Chapter 1264: A Sudden Calamity

"Whoosh!"

A streak of light flashed back to the small town, and Yi Feng stepped out of the tavern once more.

Familiar with the route, he headed straight to the top floor, where Gui Wanhai was still sipping tea, smiling as he looked over.

"Brother Yi, you’ve finished your business so quickly?"

Yi Feng waved his hand dismissively and sat down with a smile.

"Ah."

"Don’t mention it. It’s just some trivial matter, not worth talking about."

Hearing this, Gui Wanhai nodded slightly.

While pouring tea for Yi Feng, he smiled and reassured him.

"So it’s just a small matter. No wonder Brother Yi didn’t want me to come along."

"Since it’s nothing important, I won’t bring it up again. Let’s continue enjoying our tea. We’ll have a good drink tonight. I’ll be leaving soon, and who knows when we’ll meet again."

Yi Feng casually mentioned it, and Gui Wanhai didn’t think much of it.

In his view, a regular cultivator like Yi Feng would, at most, have some minor conflicts or grievances. Even if there were life-and-death matters, he had already gifted Yi Feng a soft armor for protection, so there was no real danger.

Even if some major trouble arose, it would be insignificant in his eyes. As long as it didn’t involve clashes between top-tier forces, if Yi Feng asked, he could easily resolve it.

Of course, Yi Feng would never be involved in such high-level matters.

If the opportunity arose in the future, it wouldn’t hurt to show him a bit of that world.

This was the essence of true friendship—offering help without words, lending a hand in times of need, regardless of status or background.

Listening to Gui Wanhai’s sentiments, Yi Feng laughed heartily.

"As long as Brother Gui wants to have a drink, I’ll gladly accompany you."

"We hit it off right away and share the same path. It’s rare to meet someone like you. Even if we’re separated in the future, this friendship will remain in our hearts."

"As the saying goes, ‘The moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment though far apart.’ No matter where we are, we’ll always be friends. Let’s toast with tea, hoping we can reunite someday and share a drink again."

Seeing that his newly made friend was about to leave, Yi Feng didn’t want to dampen the mood by refusing to drink. After all, Gui Wanhai wasn’t much of a drinker, and Yi Feng himself couldn’t get drunk. Enjoying a leisurely drink while waiting for Elder Liu to show up sounded like a good plan.

Hearing this, a glint of admiration appeared in Gui Wanhai’s eyes.

He murmured the words, savoring them for a moment, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"‘The moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment though far apart.’"

"What a beautiful line, truly beautiful!"

"Brother Yi, you always come up with such poetic phrases. Your literary talent is remarkable. May it be as you said—when we meet again, we’ll surely share a joyful drink!"

The clear tea slid down his throat, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

Gui Wanhai’s eyes softened, and his heart was filled with emotion.

This Yi Feng, though an ordinary human cultivator and insignificant in the Land of Fallen Gods, was, in his eyes, a truly remarkable person—a genuine friend.

This kind of ordinary friendship was all the more precious.

If fate allowed them to meet again, he would surely help his friend and grant him a great opportunity, letting Brother Yi witness the might of the Fallen Gods Palace, the strongest human sect, and the legendary Star Lord.

By then, Brother Yi would probably be utterly astonished...

The two exchanged smiles, their friendship growing stronger.

...

At the center of the Land of Fallen Gods, immortal mountains rose like clouds, filling the sky.

From a distance, they looked like a gathering of stars.

The prosperous floating islands, shrouded in mist, shone like pearls in the sky, outshining the thousands of surrounding immortal mountains.

At the center of the floating island.

Layers upon layers of palaces stretched as far as the eye could see.

Even without any plaques, the luxurious complex of countless palaces inspired awe, like a divine palace. Compared to other areas on the floating island, it stood out in both grandeur and majesty, unmatched in its splendor.

This was the legendary Fallen Gods Palace.

The core of the Land of Fallen Gods, the strongest and most mysterious sect on the entire Lan Star!

Deep within the endless palaces.

A side hall was extravagantly decorated, with treasures scattered everywhere.

Even a single piece of furniture, if it were to appear in the outside world, could spark a bloody storm. These were treasures that ordinary cultivators could only dream of.

Behind a crystal-clear immortal desk.

A refined middle-aged man had been sitting quietly for some time. His deep-set eyes showed no emotion, and his body was surrounded by a dense aura of the Great Dao. Even the natural energy he unintentionally exuded was enough to make any cultivator revere him as a celestial being.

This was Liu Changfeng, one of the elders of the Fallen Gods Palace.

For a human cultivator to reach his level was almost equivalent to standing at the pinnacle of Lan Star. Anyone who heard his name would hold him in awe. Even the legendary Star Lord was someone he had the privilege to meet.

Sitting quietly, Liu Changfeng reviewed various jade slips containing messages. With a single word, he could determine the life or death of countless cultivators. Even sect conflicts seemed like trivial matters in his eyes.

His deep eyes never showed any fluctuation, as if nothing in the world could move him.

Until an elderly figure entered.

Standing respectfully in the hall, the old man hesitated before speaking.

Before he could say anything.

Liu Changfeng finally showed a hint of displeasure, raising his eyes slightly to ask.

"What is it?"

"Has Tian'er been gone for several days without any message?"

The old man nodded cautiously.

"Reporting to the Elder."

"Young Master went to the Northern Desert Wasteland and has yet to send any news. Perhaps he’s busy searching for Starfall Crystal Sand, which is why..."

Before he could finish.

Liu Changfeng narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to cut him off.

"Enough."

"A father knows his son best."

"How much Starfall Crystal Sand could there be in the small Northern Desert Wasteland to keep him so busy? That scoundrel is probably indulging in pleasure, forgetting to return."

"Go and investigate which major forces are near the Northern Desert Wasteland. Have them find out where Tian'er has gone!"

The old man bowed and quickly retreated to a side hall.

Once the treasure artifact was activated, he found the name "Black Dragon Divine Guards" and immediately retrieved a jade slip, issuing a commanding order with an imposing tone.

"I am the steward under Elder Liu of the Fallen Gods Palace."

"You must quickly determine the whereabouts of Young Master Liu! If there’s no news within half a day, the Black Dragon Divine Guards will cease to exist in the Land of Fallen Gods!"

Far away, millions of miles distant.

Yao Qianji was leisurely enjoying a drink when he suddenly received the message. At first, he listened casually, but then he jumped up in panic, his face turning pale.

"This..."

"Sir, please show some leniency!"

"We’ve never heard of Young Master Liu’s arrival. Half a day is far too short. Even if all the Black Dragon Divine Guards were mobilized, we might not find anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the members of the Black Dragon Divine Guards in the hall all stood up in alarm.

Out of nowhere, a calamity had descended upon them!