingly felt that one of his suspicions might be true.

"Who did you think of?" asked the Dog Emperor.

"An ancient figure, a dead man," the Corpse said in a low voice. Hearing this, the Dog Emperor nodded solemnly and gravely. He also thought of a person who was once believed to have long since passed away, but whose fate was now uncertain. They collectively warned the man in the dense fog, fearing he might suffer a loss. If he were to be ambushed by that truly supreme being, the trouble would be immense!

However, that individual was as steady as an ancient Buddha. He forced the Nine-Colored Soul Master, striking him down multiple times with large palms, suppressing him, and then frantically plundering soul substances. Indeed, the situation was now somewhat out of control. It wasn't Chu Feng who wanted to do this, but the stone pot. Golden patterns spread fiercely from his feet, extending into the depths of the Calamity Land, plundering supreme treasures and materials.

Chu Feng heard the conversation of the others: "There are still truly supreme beings in the Soul River?!" Chu Feng was going crazy. He was merely holding on by a thread now. Did they really think he was strolling around casually with his hands behind his back, feeling relaxed? He wanted to say, "I am enduring unimaginable pressure." After all, he was fighting a quasi-supreme! Although it was somewhat addictive and made him feel euphoric, once he sobered up, he would naturally realize this was playing with fire and incurring immense karma. For now, he seemed to be doing as he pleased, his divine might overwhelming the world. However, all of this would have to be repaid in the future!

After today, when the stone pot became dormant and the great hand behind him vanished, whom would the Soul River seek retribution from? What would he do then? Where would he go to cry? Ultimately, it was the pot and the great hand behind him that were causing trouble and acting tyrannically. As for the blame... it would all fall on him! Moreover, it was the biggest blame related to a supreme being!

"Long Dayu, I miss you!" Chu Feng deeply missed that strange dragon. It was more suitable for it to bear this kind of blame, after all, it was already... accustomed to it. Chu Feng sighed lamentably, "Is this even letting people live?" Of course, to outsiders, he appeared to possess unrivaled heavenly might and world-shaking combat power. However, he knew his own limitations. What would he do in the future? Chu Feng was truly going insane. That talk about fighting a supreme being being addictive—at this moment, the addiction... was completely gone!

In fact, that peacock was also going crazy! Today, he suffered immense humiliation. Not only did all his old wounds flare up, but he was also petted like a cat, had his head patted like a dog, and was covered in blood. He had truly had enough; he was on the verge of exploding. Especially now, the man in the dense fog was inexplicably experiencing intense emotional fluctuations. Had he taken the wrong medicine? He was frantically kneading and striking him, his head practically being pounded into a pulp!

The Corpse and the Dog Emperor stared blankly ahead, unable to offer any more suggestions. But all of them were very serious, their hearts extremely heavy. The Corpse sighed, "If it's that person from back then, it's truly terrifying. He once stifled everyone, an incredibly unique existence." He added, "He never died; he has become a supreme being!"

"Is it... who?" The bald man was suspicious. In fact, he also had a bad premonition and vaguely guessed who it was.

"Who was the little Divine Silkworm closest to?" asked the Dog Emperor.

"The Heavenly Emperor, and us," the bald man replied. He and the little silkworm had an excellent relationship; they were brothers who had faced life and death together.

"What about before he knew us?" asked the Corpse. Hearing this, the bald man's scalp tingled. It indeed matched his uneasy associations. He had also thought the same, that it was related to an earlier period.

The little silkworm from Divine Silkworm Ridge had an extremely peculiar origin back then. Although many believed he was a powerful figure of the same era as the bald man and the Dog Emperor, he had actually experienced a much longer span of time. He was a being sealed from an ancient era. Before that extremely distant era, Divine Silkworm Ridge once shook the world. Everything originated from one person who had once been unrivaled across heaven and earth. He perfected the cultivation method of that clan! He was once invincible after nine transformations. Afterward, he underwent a tenth transformation, surpassing all from ancient times to the present.

In that era, he made everyone fearful and helpless, because he was too strong and unmatched, and because he lived for an exceptionally long time. During those years, some surviving Supremes hid from him, remaining dormant and carefully avoiding his formidable presence. The Divine Silkworm's Ten Transformations shook the past and present! His exceptionally long lifespan made countless people despair, as he outlived countless protagonists of different eras. And this person had a profound connection with the little silkworm! The little silkworm being sealed until the era of the Dog Emperor and the bald man should be related to that invincible powerhouse. Therefore, at this moment, the few of them were terrified. They thought of that person, but was it truly him?

The master of the Black Blood Institute's face stiffened upon hearing this. He really wanted to say, "That ancient figure from that clan is still alive? That's terrifying!" This wasn't just any other clan; it was the Divine Silkworm Ridge clan. Their members were few, but that place was extremely ominous. A Divine Silkworm exceeding ten transformations—unprecedented! A terrifying being, believed to have died countless years ago, was actually undergoing a death tribulation and was truly still alive. How strong must he be now?!

"The Divine Emperor!" The black dog finally uttered that name. Looking back at the river of time, he was once an astonishing and formidable figure from ancient times. It was he who pushed the Divine Silkworm Art to its peak, surpassing nine transformations. Now, it seemed he had progressed far beyond what anyone imagined. How many transformations had he truly undergone?

"In our era, during the Age of Dharma Decline, all races honored the highest achievers as deities. There was once an invincible being from the True Phoenix clan who reached unprecedented heights and was revered as a deity by all races."

"And the one from Divine Silkworm Ridge? He was even more ruthless, directly proclaiming himself the Divine Emperor!" In that era, who else dared to do such a thing? Only this one dared to call himself the Divine Emperor, revered by all races. This was what set him apart. Eras differed from one another. In that Age of Dharma Decline, anyone associated with the word "Divine" meant being supremely invincible. That person's glorious era could indeed rival the era of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Is it really him?" The bald man sighed, feeling a chill down his spine. That person should have been long dead, separated from them by hundreds of thousands, even millions of years. However, they did indeed have an encounter with that person back then. They had seen his coffin!

"The Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythical Era!" Even the Corpse sighed in awe; that coffin was extremely special. They had truly encountered this coffin. It was made of stone, pathetically small, able to be held in one's palm, as if it truly contained a silkworm. Yet, inside it lay a once-invincible being. When the coffin opened, nine-colored light soared into the sky, refining heaven and earth and suppressing everything. On Mount Sumeru, it forced the Monk Emperor to appear and eventually concede.

Divine Silkworm Ridge's renown throughout the world was linked to this person. Leading only a few dozen clan members, he looked down upon all races and left a glorious reputation in history. Now, both the Dog Emperor and the Corpse had associated this person with the blood-stained silkworm skin. How strong must he be now? Each transformation was a rebirth! Has he now undergone thirteen Divine Silkworm transformations, or even surpassed fourteen transformations?! Upon thinking of this, everyone shivered with dread!

"Back then, I already felt something was off," said the Dog Emperor. "After the battle on Mount Sumeru, that Nine-Layered Coffin actually entered outer space on its own, traversing the universe and disappearing." Later, after many years passed, they became strong enough, but they never saw that coffin again. Now, it seems it fell into the Soul River through a world rift? Did the Divine Emperor's corpse gain sentience and turn dark, or did he never truly die at all? For some reason, both the Dog Emperor and the Corpse were unnerved. They felt it was more likely the latter.

"When he lay in the Nine-Layered Coffin back then, perhaps he wasn't entirely dead, but merely undergoing a transformation. That clan's cultivation method is too special and extremely terrifying." This was highly possible. In that era, everyone said he had died, but who truly knew his ultimate whereabouts? Especially, an unprecedented ten-transformation Divine Silkworm: as long as the body remained, anything was still possible! Each time he died, if he revived, he would become even stronger. This was the most terrifying aspect. In that life, he didn't fully die, but transformed between life and death? Later, his coffin might have fallen into a world rift and ended up in the Soul River.

"The Divine Silkworm's nine transformations were already invincible in the Age of Dharma Decline. The tenth transformation could turn the impossible into possible. After all these years, if he has been continuously transforming, it's simply unimaginable!" The bald man's heart was heavy. After a thorough review, they speculated on who it truly was, feeling a sense of dullness and oppression!

At this moment, not only them, but even Chu Feng sensed something was wrong. He felt a great terror approaching, a crisis descending. Since things had come to this, what other choice was there? He could only... follow this path to the very end. Chu Feng could not retreat. So, where could he vent his grievances? Only by beating the quasi-supreme to death could he relieve himself!

At this point, he truly erupted. He strode forward, the blood-red halo behind him growing thicker. At this moment, not only did a pair of large hands materialize, but even a blurry outline of a body began to appear! Who was it? In the distance, Jiudao Yi was shocked. Was it the one he had prayed to for countless years? If it truly was this person, then no matter who was here or what dangers existed, there was nothing to fear. He would simply sweep them aside!

The large hand, like chaotic immortal lightning, shattered the area. The Soul River's flow was severed, steaming upwards. The Calamity Land cracked and fell into a black abyss.

"Truly formidable!" At this moment, Li's eyes gleamed with a strange light. As for the Martial Lunatic, his eyes were a dark, greenish-black, emitting a dark glow. That aura was too astonishing. Without the protection of the Emperor's Bell, no one would be able to stand here! The Corpse and the others closely watched what was ahead.

The Dog Emperor said, "What's there to be afraid of? It doesn't matter. If the one in the dense fog is truly the Heavenly Emperor's real body, what if the Divine Emperor is alive and has surpassed fourteen transformations? I firmly believe he can still blow him to smithereens!" Chu Feng felt the power of the large hands behind him significantly strengthen. The phantom manifested, suppressing the area! He realized this was not yet the complete form. If the blood-red divine halo were to reflect a complete being, how strong would it truly be?! Indeed, there was a chasm, a considerable distance, between quasi-supreme and ultimate powerhouses!

There was no need to say anything; he would blow them up first and think about the future later. Chu Feng threw caution to the wind. As time passed, the one behind him grew increasingly powerful. The Nine-Colored Soul Master went frantic and mad. His hair was disheveled, but it changed nothing. He was trapped in an extremely perilous situation, unable to escape. His body was torn, covered in wounds. Blood splattered from before his massive eyes.

"Look, he's been beaten to tears again!" the Dog Emperor said.

"Indeed, what a loser!" the bald man echoed. The Nine-Colored Soul Master truly wanted to kill them, to torture them to death!

Boom!

From the depths of the Calamity Land, massive amounts of soul substance surged forth, flowing into the golden patterns before Chu Feng. This was a frenzied plunder!

"Argh..." The Nine-Colored Soul Master let out a long howl, his voice shaking all realms. At this moment, not only from the depths of the Calamity Land, but also from his own body, soul substance was flowing away. Moreover, a crystalline bracelet was being stripped from his body. That was a supreme treasure that nourished soul light, an absolute rarity among precious substances. It crystallized in the deepest part of the Soul River, requiring long ages of precipitation to form. Such an item, kept within the quasi-supreme Nine-Colored Soul Master's body, was naturally a priceless treasure. Now, it was taken, and instantly disintegrated, transforming into beams of light that flowed into the stone pot within Chu Feng's body. Behind him, a group of people gasped in cold air. This person was truly tyrannical!

The Nine-Colored Heavenly Blade ignited, shimmering like a flame. It erupted with blade energy capable of cleaving through myriad worlds, forged from supreme Grand Dao chains, and slashed towards Chu Feng. The Calamity Land trembled violently, and the ultimate realm quaked. The pair of large hands behind Chu Feng directly clamped onto the blade. This time, not giving the Nine-Colored Soul Master a chance to unleash the blade, they forcefully surged energy. The long blade dimmed, and some cracks appeared. At this moment, as if sensing Chu Feng's thoughts, the stone pot's golden patterns also spread over. With a crack, the Nine-Colored Long Blade finally shattered, turning into pieces of metal on the ground, undoubtedly a refined product of nine types of prime gold.

"Got it!" Chu Feng's heart pounded. This was supreme material, perfect for refining into his Vajra Ring. Golden patterns spread from his feet. The stone pot's energy was terrifying. Absorbing soul substance, it also refined the alloy of these nine types of prime gold. Finally, a lump of prime gold appeared on the ground, then it was swallowed by the golden patterns and fell into the pot.

"I will refine my unique weapon," Chu Feng decided, "merging the Vajra Ring with the small gray grinding disc inside me!" The Nine-Colored Soul Master roared with rage. All of this happened in a flash. His weapon, refined with blood and soul, was destroyed just like that, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices and his body to crack all over. Naturally, he was unwilling to surrender passively. He fought with all his might. Immeasurable light soared from his back. Those were his tail feathers, eighty-one in total, dazzlingly bright, forming a halo that illuminated all ages and generations! If it were any other powerful being, a single touch of this light would instantly reduce them to ashes.

Clearly, this was power that surpassed his own limits. Once activated, it would harm his origin. He would never use it unless it was a matter of life or death. Unfortunately, he had met the wrong opponent! The phantom behind Chu Feng had gradually appeared. Besides his arms solidifying further, one of his feet was also slowly gaining an outline. This trembling Calamity Land was about to collapse! At this moment, everyone was shocked. Its power hadn't fully manifested yet. It was simply... unimaginable. How powerful would it be when all its might converged? Spanning ancient times and the present, invincible for eternity!

At this moment, one of the large hands formed a fist and directly punched forward, shattering the Nine-Colored Soul Master's tail feathers! Dazzling light burst forth, and unmatched energy poured out. The Peacock clan's quasi-supreme shrieked miserably, never having been so wretched. Those were the objects of his enlightenment. The eighty-one tail feathers concentrated all his cultivation. Now they were shattered by another, and he couldn't stop it even by exerting all his strength. It could be seen that seventy-two vibrant tail feathers exploded, Grand Dao symbols burned, and they were completely obliterated by that punch.

However, nine remained in the end, still growing on his back. These nine were very special and distinct, truly reaching the supreme level! This was also the source of his confidence. By relying on them, he could continuously evolve, and he had found the true supreme path. As long as he had enough time to evolve all eighty-one true feathers to the supreme level, he would cross that threshold and become a true supreme being! But now, the man in the dense fog gave him no chance. He locked his body and extended a pair of large hands. With one hand, he pressed down on him, and with the other, he seized the nine tail feathers and pulled hard!

"Argh..." A heart-wrenching scream shook the Soul River, alarming all realms. All powerful beings heard it and witnessed the terrifying phenomenon. A nine-colored peacock, boundless and filling the dark universe, was instead constrained by a pair of blurry large hands, which forcefully tore off nine true feathers of enlightenment! Blood splattered, staining the Soul River red and reflecting on the Calamity Land. The Nine-Colored Soul Master wailed in anger, his entire body erupting with ominous substances, but he still could not stop any of it.

With the nine supreme-level feathers pulled off, he instantly weakened, his foundation damaged. His own Dao Fruit was full of cracks and collapsing. The material of these feathers was very strong and terrifying. After falling, they cut through space and sliced open the ultimate realm; they were practically indestructible. If these were refined into weapons, it would be unimaginable. These were artifacts capable of destroying worlds! Chu Feng's eyes burned with desire. These were definitely good things. If he could absorb their essence and fuse them into his Vajra Ring and the small gray grinding disc, it would be unimaginable. He wanted to fuse and forge his own weapon.

Golden patterns spread, covering the nine supreme true feathers. In the end, they actually dulled and gradually returned to an ordinary state! "They won't be refined into ordinary feathers, will they?" Chu Feng worried. The nine feathers vanished, falling into the stone pot. In any case, they were temporarily in Chu Feng's hands. He would study them later. His heart was aflame with excitement. Those were nine... supreme true feathers! At this point, Chu Feng was certain that the quasi-supreme before him no longer posed any threat. Therefore, he felt at ease. With confidence in his heart, his strange remarks... naturally followed, unable to be held back.

"So weak!" Chu Feng spoke for the first time, uttering his own voice. The Peacock clan's quasi-supreme's eyes blazed with fury; he was enraged to the extreme. Was he being underestimated, looked down upon like this? But what could he do? He was already dying! Behind him, although the Martial Lunatic was shocked, he also felt something unusual. Why did this person give him a special feeling? Had they interacted before?

"Invincible Lord, I wish to follow by your side!" The master of the Black Blood Institute was the most excited, unable to stop himself from speaking.

"Lord, truly invincible through all ages!" Tai Yi's second son, Old Ancestor Tai Heng, also had feverish eyes. He also wanted to kowtow and become a disciple at that person's feet. But why did he also have a feeling that something was amiss? A strange sensation stirred in his heart.

Chu Feng's mouth twitched. If his identity were exposed, what would these people think?

"What are you still waiting for? Are you using me as a pawn to test the power level of the invaders? How long will you wait?!" The Nine-Colored Soul Master growled, filled with anger and despair. If one did not become supreme, they would ultimately remain a mere pawn! He was nominally the Lord of the Soul River, but only on the surface, handling all sorts of dirty and arduous tasks.

Behind Chu Feng, the large hand formed a fist and delivered a killing blow. With a single punch, the Nine-Colored Soul Master was obliterated! However, the sky did not weep. The phenomena that occur after a quasi-supreme's death did not manifest. In the distance, the mist parted slightly, revealing the scene in the depths of the Calamity Land. It was an abyss, and an object hovered there, drawing away the true spirit of the Peacock clan's quasi-supreme.

"It truly is him!" The Dog Emperor's pupils contracted. Had that person finally emerged? Before the black abyss, a silkworm cocoon floated, resembling a jar, emitting a faint, silent glow. It was precisely this that took away the Nine-Colored Soul Master's true spirit. Was it him? The Divine Emperor who had surpassed thirteen, or even fourteen, transformations?! The abyss was silent; the silkworm cocoon was empty. How many times had that powerhouse, who once dominated ancient and modern times, died and transformed? Had he truly arrived?!

At this moment, the black fur on the Dog Emperor's entire body stood on end. Unbeknownst to them, the damaged Emperor's Bell also glowed. It chimed on its own, without anyone needing to activate it. The bell's reverberations surged like an ocean, forming a tsunami, exploding with roars. Jiudao Yi and the Crouching Corpse also had their hair stand on end, feeling icy cold from head to toe.

But at this moment, Chu Feng suddenly turned and looked in another direction. There, a path silently appeared, piercing through space-time and surfacing by the Soul River! The Reincarnation Road! Chu Feng's pupils contracted. He recognized this kind of path; it was a road related to reincarnation, one he had walked before. However, this one looked older, somewhat special and different. His first thought was that this was the Ancient Underworld—the Reincarnation Road!

In another direction, there was violent trembling. Space-time became hazy, and a passage emerged there. Faintly visible, it connected to a blurry Celestial Pit! "Could this be the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit?!" Chu Feng's heart pounded. At this sight and moment, he only wanted to say one thing: This time... things were going to go sideways! Besides there being a true supreme being in the deepest part of the Soul River, even monsters were crawling out of the Ancient Underworld and the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit?! How could things *not* go sideways now?!