Chapter 1492: Can Tian Emperor

Chu Feng's scalp prickled with dread. The creature finally made a sound, a very soft one, but to his ears, it sounded like the roar of primordial celestial thunder!

His body swayed, and he vigorously shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

So, could they finally communicate?

"Who are you?" Chu Feng urgently wanted to know. Carrying such a creature made him intensely uncomfortable, like a thorn in his side; even his soul felt ill at ease.

Then, he nearly exploded. He leaped up from where he stood, wishing he could fight a bloody battle; it would be better than what he was feeling now!

Because a large, furry hand was stroking the back of his neck, then moving to the back of his head, making all the hairs on his body stand on end. This was utterly terrifying.

Why was it acting so directly?!

But what could he do? He couldn't turn his head, his divine senses were useless, he couldn't target the creature, and his arms were unresponsive, hanging limp.

Chu Feng tried to kick backward like a scorpion, but the moment his foot left the ground, he was forcibly suppressed, as if he were carrying a divine mountain weighing billions of tons.

"Stop!" he roared.

Since the creature refused to converse, there was no point in trying to communicate. This was truly unbearable, making his skin crawl.

But the large hand didn't stop. It was enormous, a truly massive paw, which stroked the top of his head. Its long, sharp claws were like hooks, lightly scratching his scalp.

Chu Feng could even feel that with just a little pressure, it could puncture his skull and pierce through his brain. It was chillingly cold and horrifyingly eerie.

"No, wait, let's talk this over!"

Chu Feng was genuinely scared. This experience was truly tormenting. He had been through many storms, but now he felt completely unnerved and deeply uneasy.

From behind him, heavy breathing wafted, sometimes cold, sometimes hot. The airflow swept across Chu Feng's neck and through his scalp, making it increasingly unbearable for him.

In addition, the hairs on the furry hand were like steel needles, very prickly. When it grazed his neck and touched his scalp, he suspected he was bleeding.

Although he couldn't see it, Chu Feng could imagine a sinister scene: an indescribable, hair-covered monster, a truly terrifying creature, crouched on his back, sticking out a crimson tongue, with mucus dripping from its gaping maw, and its eyes gleaming chillingly at him…

He let out a low growl, wishing he could escape, but the situation worsened. His entire body became immobile, trapped in place.

It wasn't the invincible White-Clad Empress!

Chu Feng knew clearly that it was definitely not the peerlessly beautiful empress; its aura and appearance were completely inconsistent with hers, and their styles were different.

He had heard the Dog Emperor mention once or twice that the empress was always formidable, looking down upon all of history and dominating all heavens. If she truly wanted to do something, who could stop her? She wouldn't conceal anything.

This wasn't her; that woman of peerless grace wouldn't need to act like this!

Furthermore, their styles and dispositions were poles apart.

While terrified, Chu Feng also felt a little disappointed. He really wanted to meet that person, to personally witness the peerless demeanor of that extraordinary woman.

Who was this creature now? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed a bit eerie and demonic.

"You should know, I once pierced through the Soul River!" Chu Feng said, a clear show of feigned bravado. He was truly terrified. Damn it, carrying such a large being on his back, touching his neck, blowing cold air on him, and possibly piercing his skull with its claws – no one could endure that.

But after saying it, he regretted it. Strictly speaking, wasn't it the being on his back that pierced through the Soul River?

"Jar, revive!"

Chu Feng inwardly examined the stone jar within him, wanting it to revive. At this point, the golden patterns beneath his feet had already vanished, and he had no power to borrow.

There was no reaction. Though there were still faint traces of golden patterns within him, those were the jar's last lingering glows, about to fully recede.

At this moment, he truly felt that nothing in this world could be relied upon, not even the jar. In the end, he would always have to rely on himself.

If he survived unharmed, he swore to become stronger. The path to rise required him to be grounded, to walk it step by step, and to forge it himself.

Was it the soul earth?

Chu Feng guessed that the substance was too special; he still didn't understand it. Those earth properties were related to souls. Had there been some after-effects now?

Now, soul earth pervaded his soul light and his flesh, all fused together. Was this finally an abnormal reaction?

Or was it the ghost of an Emperor's corpse? It was also possible that a Heavenly Emperor who died in battle, whose soul was lost and mutated, was now attached to his body?

The mastermind behind the evolution of Earth's civilization and its continuous cycles of reincarnation? Not likely. That person shouldn't be in such a miserable state, covered in hair!

With a slight tremor, the stone jar inside Chu Feng became dim and lusterless, all golden patterns receded, and it became completely silent.

"Did you abandon me?" Chu Feng sighed softly.

At this moment, the creature on his back grew heavier, making Chu Feng feel like he was carrying a great mountain, a galaxy on his back; his spine felt like it was about to break.

His body emitted cracking sounds; his joints were shifting, about to dislocate.

At the same time, the large, furry hands, with their sharp claws, locked onto his neck. Under the night moon, in this wilderness, it was especially chilling, making Chu Feng almost suffocate.

Was it going to twist off his neck and take his head?

However, the outcome was always so unexpected. In a burst of dazzling light, the weight on his back lightened, and the creature vanished, gone without a trace.

Chu Feng found that he was covered in a cold sweat. As he looked up at the bright moon in the mountains, he felt a chill all over his body. Was it all over?

Looking back, there was nothing, just emptiness. Some thorny bushes swayed in the wind among the mountains. Under the night moon, tree shadows danced, but there was no monster.

"After the stone jar fell silent, that thing also disappeared. Is it truly unrelated to the second seed?" he murmured, but quickly came back to his senses.

Chu Feng vanished from the spot, no longer wishing to stay.

He had been too passive today. Especially just now, his life and death were at another's whim. This feeling was very unpleasant. He had a strong desire: "I want to become stronger!"

Chu Feng left, crossing dozens of states, completely leaving that eerie and treacherous mountain range.

But the Great Gray Sacrifice was about to begin. Did he still have a chance to rise?

Chu Feng shook his head, feeling disheartened.

Not long after, he arrived at a prosperous great state. This state was largely peaceful, possessing both divine-demonic and technological civilizations.

From afar, Chu Feng saw neon lights flashing, and skyscrapers stood densely, one after another, their beautiful lights dazzling.

The entire city was brightly lit, and the feeling of modern technological civilization assailed him.

In the sky, flying saucers occasionally streaked by, like brilliant shooting stars, leaving elegant trails across the night sky.

Chu Feng was somewhat lost in thought. Looking at those skyscrapers, he felt like he was back on Earth fifteen years ago, back in the metropolis before it mutated.

That was the life he was once familiar with, his original home.

What was he experiencing now? Constantly fighting against gods and demons, battling unknown monsters, wandering in foreign lands of the Yang Realm. He had been away from Earth for too long.

"Is everything I've experienced real?"

Chu Feng was dazed. All of this felt too unreal.

He gazed forward at a city exuding a modern aura, truly feeling as if it had all been a long dream, and now he was awake.

Was he returning from nothingness, recovering from a nightmare, and stepping back into the real world? he asked himself.

He vigorously shook his head. What had he just done?

Did he really go to the Soul River? Caressing a quasi-supreme being as if stroking a dog's head, almost smacking it to death, smashing its head to oblivion?

He had even confronted a supreme being, intending to fight it, confronting it for a long time?!

After that, he again carried an unknown creature on his back, standing on the boundary between life and death, remaining silent for a long time.

Like a dream, like an illusion, after everything passed and the world quieted down, Chu Feng felt a little flustered. What had he done?

He found it hard to believe. Big problems were for bigger men, yet was he just courting death today?

The Great Sacrifice was about to begin. Would all the heavens be overturned? This world was too dangerous; it truly wasn't a place for humans!

The myriad realms might just pop like a balloon any day. Chu Feng was lost in thought, recalling these things, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Then, he vigorously shook his head. He wasn't a Heavenly Emperor