Chapter 1548: Mining Famous Mountains Is Ominous

The Martial Madman fled!

It was astonishing that such a powerful and ferocious individual, renowned as the Martial Sovereign in prehistoric times, would turn and flee upon seeing a small old man in tattered, decaying clothes.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, frozen in place, then seized by terror, feeling as if they might suffocate.

In everyone's mind, the Martial Madman was tyrannical, fierce, and invincible; merely hearing his name would cause tremors. He was a terrifying entity whose reputation echoed through the ages.

Now, what had just happened? Who was that short old man in old, worn clothes? The Martial Sovereign had fled at his mere arrival!

Chu Feng was also bewildered. What was going on?

The people he was waiting for hadn't even made a move, yet suddenly three powerful figures emerged. One of them was even more terrifying and intimidating than a plague god, comparable to the most ancient monsters from the Soul River and the Underworld. Had his appearance alone frightened away the Martial Madman?

It wasn't the Dog Emperor, nor the Corpse, nor Jiu Dao Yi. None of them had appeared; instead, three other formidable beings had arrived directly.

This was completely unexpected, leaving Chu Feng in a daze, unsure of what to say for a moment.

At the same time, others also recovered from their shock, instantly feeling their scalps tingle, sensing that a major event had occurred.

Some even glanced towards Chu Feng. This young man was truly extraordinary; just as someone was about to make a move on him, three beings who dominated the Yang Realm actually intervened!

Of the three divine beings who arrived, two could be somewhat understood, their origins guessed.

Chu Feng, in particular, had interacted with two of them.

The first, who arrived piloting a divine temple, was none other than the Temple Fairy, from the Ji Clan's dwelling in the back mountains, where Chu Feng had first stayed upon arriving in the Yang Realm.

Indeed, he vaguely saw two figures standing within the hazy divine temple. One was ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly untouched by worldly dust or strife—it was precisely that fairy.

She was completely different now, having fully awakened her past life, opening her earthly divine kingdom and heavenly realms, drawing upon boundless power to empower herself.

Chu Feng recalled that when he had journeyed from Earth through reincarnation to the Yang Realm, at the ancient hall marking the journey's end, he had seemingly seen an imprint left by the Temple Fairy.

This was a forbidden existence that carried memories and had once left its name in the Hall of Reincarnation.

In fact, what the Temple Fairy had awakened was not merely a simple past life, but a complete understanding of all her past, tracing back through several lifetimes, comprehending what she had gained through reincarnation.

Beside the Temple Fairy stood another person, stout, broad-mouthed, and powerfully built. It was actually a woman, Holly, who had been very kind to Chu Feng and cared for him extensively back then, when she had gone by the alias Ji Dade.

Chu Feng almost wanted to call out 'Sister Holly' right then and there; he felt such warmth and familiarity towards her.

As for the other powerful figure, wielding a square seal and attacking the Martial Madman from behind with a sneak attack—Chu Feng knew without a doubt it was Li.

Even though this person's divine power was unparalleled and he was invincible, some habits simply couldn't be changed, such as his fondness for striking people from behind. He had quite a history of such incidents.

Especially when dealing with the Martial Madman, his 'crimes' were not just once or twice; he had almost become a habitual offender.

Thus, after being blocked and attacked, the Martial Madman showed no excessive reaction when facing the Temple Fairy, remaining quite arrogant and indifferent.

However, when Li Sanlong appeared, the Martial Madman instantly bristled, completely losing his composure. He could no longer remain calm and turned around to fight him desperately, as if ready to battle to the death.

Chu Feng, however, was a little surprised. How had Li, the Dark Hand, arrived? No one had called him, and especially since this fellow had no apparent connection with Chu Feng.

"It's over," Old Gu muttered, shaking his head with an expression of profound regret. "All my effort was wasted. I prayed in my heart, constantly visualizing Li, the Great Dark One, even cursing him, saying I was dying, just to bring him here. I was about to make a move on the Martial Madman, but then someone intervened halfway. Didn't that just waste all the emotion I invested? It won't be so easy to call him next time!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded. Had he called him?

Everyone was astonished and a little frightened. This useless Ancient Chenhai, who always claimed his big brother was Li, could actually summon the Great Dark Hand at will?!

Some people's gazes towards him immediately changed. It seemed true that a troublemaker would indeed associate with monsters. No wonder he had befriended Chu Feng; when these two were in a pinch, they could both attract terrifying entities. Their origins were indeed unfathomable.

Chu Feng felt a little speechless. He somewhat understood Old Gu's feelings. It was like when he cursed the Dog Emperor, or when he brazenly claimed kinship to trick an old son; he had clearly summoned those two to act, but then others had done the work instead, leaving him feeling particularly unwilling to accept it.

Why? Chu Feng felt he had already taken immense risks. Not just anyone could curse the Dog Emperor; if that dog turned ruthless and bit someone, who could stop it?

He was risking being bitten for several lifetimes. Moreover, once that dog set its sights on you, merely shedding a layer of skin was a minor matter; you likely wouldn't find peace for many lifetimes.

The Martial Madman had fled, and he did so in a panicked scramble, kicking apart heaven and earth with a single stride, piercing through the void, and riding the River of Time to escape—all purely from the shock of seeing the short old man.

Never had anyone seen the Martial Sovereign so desperate and panicked. This powerful being's actions were beyond imagination, dropping jaws everywhere and filling people with both fear and astonishment.

Who exactly was this short old man? Everyone wanted to know!

Unexpectedly, just as everyone thought the Martial Sovereign had vanished and would never be seen again, the River of Time became turbulent, heaven and earth inverted, day turned into night, and all rivers on the ground flowed upwards towards the sky. The cosmos reversed, and the Martial Madman returned, moving backward!

It was as if an invisible hand was pulling him, forcibly bringing him back, making him walk backward from the shattered void, approaching rapidly.

"My... goodness!"

"This... this is enough to scare gods to death!"

Everyone was terrified, their hair standing on end. That was the Martial Madman, whose might had shaken the ages, and he was in *this* state!

One could see that he was indeed walking backward, and incredibly fast, returning exactly the way he had fled.

At this moment, let alone others, even the Temple Fairy was extremely wary. Her divine temple swiftly retreated from the clouds, withdrawing to the edge of the sky, cautiously observing the scene.

The fallen True Immortals and decaying Grand-Universe-level beings present were all petrified with dread, involuntarily fleeing backward, as if avoiding the most terrifying specters and deities from countless eons past.

Even Li, the prehistoric Dark Hand, hesitated briefly before leaving the spot, still clutching his square seal.

Of course, he hadn't appeared in person at all; rather, a thick arm had reached out from the infinitely distant void, wielding the black seal to strike people.

This was also a representation and manifestation of his power: without his true body appearing, a mere thick dark hand dared to target the Martial Sovereign, a notoriously fierce figure in the history of the Yang Realm.

Before retreating, Li's Great Dark Hand withdrew to Old Gu, gently caressed his head a few times, and then... directly slapped him three times!

Old Gu felt incredibly wronged, nearly jumping up to curse. "Even if you are my real big brother, why do you hit the back of my head for no reason? I'll fight you!"

However, the Great Dark Hand gave him another slap, expressing great dissatisfaction and lecturing him. "What era is this? Heaven and earth are about to be destroyed, and the epoch is ending! How could I, Li, have spare time to casually intervene in trivial matters? I'm in seclusion, attempting to break through to a higher level. Don't bother me for no reason!"

Immediately, Old Gu wilted. He had taken several slaps for nothing, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

At that moment, the silence was so profound that a dropped pin could be heard. All eyes were fixed on the Martial Madman and the small old man. The Martial Sovereign, an entire generation's powerful figure, had been dragged back like a puppet on strings. This truly awed the world and terrified many.

Everyone was staring, cautiously scrutinizing the short old man in particular.

What was unsettling was that the more closely one looked at the old man, the more perplexing he became. It was as if he could dissipate into the wind at any moment, as if he didn't truly exist in this world.

He was too bizarre; this being was utterly anomalous and absurdly powerful!

He looked as if he had just crawled out of a grave, with dirt still clinging to him. His entire being gave off an ancient aura, as if he didn't belong to this epoch at all.

His clothes were very peculiar. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be woven and refined from materials extremely rare in the world, such as silk spun by Nine-Revolution Yin Silkworms and metal threads extracted from mother gold. Yet, they were now extensively decayed, on the verge of disintegrating.

That was undoubtedly a battle garment rarely seen in ancient times. For it to be so decayed it was almost gone, how many ancient eons must it have endured?

Though he was short and appeared like a being resurrected from a tomb, with dirt still clinging to his indistinct face, he nonetheless awed heaven and earth!

At the same time, people also noticed that concentrated time particles filled the space around the short old man's feet, by his side, and all around him, enveloped by the River of Years.

"Back then, you almost woke me up, didn't you? Carelessly digging around, wielding a hammer and randomly excavating, you tunneled through the small mountain where I was sleeping?" The short old man spoke slowly and deliberately, staring at the Martial Madman.

The ancient language he spoke was very peculiar; no one had ever heard it before, unsure of what era it belonged to, not even prehistoric beings understood it. Yet, in an instant, everyone comprehended it, for a powerful divine sense was contained within, removing any communication barriers.

In that very moment, some quick-witted old monsters were startled, quickly realizing and vaguely discerning where he truly came from!

Back then, the Martial Madman and Li had a grand decisive battle, fighting for a long time. Between them, they used over eight hundred types of divine abilities and secret arts, and in the end, the Martial Sovereign was defeated and retreated.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he believed his talent was unmatched, and that with a peerless cultivation method, he could defeat any opponent throughout history.

Thus, he went digging in famous mountains, searching for lost profound techniques, hoping to obtain one of the top three supreme methods of all time and cultivate an invincible body.

Subsequently, rumors emerged that he had barely survived, truly unearthing a supreme profound technique—the Time Scripture—from a famous mountain.

It was said that at the time, the Martial Madman truly almost died, his body tattered and covered in blood, as he fled from several famous mountains, eventually gaining something.

Now, this matter made sense; the true owner had come knocking to seize the Martial Sovereign!

"My... goodness!"

"Oh my heavens!"

At this moment, let alone others, even the fallen True Immortals and the ancient Ultimate beings were utterly flabbergasted and terrified.

It was hard to imagine what era this short old man belonged to, which epoch he hailed from. He was actually the master of the Time Scripture!

Digging in famous mountains was inauspicious and could provoke forbidden beings!

Such legends had existed long ago, even in prehistoric times. Although there were many famous mountains in the Yang Realm, few great sects or factions dared to fully occupy them.

Even the ten great orthodoxies of the Yang Realm, including the Buddhist and Heng Clans, only managed to occupy their current sacred mountains after their ancestors paid a bloody price.

In the Yang Realm, some mountains, though dormant and in decline for countless ages, had never been touched; no one dared to ascend them, for fear in their hearts.

Now, it was proven true: famous mountains were indeed inauspicious and should not be dug into. The ancients were right!

"No wonder there's a saying that the Yang Realm is a place where corpses lie, and also a place for resuscitation. It's truly not an empty legend!" an old monster murmured in terror, recalling this rumor.

"The scroll I left on the stone table inside the mountain, still unfinished and nearly decayed, you took it, didn't you? Stealing it is one thing, but why disturb my nap and my dreams?" The old man whispered.

However, to those listening, his words were like a clap of thunder. That was an ancient affair from prehistoric times, yet he considered it merely a brief dream, lasting until now. How long had he truly been asleep?!