Chapter 157: Awareness (First Translation)

With a broken blade in his left hand and a severed head in his right, Ye Feng stood suspended in the void at this moment, resembling a deity or a demon wrapped in billowing killing intent.

"I, Ye Feng, swear once again today: between the Heavenly King Alliance and the Sacred Land, it is to the death! Anyone who despises the perverse and tyrannical actions of the Sacred Land may join the Heavenly King Alliance by slaying a single member of the Sacred Land." His gaze sweeping like lightning across the dozen or so youths from the Nebula and the Sacred Land below, Ye Feng continued:

"Whoever enters my Heavenly King Alliance is a brother of mine. Any member of the Alliance who accumulates five kills against the Sacred Land will be rewarded with a Primordial Spirit Fruit. Ten kills earn a martial skill, and a hundred kills will be rewarded with a supreme divine ability."

Just as Ye Feng's words fell, and while many were still digesting those breathtaking rewards, the dozen or so youths from the Sacred Land quietly backed away, attempting to slip away.

"Damn it, if I had a group of brothers willing to die and live together like this, dying would be worth it. What the hell... those turtle sons from the Sacred Land are trying to run, stop them!" The tall, thin youth who had previously cursed a certain Spirit King muttered inwardly with a burning heart, and upon seeing the group of Sacred Land members preparing to flee, he could not help shouting out loud.

"Are you an idiot? Didn't you see all those people sneaking over there already? There are only a few people from the Sacred Land, how could that be enough to kill? Your big mouth just brought hundreds of competitors..." Further ahead, a youth who had been quietly sneaking toward the scene stopped in his tracks, complaining with dissatisfaction at the tall, thin youth.

Puff...

Seeing the dozen or so juniors from his own faction swallowed up almost instantly, and trapped in the void with no way up to the heavens and no path down to the earth by the monkey, the old man spat out a mouthful of dark, congealed blood.

Swish...

The very moment he was distracted, a flash of silver-white light swept past, sending his head flying through the air.

Three arrogant and conceited Spirit Emperor experts had thus perished at the hands of the Heavenly King Alliance within half a day.

At the very last instant before his consciousness faded, the old man thought to himself: There was once a chance to guard the headquarters, and I did not cherish it. If time could flow backward, I would surely hide within the headquarters and never come out. If I had to put a time limit on this cowardly seclusion, I would hope it is for a lifetime.

Ignoring the lively scene of hundreds of people surrounding and beating a dozen Sacred Land members, Ye Feng called out to the monkey and quickly arrived before Jialuo and the others.

Inspecting them one by one, Ye Feng felt a great sense of relief that all the members of the Heavenly King Alliance had only suffered injuries, and not a single one was in mortal danger.

Having finished all this, Ye Feng looked helplessly at the ruins and broken walls covering the ground, feeling utterly depressed: Dammit, if you want to fight, just fight, why wreck the house? I'll have to clean up again...

Little did he know that in his previous battle against the Spirit Emperors, the number of houses he had demolished himself seemed to be many times greater than these.

Time flew by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

To Ye Feng's surprise, the words he had spoken back then had caused enormous consequences.

After Ye Feng's display of divine might, those experts who had originally wanted to join the Heavenly King Alliance developed an even deeper interest in the organization. During the first few days, any member of the Sacred Land who ventured out alone mysteriously turned up dead, with their heads severed in every single case without exception.

Upon learning of the conditions Ye Feng had set for joining the alliance, everyone in the Sacred Land gritted their teeth in hatred. However, having the cautionary example of the three dead Spirit Emperors before them, no one dared to come looking for trouble.

Unable to seek revenge and unable to venture outside, the members of the Sacred Land could only huddle together within their stronghold, praying to survive the disaster.

They had clearly underestimated the impact of Ye Feng severing a Spirit Emperor's head. In the days that followed, the Sacred Land stronghold was subjected to no less than ten waves of attacks, with each wave numbering well over five hundred people.

This outcome not only took Ye Feng and his companions completely by surprise, but even the people of the Sacred Land were so enraged they were nearly vomiting blood. Good grief, the Sacred Land had existed for over a thousand years, yet it had never commanded such terrifying influence...

"Barbarian, more than thirty people have already brought back the heads of Sacred Land members, and two of them even brought back five heads each. How are you going to fulfill your promise?" In the courtyard, Xiao Chong lay sickly in a recliner, speaking to Ye Feng.

"I know you have your eyes on my spirit fruits. The ones I brought back this time are truly scarce; after fulfilling my promises, I won't even have ten left!" The mere thought of the supreme being's furious expression in the deep chaos of the Immortal Domain when he plucked those spirit fruits sent an inexplicable chill through Ye Feng's heart.

"I will never do such a thing myself again; I'll let the monkey pick them! Surely that being wouldn't attack his own descendant!" Shivering coldly, Ye Feng muttered to himself.

On the recliner beside him, the monkey, who had been lazily sunbathing, suddenly shuddered, opened his eyes, and looked at Ye Feng with a blank expression.

"Someone... someone... is plotting against me... squeak..." The monkey gestured wildly, stammering as he looked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was speechless, and feeling a guilty conscience, he ignored him.

"I want to know, just how many people do you intend to honor your promise to?" Giving a peculiar sidelong glance at the monkey and Ye Feng, Xiao Chong asked with drool dripping and a burning gaze.

Ye Second Brother remained silent, simply closing his eyes and continuing to sunbathe.

Half-dreaming, Ye Feng once again recalled the vision that the chaotic supreme being had shown him when he visited the Immortal Garden:

Deep within the boundless starry sea, an unimaginably colossal corpse lay across the universe. The size of that corpse was actually several hundred times larger than the Martial Soul Continent.

Every single hair on it was as thick as a centuries-old ancient tree. The corpse floated face down in the endless void.

And Huan Qingwu was right there, situated upon that gigantic corpse.

In that place, Ye Feng had seen many immensely powerful creatures—some human, others of different races. Yet without exception, the aura of every single one of them was so thick and formidable as to be defying belief. If measured by the cultivation levels of the Martial Soul Continent, excluding Huan Qingwu, even the weakest among them was at least above the seventh heaven of the Spirit Emperor realm.

Some entities even possessed auras far denser and more profound than that of Uncle Wu.

"Qingwu is living there, residing together with a human tribe, and she is temporarily out of mortal danger. But why does she repeat the name of Xiao Ying day after day?" Ye Feng muttered to himself. Although he had already guessed a certain possibility, deep down in his heart, he deliberately chose to ignore it.

In his impression, Xiao Ying had always been like a sweet younger sister next door, completely devoid of any malicious intent.

During the period when he was playing the fool in Veiling Heaven City, Xiao Ying had protected him at every turn, and the worst thing she had ever done was merely use Xiao Ye's name to scare others away.

At this moment, inside Xiao Ye's room.

Slap...

Xiao Ye delivered a heavy backhand slap across the face of the younger sister he cherished the most. His eyes were filled with rage, and his hands were actually trembling with fury.

"Everyone suspected there was a traitor, but I never expected that this traitor would be the very sister I hold dearest!" Pointing fiercely at the softly sobbing Xiao Ying, Xiao Ye continued, "Over a hundred lives—how do you plan to compensate for that? Do you have any idea why Ye Feng vanished for over a year? He went to beg a terrifyingly savage beast to help him track down Huan Qingwu's whereabouts!"