Chapter 26: A Corner of the Sacred Land (Second Update)
“How is that possible?” Ye Feng was utterly stunned. “You know, anyone who can comprehend divine abilities is at least at the level of a Heavenly Lord. And yet… they can’t even scratch the Black Python’s scales…”
Boom, boom, boom…
Suddenly, a terrifying sound echoed through the heavens and earth, and the entire ground shook violently. Ye Feng instinctively looked around.
He saw mountain peaks collapsing all around, countless massive boulders rising into the air. Each stone, five or six meters in diameter, rapidly converged behind the Black Python.
Swish, swish, swish…
All the boulders streaked across the sky at incredible speed, like meteors, hurtling toward the black-robed elder.
Each boulder weighed nearly ten thousand pounds. Ye Feng even saw stones larger than houses, entire hilltops thrown into the fray…
Such colossal stones raining down would surely shatter even the world’s strongest city walls!
The first boulder struck, and the black-robed man suddenly erupted in brilliant blue light, even the sword in his hand glowing azure.
A dense tide of boulders surged forward, and in the blink of an eye, the elder was buried beneath a mountain of stone.
“Break!” a thunderous shout rang out, and in the next moment, an eternal blue light blossomed across the heavens.
Bang!
A deafening roar echoed, and the massive stones exploded, shattering into fragments of varying sizes that shot out in all directions.
“Damn!” Ye Feng’s face turned pale. Gods battling—innocents suffer…
Countless shards fell from hundreds of meters above, raining down like missiles.
Boom, boom, boom…
The sound of stones crashing echoed ceaselessly. Trees splintered before the fragments, bursting apart instantly.
The ground was pitted with deep craters, but the most unfortunate were the beasts of the forest. Under the aura of the Demon King, many mighty creatures lay prostrate, unable to move. Now, disaster struck them with a vengeance.
Boom, boom, boom…
Blood and flesh flew. Under such a dense shower of stone, countless beasts perished in an instant.
Swish…
A boulder weighing hundreds of pounds grazed past Ye Feng, smashing into the ground nearby and leaving a huge pit.
Cold sweat broke out on Ye Feng’s back. One misstep, and his life would have ended.
Boom, boom, boom…
The sound of stones breaking trees, shaking the ground, the screams of beasts dying—all mingled together, painting a scene of apocalypse.
Swish…
Another massive stone landed just in front of Ye Feng, another brush with death.
His face was torn by flying wood splinters, blood mixing with mud, leaving him battered and wretched.
“Two hundred meters to your left is a tree hollow—hide there first…” The voice of the Dragon Flood Demon King echoed from the Chaos Bell.
Ye Feng hurried into the hollow, watching in horror as the frightened horses were crushed to pulp by a falling rock. Finally, anger flared within him… Damn it, now he’d have to walk back to the city on his own.
The battle in the sky continued, but at this moment, Ye Feng’s gaze upward had changed. The envy and respect he once felt were diminished, replaced by a surge of determination.
Not the impulse to join the fight—he wasn’t foolish. Though he yearned for power, decades of experience as an assassin in his past life allowed him to channel that longing into a relentless drive to cultivate—a single-minded obsession.
“Boy, remember the man in black above. Your Ye family’s downfall was not accidental—their Sanctuary is a true accomplice.” As Ye Feng’s fighting spirit soared, the Dragon Flood Demon King’s voice poured over him like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his passion.
“Do you recall the scene Ye Tianya showed you? The man in the sky is one of those four from that day. Hmph, the so-called Sanctuary is nothing but a pack of lackeys!”
Clearly, the Demon King adapted quickly to adversity. Ye Feng, who had lived two lives, was not as swift—or perhaps his cultivation was higher, but no matter how lofty, he was still human… and he was furious.
“So he is one of the culprits who killed my mother? I will—must—kill him with my own hands!” The enemy was right before his eyes, yet he could only cower here. The feeling gnawed at him. But these words remained locked inside. In this world, only with strength could he do what he wished.
Images flashed through his mind.
That rainy night… his mother’s reluctant gaze… his father’s heartbroken, furious roar…
“If only by standing atop the peak can I avoid being trampled, then I will stand at the summit. Not for anything else, but to protect those I care about.” In that moment, Ye Feng’s mindset underwent a radical transformation.
The tree hollow was utterly silent, as if cut off from the apocalyptic chaos outside. Even the Dragon Flood Demon King, within the Chaos Space, was shaken by Ye Feng’s words.
At that moment, the Demon King reassessed Ye Feng. What kind of heart lay beneath this youthful, tender exterior?
Gradually, the commotion in the sky faded. Clearly, the combatants had shifted their battlefield; for beings of that caliber, traversing a thousand miles was trivial.
The monkey chattered as it bounded out. With its speed, the falling rocks in the sky posed no threat.
Man and monkey set off once more, calm now, utterly changed from when they arrived.
Ye Feng was silent along the way. He had dreamed of finding the culprit who shattered his family, but upon truly meeting them, he saw the stark gap in power.
Without strength, no matter how fierce his hatred, he was powerless.
Now, Ye Feng’s thirst for power was more intense than ever.
The path was littered with devastation. The battle of two supreme masters was catastrophic, nearly obliterating the outskirts of the Falling Wild Goose Mountains.
Yet the cave remained unchanged—bare, devoid of trees, untouched by destruction.
Entering the ‘Spirit Domain’ once more, Ye Feng felt no urge to explore the Chaos, remaining calm.
Clearly, the rear of Chaos was far beyond his current reach; last time’s cold snort was a minor warning.
What had just happened brought him enlightenment. When his ability was limited, the more he knew, the more it would disturb him—ultimately, he’d only be tormenting himself. This was why Ye Tianya had never told Ye Feng who the enemy was.
Ye Feng walked quietly through the ‘Spirit Domain,’ breathing in the fragrance of flowers and grass.
Step by step, he used this special environment to calm his impulsive heart.
He was weak; in many things, he keenly felt the helplessness of being unable to match his ambition.
But meals must be eaten one bite at a time, roads walked one step at a time—worrying needlessly only troubles fools.