Chapter 1521: Ten Thousand Years

Old Gu always felt an impulse to beat Zhou Bo to death, especially when the other man, in his half-rotted, aged state, wore a mocking smile and stared at him like a naughty child, treating him as a junior.

"I have to admit," Zhou Bo said, "back then you had Li's protection, and in this life, you've found another little monster. In a way, you're not a complete failure as a negative example."

Old Gu, hearing Zhou Bo provoke him again, immediately transformed into a ranting machine. With spittle flying everywhere, he launched into a tirade.

"Old Zhou, you villain with one foot in the grave and your whole body practically rotting, look closely!" Old Gu retorted. "I am now a Grand Unity-level expert. I don't need to rely on anyone, and I am destined to be unrivaled under heaven! You're so powerful, so boastful, but aren't you in this same state now? Furthermore, you're old and half-rotted, while I am like the morning sun, vigorous and full of life as it rises. The future belongs to young people like me!"

"How old are you, still trying to act young?" Zhou Bo scoffed. "Only your skin is still smooth. For the rest of you, ask anyone—what part isn't old? Especially your soul light and your spirit, they're as muddled as they were in prehistoric times. You're like mud that can't be plastered onto a wall; you'll never amount to anything. You're still a classic example of a failure!"

Zhou Bo's tongue was venomous; he showed no mercy to Old Gu.

"I, in this life, will support my brother and personally raise an Immortal Emperor!" Old Gu declared proudly, looking disdainfully at Zhou Bo and ceasing his bickering.

He then instantly thought of his organization—"Supporting the Emperor"!

His heart pounded. Could it truly be coming true—that he wouldn't be supporting himself, but someone else?

"Both of you, calm down. Let's get ready before we leave," Chu Feng interjected. Otherwise, given Old Gu's ranting nature and Zhou Bo's sharp tongue, their bickering would never end.

Chu Feng whispered to Zhou Xi, telling her he needed to leave temporarily to evolve.

"What? You're evolving again?" Zhou Xi exclaimed, startled, her rosy lips slightly agape. Her face was filled with worry, as Chu Feng's evolution speed was far too abnormal, making her fear something might happen to him.

Young Lady Xi knew Chu Feng best; she had advanced and retreated with him in the Netherworld, spending a long time by his side and personally witnessing his rise.

How much time had passed? Only a little over a decade since entering the Yang Realm, and Chu Feng was about to advance again. She feared he would embark on a path of no return.

"What are you two talking about?" others from the Zhou clan asked, surprised, having overheard their conversation.

When they learned Chu Feng was going to evolve, each one was dumbfounded. This... did it even make sense?

A young prodigy, only a little over a decade since arriving in the Yang Realm, was already a Great Heavenly Venerable and now was going to evolve again. Was he about to enter the Grand Elder realm?

Everyone was shocked!

This... defied logic!

Especially the young people of the Zhou clan, including Zhou Xi's cousins, all stared blankly, utterly stunned. They were considered dragons among men, direct descendants of the Yang Realm's Sixth Orthodoxy, yet compared to Chu Feng, they felt they lagged far behind.

"Xiao Xi," Zhou Xi's cousin couldn't help but ask quietly, "what kind of monster did you find?"

"Exactly," a beautiful young woman added, "how are we supposed to live? My face is burning. Don't tell me he's about to contend with our clan's ancestors and be their equal!" Her former confidence was now severely shaken.

Dragon Dayu wanted to say, "Are you only just realizing this? This dragon has been crushed countless times already. The most infuriating thing is, it all started with being framed!"

Qi Feng, the strange dragon's old brother, was also speechless, remaining silent. This young man they had just met had brought them too many surprises!

They were Grand Elders who had lived since prehistoric times; what kind of genius hadn't they seen? Yet, this particular case still deeply shocked them.

"I've never heard of a Grand Elder under five hundred years old!" even Zhou Bo exclaimed with emotion.

"What five hundred?" another old monster corrected. "Those under several thousand are just rumors; if you truly investigate, none are credible. This... is far too abnormal!"

"Don't take the risk," Zhou Xi said, looking at Chu Feng, her voice serious and full of worry. This speed of evolution was practically self-destructive.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Chu Feng said, giving her a confident smile, wanting to reassure her.

"I'm afraid you'll never be able to turn back, and that I'll never see the real you in time," Zhou Xi whispered.

Throughout history, those who advanced too quickly never came to a good end. Even if they barely survived, they lived lives worse than death, their tormented spirits becoming prisoners within their decaying bodies.

"Don't be so impetuous, you need to settle down!" Old Gu also strongly objected, believing that something would definitely happen to Chu Feng if he continued like this.

"We can test him!" Zhou Bo said.

The Zhou clan was incredibly powerful, possessing one of the Yang Realm's strongest breathing techniques. They were ranked sixth among orthodoxies and had never been shaken throughout history, even ranking higher in some eras.

They had a special method to examine an evolver's state and see if they were still suitable for further transformation using pollen.

Chu Feng was surprised. "Are this clan's methods so powerful?" he wondered.

He didn't object; he also wanted to see his current situation.

In the end, Chu Feng was led into a pristine white hall. It was entirely made of bone, yet it didn't feel eerie, appearing as if constructed from beautiful, white jade.

According to the Zhou clan, the bones originated from a being who had reached the ultimate peak, perhaps even attempting to reconnect broken paths!

Therefore, even the material of this pristine bone hall was unimaginable!

Using the remains of such a creature for testing was most appropriate. After being refined by previous generations of Zhou clan sages, it was inscribed with countless symbols, connecting it to the pollen paths between heaven and earth, truly a priceless treasure.

Soon, the pristine bone hall began to glow, becoming almost transparent, allowing those outside to see Chu Feng's state inside.

"This is..."

Chu Feng was surprised. What did he see? Countless light particles floated between heaven and earth, sprinkling down into the mountains and rivers. This bone hall was indeed extraordinary.

He once again glimpsed the essence of the blurry pollen path!

In particular, he looked towards a certain direction—the boundary wall of the Yang Realm—which was actually projected. The light particles there were exceptionally dense, boiling.

Chu Feng looked dazed; he thought of many things.

The great unification of the Yang Realm, the return of all heavens to one—all this involved warfare, piercing through various realms, and countless killings. Could this truly better reveal the hidden secrets of the pollen path?

Perhaps, the people behind the three Emperor artifacts, and the chief sacrificer—was this the result they all desired?

Harvesting various realms held no meaning for such beings!

What were they looking for? Were they looking for these light particles, the source of the pollen path? To make them all reappear!?

Those outside the bone hall were also observing Chu Feng. They were even more surprised, soon becoming shocked, and some were filled with worry.

Through the special white bone walls, only a partial state of Chu Feng could be projected. His body was surrounded by mist, which seemed to suppress the bone hall somewhat, preventing his full state from being revealed.

Of course, even the partial truth revealed left everyone dumbfounded, even horrified.

The details of Chu Feng's body were infinitely magnified. It could be seen that some parts of him had rotted, carrying a terrifying aura, as if he could die at any moment.

From the outside, he stood in the mist like a skeleton, his flesh extensively withered, constantly being eroded, and emitting an aura of decay.

"What's going on here?" Even Old Gu was horrified, as he didn't know the secret of the Zhou clan's bone hall.

Dragon Dayu's scalp tingled as he said, "Is Chu Feng... about to die?!"

Zhou Bo's expression was serious as he said, "This is his future. Well, to be precise, it's what might happen if he evolves again. The situation is very grim."

Then, another elder explained, "Don't worry, when any of us enters the ancient hall, the projected future image will be a decaying body, perhaps even far worse than his!"

Because if the projection showed the true body perfectly intact, it would mean further evolution posed no problem and no risk.

However, for an old fellow like Zhou Bo, at the Grand Unity level, if he were to evolve again, he would become a Great Universe-level being!

How many people throughout history have succeeded in evolving into a Great Universe-level being?

Therefore, if Zhou Bo and the elders were to enter the bone hall, the projected scenes would be even more horrifying.

"This is also terrifying. Chu Feng can't evolve anymore," Zhou Xi said, worried for him.

An elder said, "Judging by his current state, he should at least settle for ten thousand years to eliminate this hidden danger before he can proceed."

If Chu Feng heard this, he would surely feel like going crazy. How could he have time to cool down for ten thousand years? He wished he could reach the pinnacle immediately.

Because in this era, even the heavens were reaching their end. Where would an individual find time to accumulate anything? If you don't become an ultimate being, you die!

However, the group of people present were all moved, even shocked.

Especially the young people of the Zhou clan were incomparably envious and shocked. Only needing ten thousand years, and Chu Feng could reach the Grand Elder realm?

This speed was absolutely astonishing!

Although this speed might not rank among the top few, it was quite high up.

"Well," Zhou Bo added, "if his luck is good enough, maybe he can evolve again in just a few thousand years!"

At this point, even the strange dragon and Old Gu were speechless. Such abnormal speed made them not want to speak; it was truly too fast.

One must know, what did they pay to quickly advance in this life? An entire lifetime!

From prehistoric times until now, they had been accumulating. That was the most precious time; they abandoned loved ones and forgot past beauties, only in exchange for the foundation of this life.

Chu Feng came out of the bone hall. As expected, when he heard the Zhou clan's renowned elder advise him that he needed another ten thousand years to settle, he went crazy. He could wait, but would the world wait for him? The strange source, the ominous lord, the sacrificial grounds, and the chief sacrificer—all these were about to appear. If he didn't become powerful soon, he would have no chance!

Moreover, there were mysterious beings returning by stepping on Emperor bones, and more.

All this indicated that there were unknown secrets between heaven and earth; even the supreme beings from Above the Heavens could no longer sit still, coming to contend for something.

"It's too slow," Chu Feng muttered. "Is my aptitude incredibly poor, am I not suited for evolution?!"

Everyone was speechless.

Even the renowned elders of the Zhou clan had twitching faces. "Are you serious?" they thought.

"Who are you cursing?!" The strange dragon wanted to curse him back.

Old Gu almost couldn't resist beating him to death. He thought about how he had willingly fallen into the Netherworld to become a Nine Netherworld Ghoul for this life, suffering from prehistoric times until now just to see the light of day again, and he hadn't complained. Yet Chu Feng said ten thousand years was too slow. "This scoundrel Chu Feng, this madman," Old Gu fumed, "dares to act like this, so ungrateful. Is he doing it on purpose!?"

No one wanted to pay attention to him anymore, including the young direct descendants of the Zhou clan who were originally jealous and envious of him. At this point, they all shut their mouths, not wanting to speak.

Chu Feng sighed, looking up at the sky, and said, "Who would have thought I'd encounter such a setback in life, a formidable obstacle? Ten thousand years, I really can't afford to wait!"

How could one advise or praise such a person?

Originally, the renowned elders of the Zhou clan wanted to excitedly tell him that such talent was rare throughout history, his speed was fast enough, and that after accumulating for some time, he would surely reach the ultimate stage.

But now, the Zhou clan elders had dark expressions and swallowed their words.

Only Zhou Bo spoke, saying, "I observed carefully just now; there's something strange about you. While you are decaying in the future, you also have wisps of vigorous life force emerging. You are in a subtle state of balance. Perhaps you can break through your cage and advance in a better direction, which would shorten the time needed for accumulation."

"I will break through. Ten thousand years is too long!" Chu Feng nodded solemnly.

"Are you serious?" The group was speechless.

Chu Feng, Old Gu, and a few others set off, accompanied by the Zhou clan elders and old monsters, heading towards the boundary wall.

Now, at the place where the two realms were breached, many figures stood, not only fallen True Immortals but also ultimate beings from the Yang Realm.

Furthermore, such a major event was attracting worldwide attention. Besides peerless experts, large numbers of people from various clans also arrived to observe the battle up close.

At this time, the three ultimate experts of the Yang Realm had fallen into the abyss of the three fallen True Immortals. They were still fighting, their lives unknown, and none had yet emerged victorious.

Perhaps, the first to break free and subdue a fallen True Immortal would be the Feathered Emperor.

At this moment, everyone in the world was watching, awaiting the Feathered Emperor to suppress his opponent and stand proudly above all immortals!

Further away, there was blood on the ground, caused by battles between beings below the True Immortal level.

Unexpectedly, within the blood mist, sacred light beams flowed, Golden Lotuses of the Great Dao were rooted in the void, and sweet springs gushed from the ground, highlighting the coexistence of bloodshed and serenity in this place.

"Do not kill; after all, we are all our own people," a fallen True Immortal said. "We hope our fellow Daoists from the Yang Realm will assist us in eliminating the source of illness."

A fallen True Immortal spoke, instructing his Grand Elder-level clansmen not to kill the Heavenly Venerables and Grand Unity-level super elite disciples from the various clans of the Yang Realm.

Indeed, from a True Immortal's perspective, no matter how old a Grand Unity-level being was, they were still junior disciples, and even a Great Heavenly Venerable who had taken longevity medicine and lived from prehistoric times until now was just a junior.

Were the fallen True Immortals showing goodwill?

However, the blood on the ground said it all; the contest here was not simple.

The Dao clan, Ji clan, Peng clan, Six-Eared Macaque clan, and many other major clans from all over the Yang Realm had arrived. Some were unfazed, while others were filled with worry.

For example, the Pseudo-Immortal clan also came. They would eventually have to go to the battlefield. Some top clans in the Yang Realm, who normally enjoyed abundant resources and were respected by the world, would inevitably have to fulfill their duty and actively go to the battlefield when a realm war occurred and a major crisis arose in the Yang Realm.

Chu Feng was surprised; he saw a familiar face. Among the Pseudo-Immortal clan was a very handsome man, frowning—it was Ying Wudi.

"Surely he wasn't brought here as cannon fodder?" Chu Feng guessed.

In fact, many people from various clans had arrived. There were core successors and strongest disciples from the clans, and naturally also elite disciples destined to shed blood fighting for their families.

Ying Wudi was strong in the Netherworld, ranking high among his peers. After arriving in the Yang Realm, as a native of the Netherworld, he received the nourishment of a complete great world and advanced by leaps and bounds.

But unfortunately, he was still not considered a core member of the Pseudo-Immortal clan, so this expedition with his clan carried the danger of falling.

At this moment, within the Pseudo-Immortal clan, Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Zhe Xian, and many of the clan's experts were watching the boundary wall through a huge treasure mirror. The two sisters were extremely worried, fearing Ying Wudi might die.

"Ah, Chu Feng, how did he get there?!" Ying Xiaoxiao gasped, worried for him.

She was incredibly surprised. "Is this human trafficker crazy? Isn't he afraid of being killed by the Martial Emperor's lineage? Furthermore, even if he's strong, can he participate in that peerless battle?"

"My goodness, who do I see?" In a certain clan, the reincarnation of the old donkey, now the dashing Lu Bohu, was utterly dumbfounded. "Great Demon Chu has appeared, his true body has descended. He's simply too arrogant! What signal is he sending?"

Before long, many people gradually noticed Chu Feng.

However, he didn't care much. The old monsters of the Zhou clan had followed, so there was no problem with him appearing in his true form. Moreover, he originally wanted to clear his name and no longer hide.

He looked at Ying Wudi not far away, thinking of some past events. This guy's face would turn as black as a pot bottom whenever he saw Chu Feng with his sister and younger sister.

Chu Feng couldn't help but speak up and greet him, saying, "Ying Blackface, call me 'Brother.' I'll make sure you're safe in a bit!"

Ying Wudi suddenly looked up and immediately saw this familiar old acquaintance. He was certain he hadn't misseen or misheard. *This demon actually dares to appear here?* He gaped.