Chapter 1005: A Greater Crisis Approaches

The Red Bull Venerable's eyes gleamed with ferocity as he channeled his magical energy, spreading his divine sense far and wide!

But when he tried, he realized he couldn't even accomplish this simple task. His entire magical energy seemed to be sealed, as if some force had imprisoned him within this valley!

What was even more terrifying was that, upon closer inspection, he discovered his magical energy and life force were continuously draining away.

Silently and imperceptibly, he had fallen into a situation akin to a lamb awaiting slaughter!

Thud!

The Red Bull's heart tightened, and a foreboding sense of doom surged through his massive eyes.

Could it be that this person had intended to hunt them down from the very beginning?!

He quickly scanned his surroundings and saw that the other demons were in a similar state, all looking back in terror as fear began to spread!

"Why! Why is my life force draining away?!"

"Damn it!"

"It must be that monk's doing!"

"Despicable! How dare you attack us demons? You will surely meet a terrible end!!!"

"Ugh..."

The demons cursed in horror, but they were already like fish in a barrel.

Their curses grew weaker, and several figures began to wither, their auras fading rapidly. The Red Bull's massive frame was shrinking, leaving only a thin layer of skin hanging on a massive, desiccated skeleton several zhang tall...

In just a few breaths, the once ferocious demons were on the brink of death, barely clinging to life with their powerful physiques. It seemed they were moments away from meeting their end.

The valley was filled with an aura of death.

The voice of the monk, Chen Kunpeng, also ceased. He wore a satisfied smile, as if pleased with the outcome.

"Amitabha, you have finally quieted down and are willing to listen. It seems you have developed a heart for Buddhism. This is truly commendable."

"Since that is the case, this humble monk will send you to hear the wondrous teachings of the Buddha and guide you to enlightenment."

Nodding in satisfaction, Chen Kunpeng extended his right hand and pressed down.

A terrifying golden palm descended once more, its power several times stronger than before. It crashed down on the valley like a mountain, and the wails of agony were unbearable!

As the giant palm dissipated, everything fell silent.

Far in the depths of the darkness, the shadowy tide of skeletons had long since vanished without a trace.

The entire Black Domain was plunged into deathly silence.

Finally, peace had returned. Chen Kunpeng clasped his hands together and smiled contentedly.

"Amitabha, this humble monk has done another good deed. Being kind to others is the root of happiness, and helping others achieve enlightenment is my greatest wish. This is truly a boundless merit."

As he spoke, the lavishly dressed monk pulled out a book from his sleeve and once again immersed himself in the boundless sea of knowledge. With a step, he vanished into the ripples of space.

Not long after the spatial ripples dissipated.

Another rift was torn open in the Black Domain, and the Seven Saints stepped through with solemn expressions. Each held a top-tier sacred artifact, and they proceeded with utmost caution.

But when they spread their divine senses.

They found no trace of any aura. The Black Domain was eerily quiet!

The leader, Qing Yunzi, frowned and glanced back.

"Everyone, this Black Domain is very strange. We must be extremely careful! We are here only to gather information, so do not engage in unnecessary battles. Let's split up, but if anything happens, we must support each other immediately!"

The saints solemnly acknowledged and then dispersed quietly.

After a long while, they still found nothing. The Black Domain was not only devoid of any auras, but they hadn't encountered a single demon either. The Seven Saints exchanged messages via jade slips, all of them puzzled.

Until someone reached the valley and sent an urgent message.

The Seven Saints stood on the spot, their eyes filled with shock.

Before them, the valley was littered with the shattered remains of demons, and a terrifying crater was visible, as if a giant had struck the ground, leaving behind a horrifying palm print hundreds of zhang wide!

Within the dreadful palm print crater, even the massive skull fragments of the Red Bull seemed insignificant. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence could possess such power.

Bai Piaopiao gazed into the distance with a heavy heart, feeling increasingly insignificant.

In the face of such a being, her cultivation was far too lacking. If they were to encounter such a powerful enemy in the future, even Yi Feng might not be a match.

Even the undefeated Sword Saint, Su Jie, showed signs of pressure in his eyes.

"How is this possible..."

"Although these demons are dead, the faint remnants of their auras are still incredibly powerful. Even I..."

Qing Yunzi nodded gravely, his eyes filled with caution as he looked at the crater and the demon corpses at his feet.

"Indeed."

"Judging from the residual auras, these shattered remains must belong to demons, and extremely powerful ones at that. If we were to encounter these demons, even with the combined strength of the seven of us, we would have little chance of survival."

"Who would have thought that such a terrifying horde of demons would all perish here? This is truly horrifying!"

A monk beside him clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, the demons were all crushed and shattered. Such a method is too ruthless. We do not know if this being is friend or foe."

This statement plunged the Seven Saints into silence.

They had entered the Black Domain with great determination, even staking their saintly souls, only to witness such a scene and discover an existence far more terrifying than the demons.

Everything had become shrouded in mystery. The once-great crisis seemed to have been dismantled in an instant, but it had also revealed an even more terrifying shadow, looming over the hearts of the saints like a dark cloud.

Bai Piaopiao and Su Jie exchanged a quiet glance, their beautiful eyes filled with pressure.

Without words, they understood each other's hidden worries. With all the experts of Yunxing gathered here today and witnessing such a terrifying scene, they felt increasingly powerless.

It was as if a storm was brewing, and a great calamity was about to descend.

Even saints were like lone boats in a vast sea, struggling to protect themselves.

The Seven Saints remained silent and soon tore through the void to leave.

A message was sent back to the Tianxia Assembly, causing shockwaves to spread across the realms. People were in a state of panic, and countless forces were filled with fear and unease!

...

Nine Realms Alliance.

On a bustling street, Yi Feng aimlessly wandered forward.

He had thought he would encounter some ancient Gu family seeking revenge.

But after waiting so long that he felt numb, he hadn't heard a single whisper about them.

He had already given up hope on the Gu family. After all this time and still unable to die, Yi Feng decided to sell the small courtyard he had been living in and find a place to settle down and rest for a while.

All his plans to seek death, all those damn system tasks—screw them all.

As he stepped out of the city gate, Yi Feng summoned Slow Benwei.

Riding the snail forward, he attracted many pointing fingers along the way, but he paid no attention. He simply felt that everything in the world was too noisy and just wanted to find a quiet place to lie down and live a few days of a carefree, lazy life.

He didn't know how long he had walked or where he had ended up.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh echoed from the sky.

"Haha, young man, where are you headed?"

Yi Feng raised his lifeless eyes and saw an old man descending. It was Fu Nantian, the brave soul who had once tested poison with him and nearly died.

He had to admit, he was a bit envious of this old man.

Although his cultivation was lacking, he had an easier time seeking death. Back when they tested poison, he had almost lost his life. Comparing himself to the old man, Yi Feng couldn't help but feel frustrated.

Since they were somewhat acquainted, Yi Feng casually replied.

"I don't know."

Fu Nantian landed beside him and observed him for a few moments. Seeing Yi Feng's listless demeanor, he chuckled and teased.

"Young man, it hasn't been long since we last met. Why are you so downcast? This isn't like a young person. How about I join you for a drink?"

Yi Feng didn't think much of it. Drinking sounded good; it might help ease his worries.

"Sure."

The two hit it off and soon found a roadside inn.

Sitting at the wine table, Fu Nantian was filled with the desire to reclaim his pride. He had been humiliated in their previous chess game and had lost face during their last encounter on the Poison Island. This time, he was determined to show this young man that experience mattered!

With a large bowl in hand, Fu Nantian smiled and boldly invited.

"Come, let's drink until we're drunk today!"

Yi Feng, who had been troubled for a long time, happily clinked bowls with him.

"Alright, let's drink until we're drunk!"

By the time the sun set.

Fu Nantian was sprawled under the table, waving his hands frantically and firmly refusing.

"No... no more. I won't drink anymore, no matter what!"

Seeing the old man in such a state, clearly unable to continue, Yi Feng didn't press further. He gloomily picked up his wine bowl and downed all his sorrows in one gulp!

The warmth of the alcohol spread through his body, bringing an indescribable sense of relief!

The bold way he drank left Fu Nantian, who had just managed to sit up, utterly stunned. He smacked his lips but couldn't utter a word.

Watching Yi Feng down several more large bowls, Fu Nantian was completely defeated.

This future disciple of his was a bit too monstrous. He couldn't beat him in chess, couldn't outshine him in boasting, and now he couldn't even outdrink him. What kind of freak was this?!

If it weren't for his strong cultivation, Fu Nantian wouldn't have had the courage to stay any longer. His saintly cultivation was his last trump card and his only consolation...

As long as he could make Yi Feng aware of his cultivation level in the future, he could reclaim all his lost pride. The previous defeats wouldn't matter, and his plan to take Yi Feng as a disciple would surely succeed!

After all, when it came to taking disciples, strength was what truly mattered, right?

Thinking this.

Fu Nantian regained his spirits, his small eyes darting around.

From what he knew of this young man and how he had been rejected during their first chess game, Yi Feng was quite proud.

Taking him as a disciple wouldn't be easy.

To truly make this young man his disciple, he would need a long-term plan.

The best approach would be to take him back and slowly win him over.

With this in mind, he smiled and said, "Young man, I see you're feeling down and have nothing to do. Why not come with me to a wonderful place and rest for a few days?"

Yi Feng put down his wine bowl.

He had initially wanted to refuse, but considering he had nowhere else to go, he thought for a moment and agreed.

After a brief rest, the two set off toward the so-called wonderful place...