Chapter 1629: Source Not Limited to the Jar Emperor

With a bang, Chu Feng swung the stone zither and smashed it forward once more.

Large patches of blood appeared on the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's body, his battle attire torn. His eyes held an endless coldness.

Yet, he could not swiftly kill this young man, and he was already injured. He employed world-shaking techniques to retaliate.

A grand Dao symbol blossomed before the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor, illuminating all worlds. Within it, scenes of universal creation and destruction unfolded, accompanied by the ebb and flow of chaos.

It revealed the transformations of the vast cosmos.

Surrounding the grand Dao symbol, rivers of time swirled, revolving around it, an extremely terrifying sight.

The oppressive aura it exuded made all heavens tremble and roar. Evolutionaries of all races felt a chill in their hearts, unable to stop shaking; it was as if the end of the world had arrived.

However, when the stone zither was brought down, everything changed!

With a loud crash, the entire grand Dao symbol exploded, transforming into blinding beams of light that scattered across all directions.

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor groaned and stumbled backward.

His pupils contracted. Even the Dao charm had been shattered?

The fragmented grand Dao symbol was like hundreds of thousands of immortal swords striking out simultaneously with fierce might!

In an instant, many beams shot onto the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's body. The proximity caused a backlash, leaving him covered in blood.

In the distance, the other two Dao Ancestors from the sinister tribes gasped. What kind of monster had their companion encountered?

While amazed by Chu Feng's formidable strength, what unsettled them more was an inexplicable feeling that shrouded the young man.

In their view, Chu Feng was too young to possess such power!

Could this involve a being at the ultimate path level?

Otherwise, how could he repeatedly injure a Dao Ancestor?

However, after gazing upon the vast cosmos, the supreme beings of the Calamity Land had once deduced that such creatures no longer existed in all the heavens!

"Just die already! Collapse and meet your end!" Chu Feng yelled impatiently.

Despite being the one who injured his enemy, he was more agitated than the opponent, highly dissatisfied, and urgently roaring.

"You go too far!" The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's voice was icy. He was injured and being urged to die sooner, which was utterly unacceptable and unbearable.

With a soft shout from the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor, a booming sound erupted as chaotic immortal lightning exploded, countless light beams filling the outer domain, powerful enough to pierce through multiple great worlds.

All the chaotic lightning converged into a single point, striking towards Chu Feng.

At that instant, the outer world exploded, and even the dark abyss became a resplendent land, filled with Dao patterns and countless bolts of lightning, transforming into a chaotic sea of electricity.

This sight was utterly terrifying, powerful enough to destroy worlds!

The wrath of a Dao Ancestor was indeed like the fury of thunder.

The celestial phenomenon shocked ancient and modern times; the lightning was capable of severing the river of time and obliterating the vibrant present world.

Even though Chu Feng was powerful now, if he were hit, his chances of survival would be slim.

Golden ripples spread rapidly beneath Chu Feng's feet, then surged skyward like immense waves, directly countering the boundless ocean of chaotic lightning.

"What is this..." The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's heart pounded. How could this be? With a mere stomp of his foot, the young man had unleashed unfathomable Dao patterns, blocking his world-destroying strike?!

Furthermore, as the golden ripples burst forth, Chu Feng felt the power he could wield increase by another notch.

He plucked the zither string once more, or rather, he roughly pulled it with all his might, stretching it into a full-moon shape before suddenly letting go.

The single string shot out like a sword light piercing the air, tracing an unfathomable arc, unleashing blinding beams imbued with golden ripples, and blasted towards the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor.

This time, not only was it the zither string's attack, but it was also accompanied by the ripples emanating from Chu Feng's feet. Both converged, as if unleashing a brilliant sea of grand Dao.

A vast expanse of light, magnificent and dazzling, so heavy it seemed capable of crushing all great worlds, slammed directly onto the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's body.

He couldn't evade it, for the entire outer world was engulfed by this all-encompassing orb of light, filling all of space-time!

With a crash, the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor was slammed hard. This time, he was even worse off, spitting blood, with disheveled hair, and even blood oozing from both ears.

What kind of technique was this? He felt immense frustration. His fundamental Dao heart, unperturbed for many years, was now disturbed, his mental state somewhat unbalanced.

He had cultivated the Dao for an ancient age, evolving for countless millennia and multiple epochs, only then achieving his supreme status with the power to destroy worlds and vast universes.

Yet, his opponent was merely a callow youth, a young man born in the current era, who had repeatedly managed to injure him.

"I can't stand it! How are you so tough, still not dead?!" Chu Feng growled, his eyes flashing like lightning, his hair flying wildly, clearly... furious.

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's face twitched, and he immediately let out a loud roar, no longer able to suppress the seething rage within him.

"You injured me, yet *you're* angry and indignant? This is truly too much!" The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's composure was breaking.

The opponent's series of actions, while not immensely damaging, were incredibly insulting, utterly despicable.

Then the two charged at each other, unleashing all sorts of fierce techniques, fighting to the death, in a stance that suggested neither would stop until the other was annihilated.

In truth, Chu Feng had no intention of humiliating him.

He was indeed anxious because his combat power was not his own; it was an external force, just like during the battle by the Soul River.

He couldn't predict when this mysterious power would dissipate, so he was anxious, wishing he could instantly slay the Dao Ancestor!

If he were to lose his Dao Ancestor-level abilities at a critical moment, it would be catastrophic.

At that point, not to mention swinging the stone zither, even if he were to pick up the body of an ultimate path creature to smash the Dao Ancestor, he would still struggle to kill the opponent successfully.

If Chu Feng were to return to his normal state, his strength, reaction speed, and killing techniques would all plummet exponentially, making it impossible to contend with a Dao Ancestor.

An infant wielding a sharp weapon can hardly harm an adult.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!" he roared, appearing as if he had burned his bridges.

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor grew angrier the more he watched. The opponent was even shouting now? Who was the real victim here? It was infuriating!

Behind him, an ancient stele appeared, interwoven with black patterns, like countless dark suns manifesting, radiating dark light as he made his move.

This was a sinister secret treasure he had refined for many years, rarely displayed directly. Now, there was nothing left to say; only by crushing this young madman could he cleanse his anger and humiliation.

The black ancient stele glowed, and countless characters flowed from it, all ominous script, originating from the sinister tribe's civilization.

Chu Feng didn't recognize them, and even attempting to communicate with the Great Dao failed to decipher their meaning.

However, these characters were incredibly corrosive, with unmatched destructive power, instantly melting Dao rules and annihilating various chains of order in the void.

Nevertheless, Chu Feng was fearless. The golden ripple patterns beneath his feet surged, growing denser and stirring up golden waves like vast rivers and seas.

Furthermore, a certain power in his flesh grew even stronger, making him feel an impulse to howl at the sky.

He held the stone zither in one hand, formed a fist seal with the other, and suddenly charged forward. Before fighting, he had already gone berserk, erupting with terrifying energy fluctuations.

A zither string sprang forth, its vibrato shaking the world!

It pierced through all the incoming corrosive black characters, unleashing immense fluctuations, and dark light poured out, scattering everywhere.

However, those characters did not completely vanish; they broke down into strokes, yet remained unextinguished, even splattering black blood in the process.

In the distance, Jiudao Yi and Gu Qing gasped. As old monsters with profound knowledge, they knew that the black characters bleeding true blood indicated an astonishing origin.

All the strokes reformed in the outer world, re-condensed, and resonated with the ancient black stele, once again suppressing Chu Feng, as if hundreds of millions of black celestial bodies were resonating and pressing down.

With a hum, the stone jar within Chu Feng's body glowed, bringing forth boundless golden ripples. Not only did they emanate from his feet, but his entire body was enveloped in a terrifying aura, mysterious patterns wrapping around him, making him even stronger.

Chu Feng let out a long howl. This feeling was too strange; he needed to vent, craving the most intense combat!

This time, he slung the stone zither onto his back and directly swung his fists, unable to resist the urge for the most direct life-or-death confrontation.

"Don't throw away your weapon, smash him!" Jiudao Yi shouted from afar.

The word "smash" made many people's faces twitch. They secretly mused that this old man and Demon Chu were indeed on the same side; even elegant objects in their hands were used like foundation hammers... to hit people.

Chu Feng paid no mind. A warlike instinct drove him, and his fist seals erupted, so brilliant that many could not open their eyes or look directly.

His fist seals shattered the outer world, obliterated various rules, and swept away large swathes of black characters.

Crack!

Something seemed to break. The golden patterns outside his body tore and shredded the ancient black characters and strokes, a truly terrifying sight.

At the same time, the stele behind the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor trembled. The engravings on it... were blurring. The ancient characters were dimming from their very source, on the verge of being completely erased.

In an instant, the text on the stele sharply diminished, leaving many areas bare, accompanied by intertwined cracks and seeping black blood.

Simultaneously, Chu Feng's fist seal also slammed forth, shattering the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's protective light barrier and colliding with his palm and fingers.

"Boom!"

Heaven and earth shook violently, and the long river of time appeared. Ancient events seemed to be overturned as the grand confrontation between the two affected the stability of time.

At this moment, the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's body reeled, actually retreating a distance. The sleeve on his forearm had completely burst open.

His palm and fingers, meanwhile, were a bloody mess, continuously bleeding, and the web of his hand was split open. Dao runes flickered over the wound, ceaselessly entangling with his true blood.

He was actually injured yet again; during the physical collision, his palm had been shattered by the opponent's fist seal, and even the Dao Ancestor's true blood had splattered out.

After his fist seal violently collided with the Dao Ancestor's palm and fingers, Chu Feng himself also shook intensely, but at this moment, he slightly calmed down.

He looked down at his hands, which were undamaged, not even a trace of blood oozing out. This left him somewhat shocked.

He had actually clashed bare-handed with a Dao Ancestor?

Just now, he had been dominated by an inexplicable emotion, giving up the stone zither in an uncontrollable impulse to punch the Dao Ancestor, yet he himself hadn't been injured or suffered any loss?!

At this moment, Chu Feng more clearly perceived the source of his power. None of this was his own, yet he could wield it, even more so than during the battle at the Soul River.

Last time, by the Soul River, he had acted very passively, completely dominated by the power within him.

Today, however, he was considerably more active, able to utilize this power with greater control.

However, there was something else that troubled him now: his emotions, which were inexplicably running wild, almost out of control. He constantly wanted to vent, like a prisoner who had been confined for a long time and now, suddenly given a chance, was lashing out recklessly.

"Two powers?" Chu Feng introspected, examining himself.

During the fierce confrontation with the Dao Ancestor just now, he discovered the source of his power, which surprisingly differed somewhat from what he had imagined.

The combat power he now possessed did not solely come from the stone jar; a portion of it actually originated from the Reincarnation Earth.

That crystalline soil, located at the bottom of the jar, was something he had brought back from the end of the reincarnation path, its true nature unknown to him until now.

Now, he felt it was very peculiar and mysterious. Could this substance also aid him in battle?

Earlier, when he swung the stone zither, the Reincarnation Earth had played a role. Threads of its contained power seeped into his flesh and blood, making him supremely strong and resilient, able to strike a Dao Ancestor bare-handed.

The stone jar, needless to say, was the source of those golden ripples—slight patterns that undulated when it glowed.

"Now is the time! I shall slay a Dao Ancestor!" Chu Feng charged forward again, intent on a massacre, fearing that the power not truly his own might suddenly fade.

"Youngster!" The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's face was cold. Even veteran peerless Dao Ancestors dared not underestimate him so.

Yet, this outrageously young man before him constantly spoke of slaying him, of killing a Dao Ancestor—he was truly maddened beyond belief.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the fierce battle, Dao patterns flowed in Chu Feng's eyes, and great power reinforced his flesh and blood. His fist seals glowed, shaking the outer world, scattering fragments of time everywhere, threatening to shatter the entire space-time continuum.

A bronze mirror summoned by the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor was forcefully shattered by Chu Feng during this process. Fragments of the secret treasure flew in all directions, some even piercing into the sinister Dao Ancestor's flesh and blood.

This made his expression change. What kind of special evolutionary had he encountered? This was simply too abnormal. Who was truly from the Calamity Land? It felt as if the opponent was more like a monster!

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor was covered in blood, fighting fiercely. Under the ultimate fist, his body cracked, his arms were mangled, and his hands nearly exploded.

Rumble!

Golden patterns interwove on Chu Feng's body, engulfing the area ahead. They briefly restrained everything; all things withered, and space-time instantly froze.

Even the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's movements became sluggish, his spirit no longer active, as if on the verge of stillness.

Chu Feng seized the opportunity. His fist glowed, illuminating the sky of history, reflecting the illusory scenes of the future. His fist intent was invincible. He let out a roar, breaking through all limits.

Blinding light shone, and the vast cosmos resonated. After Chu Feng unleashed a punch, it pierced through the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's chest, leaving it transparent from front to back, true blood gushing out.

His other fist slammed onto the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's frontal bone, cracking his glabella, scattering part of his soul light, leaving it incredibly dim.

Moreover, from the cracked frontal bone, special Dao Ancestor true blood flowed, emitting terrifying sounds of the Great Dao's collapse: wails, ancient sacrificial melodies, and even the final dirge of future worlds' annihilation.

However, a Dao Ancestor was, after all, an extraordinary and unfathomable being. The tall black-robed man suddenly jolted, finally breaking free from the restraint and restoring his true form. He retreated, his body and soul simultaneously glowing and recovering.

"Hmm?!" Suddenly, just as Chu Feng gained the upper hand, he felt a shiver run down his spine, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

Something that made his hair stand on end had appeared, but this threat didn't come from the injured Dao Ancestor opposite him; it originated from within himself?!

At this moment, he felt someone blowing cold air on his neck, as if some creature was clinging to his back. It was too sudden and exceptionally horrifying.

Bear in mind, he was currently in a great battle, fighting a life-and-death struggle with a Dao Ancestor, yet a sudden change occurred at such a critical juncture.

He immediately realized it was similar to the abnormal phenomenon by the Soul River, where some monster also seemed on the verge of emerging, chilling him to the bone.

"Besides the jar, there's a ghost hidden in the Reincarnation Earth?!"

Chu Feng retreated, immediately creating distance from the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor, secretly on guard. His scalp tingled.

Because at that moment, an icy hand was caressing the back of his neck, and there was even a damp sensation, as if something was about to lick his ear.

"Who are you? Whether male or female, or male-male, there should be no physical contact!" Chu Feng secretly transmitted a message, but dared not speak aloud, fearing the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor would notice the abnormality in his body.

A cold, eerie breath brushed past his ear, like a sigh, or perhaps a gasp, leading to unpleasant associations. Could some yin entity be interested in his yang energy?

"Could it be an alluring female ghost?!" Chu Feng muttered to himself, warning the entity not to cause trouble now to avoid accidents.

However, the entity ignored him. The icy hand stroked the back of his neck, making his hairs stand on end in swathes—it was unbearable.

Chu Feng truly felt he was carrying a creature. Unable to endure it any longer, he instinctively reached backward and surprisingly touched a pair of... icy and smooth long legs?!

He was instantly stunned. Was there really a female ghost? What was its origin, and what immense supernatural power allowed it to lie dormant on his body like this?!

While astonished, Chu Feng also felt his hair stand on end. Who would want to coexist with something like this? Whether it was a female or male entity, it had been living in the Reincarnation Earth for so long, entangled with him?

Carrying a creature on his back, even if it were a beautiful woman, made Chu Feng feel completely uneasy. Besides, this might well be some unspeakable, super-powerful malevolent spirit.

After all, this entity had emerged from the "soul-flesh" at the deepest part of reincarnation.

He pondered the origin of this being.

It was utterly dead, its soul light long turned to dust, yet it had managed to follow him out from the end of reincarnation. This was certainly not simple.

Chu Feng searched for clues, guessing who she might be.

Female ghost, beautiful woman, icy smooth long legs... this series of clues seemed to point to some ultimate path level being from history who had passed away?

The next instant, the sensation of Chu Feng's hand reaching behind him suddenly changed. It was no longer smooth, cold long legs; instead, it was hairy!

In fact, these hairs were somewhat prickly, as if those legs had grown countless steel needles.

Chu Feng's scalp instantly prickled. Even if he had known he was carrying a ghost before, it was an alluring one, not so repulsive. But the current sensation was completely different.

Was this some kind of shaggy monster undergoing a transformation, or had another malevolent spirit, unknown and unfathomable, arrived?!

Most chillingly, the damp sensation by his ear became even more pronounced, as if something was about to bite him!

Chu Feng let out a yelp, his body trembling, seemingly wanting to shake something off his back. He truly couldn't stand such a horrifying experience.

What on earth was that monster?!

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor, a being of immense power, had been observing Chu Feng and had long sensed something amiss. Now, seeing him acting as if mad, he immediately launched a lethal attack!

A Dao Ancestor's assault was no idle threat; it meant the annihilation of heaven and earth, the disintegration of universes. The destructive power was simply too immense.

The black stone stele slammed directly before Chu Feng, and a sinister painting descended, attempting to engulf him.

Furthermore, the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor himself moved, releasing immeasurable dark light. He was like an apocalypse-bringing demonic ancestor, stretching out a massive hand to suppress and kill Chu Feng.

As for the Dao runes, they were densely packed, filling the cosmic void.

And the ominous celestial swords formed from order were immensely thick and boundless, transcending limits, piercing through the outer world, tearing apart this chaotic, surging, unclaimed territory.

In the Yang Realm, a single ray of such sword light would be enough to pierce through a universe!

This boundless attack arrived before Chu Feng all at once, engulfing him. The stone stele violently shook, making him stagger, and sword lights like rainbows pierced through the golden ripples, threatening to cut him into bloody paste.

As for the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor himself, with a turn of his hand, he brought down pressure like the very firmament. From creation to destruction, his palm lines embodied the ultimate truths of the Heavenly Dao. With a clap of his two hands, he sought to grind Chu Feng to dust.

Chu Feng was in a dire state. He was sent flying diagonally by the stone stele, then swept up by the painting, subsequently struck and crushed by two large hands, all while being repeatedly hit by countless thick sword lights.

Anyone else would have likely exploded by now, dying countless times over.

Even so, blood continuously flowed from Chu Feng's mouth. Entangled by the monster behind him and facing the Dao Ancestor's fierce assault, he was utterly caught off guard.

"Quiet down, stop making trouble! Live by my side; maybe I'll need to save you later!" Chu Feng shouted.

"What the hell? You want to 'save' me?" The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor instantly bristled with rage. Did he intend to convert other powerful tribes into his servants at every turn, like the Machine Buddhist race or the Vajra Dao race?

Clearly, he had misunderstood, finding this young monster utterly hateful. One moment he was yelling about killing him, the next he wanted to "save" him. For a Dao Ancestor like himself, this was incredibly insulting.

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor seized the initiative, mercilessly pressing his advantage. While Chu Feng struggled to cope, he attacked fiercely, his Dao runes boiling.

Around him, black blood mist permeated, making him appear tall and intimidating, as if an ultimate path level being stood in the incredibly distant void behind him, awe-inspiring across all of ancient and future time!

Chu Feng coughed up blood, struggling desperately, trying to shake off the entanglement on his back. Was that thing really going to eat him?! The icy hand, the hairy legs, the damp mouth—all were practically pressed against his skin.

At the same time, he was repeatedly struck by the Dao Ancestor. His opponent's relentless attacks made him spit out foamy blood, leaving him utterly disheveled and in a perilous life-or-death situation.

"He's not a true Dao Ancestor after all; he's finished!"

In the Central Heavenly Palace of the Yang Realm, among tribes like the Yuan and Four Calamity Sparrows, who had previously sided with and decided to betray the heavens to join the sinister beings, someone whispered.

"What did you say?!" In the sky, someone immediately retorted, staring coldly at the treacherous tribes.

Li, the Battle Macaque King, and others, personally cast their gazes, their killing intent permeating the air.

Both sides had Immortal Kings. Once battle commenced, this place would surely turn into nothingness, everything shattered.

"Let's go!" The Immortal King of the Yuan tribe spoke, not wanting to get further entangled here, desiring to leave immediately.

In fact, they were losing confidence and feared an accident. Chu Feng's inexplicable rise and his ability to contend with a Dao Ancestor made chills run down their spines.

If that young madman truly killed the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor, he would undoubtedly turn to settle accounts with them, and not a single one would escape.

Now, while he was at a disadvantage and in great peril, they planned to quickly flee—this was the decision made by the Yuan tribe, Four Calamity Sparrow tribe, Western Heaven Organization, and others.

However, Li was the first to step forward, blocking them in the void. These people still thought they could escape? They all deserved to be executed!

Next, other Immortal Kings also moved, soaring skyward to obstruct the Yuan tribe, Four Calamity Sparrow tribe, and others, unwilling to let them escape from the heavens.

Otherwise, they would surely meet on the battlefield in the future. These collaborators would be more vicious than the sinister beings themselves, mercilessly attacking their former comrades.

In the outer world, Chu Feng coughed up large mouthfuls of blood several times, enraged. He even considered emptying the Reincarnation Earth from the jar, discarding it completely, and letting everyone go their separate ways.

As a result, this thought actually worked. The creature behind him did not bite him, becoming quiet. Its long hair receded, and finally, it lay dormant, silent once more.

Freed from the predicament, Chu Feng immediately erupted. In that brief moment, he had been struck six times by the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's stele, hit multiple times by his massive hand, not to mention the grand Dao symbols repeatedly exploding on his body and the heavenly swords of rules leaving him covered in blood.

Fortunately, the golden ripples shimmering on his body blocked eighty percent of the damage, and the power surging from his flesh and blood also helped him avert a certain death situation.

"Die, old coot, you rock from the latrine, perish now!" Chu Feng roared, his fist seals like rainbows, unleashing peerless light. The brilliant fist seals illuminated ancient and modern times, reflecting countless great universes, making the boundaries of all heavens seem transparent, so that his figure could be seen throughout the world.

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor was forced back, and the stone stele flew away.

Behind Chu Feng, a wheel of light appeared. This was the Seven Treasures Divine Art, activated with his current power. Soon, the wheel of light was no longer limited to seven colors, but quickly gained three more.

Besides the ancestral substances of the five elements, there were also Yin and Yang, space substance, time substance, and additionally, soul substance!

The Ten Treasures Divine Art made its debut, astounding the world!

These were ancestral substances completed for him by the jar and the mysterious creature, allowing him to elevate this divine art to its extreme realm, achieving limitless sublimation!

Boom!

The wheel of light surpassed the limits of speed, crossed the river of time, and shot forth. With a *whoosh*, it diagonally severed the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's shoulder, sending Dao blood splattering.

At the same time, Chu Feng sensed the sounds of battle in the Yang Realm. Without a word, he directly extended a massive hand, plunging it into the Yang Realm's sky.

His palm covered heaven and earth, engulfing the vast sea of stars. He instantly seized the entire Yuan tribe in his grasp.

With a *poof*, the Yuan tribe's decaying Grand Universe-level beings and weaker tribal elites all instantly exploded, turning into dust.

Even the two peak True Immortal-level experts of the Yuan tribe, who had almost touched the Immortal King realm, instantly exploded, their forms and spirits dispersing.

Only the Yuan tribe's Immortal King, who was fighting the Battle Macaque King, was not seized, thus avoiding disaster.

However, that was merely a temporary reprieve. Chu Feng's massive hand glowed, and in an instant, it forcibly "pulled" him over, seizing him in its palm.

"No!"

The Yuan tribe's Immortal King cried out, utterly terrified.

He desperately wanted to call out, begging the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor to save him, to not let down the hearts of his defectors.

However, the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor had just had his Dao body diagonally severed—an event that occurred almost simultaneously. He himself was bleeding profusely in the outer world, so how could he possibly tend to him?

The Yuan tribe's Immortal King exploded, turning into a puddle of bloody mud, then incinerated, his soul light completely obliterated.

Immortal Kings were extremely powerful. If a Dao Ancestor didn't intervene, such beings could certainly endure countless calamities, surviving for several epochs without issue.

Yet now, a veteran Immortal King was angrily seized and crushed to death just like that!

Chu Feng naturally wouldn't spare the Yuan tribe. They had harbored treacherous intentions for a long time, had repeatedly targeted him, and had even persecuted Yu Shang and the Yaoyao clan. How could he not settle accounts?

Now that he possessed such power, and before it faded, he absolutely had to make the most of it.

Almost simultaneously, Chu Feng casually swept his hand, encompassing the Four Calamity Sparrow tribe. With a *poof*, swathes of blood light exploded. This tribe, said to be co-existent with the world and to have survived four world-ending calamities, was largely annihilated today, scattered and torn apart by the sky-covering hand.

In the outer world, the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor roared and growled. Had he truly suffered such immense loss today? Was he truly in peril?

He suddenly looked up, his eyes pitch black, like two black holes devouring all things, even time itself, which was swallowed within.

"Who are you trying to scare, sinister creature? You are destined to die in the outer world, to fall!" Chu Feng bellowed.

The wheel of light he propelled forth burst with ten colors simultaneously, spinning, tearing apart the universe, and suppressing everything as it advanced.

However, this time the ten-colored wheel of light didn't just slash; it violently exploded directly at the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor.

The first strike of the Ten Treasures Divine Art merely sliced through the Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's shoulder diagonally. This time, it exploded completely, one can only imagine the horrifying power!

Rumble!

The Black-Robed Dao Ancestor's body was mutilated; his arms, head, and other parts were severed, floating in the void of the outer world. He was furious and trembling uncontrollably.

He had actually suffered such a great defeat and loss.

Without a word, Chu Feng immediately grabbed the stone zither, swung it, and directly and fiercely... slammed it down onto his head!

"Today, I shall slay a Dao Ancestor!" Chu Feng roared, his voice shaking countless great worlds.