Chapter 1529: The Supreme Returns

A long time later.

At the highest peak where Yi Feng resided.

A cultivator capable of flight arrived to explore.

He gazed curiously from afar at the stone statue of Yi Feng.

Though his cultivation level wasn't high, he was already the strongest in this world.

Yet, he could only fly halfway up the mountain, able to see the seated stone figure from a distance.

When the cultivator caught sight of Yi Feng, he was utterly shocked.

He was the supreme ruler of this realm, yet on this highest peak, there was another figure.

This completely overturned his understanding.

In his eyes, the figure atop the peak must be a deity of the mortal world.

Thus.

The cultivator spread the news.

Later generations referred to this highest peak as the Sacred Mountain.

And the figure atop the Sacred Mountain was called the Sage.

The Sacred Mountain and the Sage became an obsession for the cultivators of this world.

They all wished to ascend this highest peak, to look down upon all other mountains, and become a living Sage.

As countless years passed.

One day.

Finally, a cultivator reached the summit.

This person wore a Taoist robe, with a white beard and mustache, and was revered as the Origin Flow Venerable.

When the Origin Flow Venerable saw the humanoid stone statue, he felt an immense sense of fulfillment.

After countless years, only he had successfully reached the summit, truly arriving at the pinnacle of heaven and earth.

To him, he was now a living Sage.

But he also felt a sense of trepidation.

After all, this statue had stood here for countless years.

This meant that the statue had already reached his current level of cultivation countless years ago.

The Origin Flow Venerable looked up at Yi Feng's stone statue, bowing respectfully, "Sage, now I stand equal with you. I wonder if you still retain any divine consciousness, could you bestow some inheritance upon me?"

But Yi Feng did not answer, remaining seated in silence.

The Origin Flow Venerable was not disheartened, silently sitting down beside Yi Feng.

He believed this was the closest place to the Heavenly Dao, and that cultivating beside the statue would yield twice the results with half the effort.

Whether it was a change in his state of mind or the influence of the spiritual aura around Yi Feng.

The Origin Flow Venerable's cultivation progressed rapidly, and he soon broke through his own limitations, achieving a higher realm.

One day.

The Origin Flow Venerable returned to his sect.

He shared this news with his valued juniors.

He did not boast, nor did he dare to call himself a living Sage, instead referring to himself as a disciple of the Sage.

As time passed, this world developed to be no different from the planet where Yi Feng resided.

More and more cultivators learned of the Origin Flow Venerable's cultivation method.

More powerful figures came to Yi Feng's statue, all calling themselves disciples.

Until a madman arrived, defeating all those around Yi Feng.

He stood proudly in the air, looking down at Yi Feng's stone statue.

The cultivators he defeated could only watch from afar.

"If I shatter this statue, I will become the true Sage! You all shall witness my ascension to sainthood!"

The mad cultivator then struck Yi Feng's statue with a palm.

But in the next moment.

A faint Dao aura began to swirl around Yi Feng's stone statue.

The palm strike rebounded, and the mad cultivator was instantly annihilated, his soul extinguished.

All the cultivators present gasped in shock.

Then, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.

The stone statue's eyes slowly opened, a golden light flashing briefly in Yi Feng's eyes.

Then, the statue mysteriously disappeared from the Sacred Peak.

This event caused a storm in the hearts of all the cultivators.

Afterward.

All the cultivators referred to the statue as the Heavenly Being.

In their eyes, the Heavenly Being was the ruler of this world.

Later generations called Yi Feng the Creator, the Heavenly Emperor, the Dao Sovereign, and so on...

And Yi Feng awakened from this ancient era.

Within the grand formation set by the Lord of the Desolate Hall.

Yi Feng slowly opened his eyes, revealing a calm and composed smile.

"So that's how it is. Finally, success!"

The laws of the universe around Yi Feng slowly merged into his body, becoming one with his flesh.

His eyes sparkled, seemingly able to see through all things in the world.

In the next moment.

He slowly stood up.

With a gentle wave of his sleeve, the formation world instantly cracked and disintegrated into dust.

Yi Feng took a step forward and arrived at the Desolate Hall.

The air around him twisted violently before settling into calm and tranquility.

Thousands of years had passed within the formation, and an equally long time had passed outside.

The Lord of the Desolate Hall sensed the disturbance in the formation and immediately came to its location.

Upon seeing Yi Feng emerge from the formation, he trembled violently.

Like a candle in the wind, he was utterly shocked by Yi Feng.

His eerie voice became distorted, revealing a mix of fear and bravado.

"Impossible, you've spent ten thousand years within the formation, how could you not be exhausted?!"

Yi Feng calmly looked at the shadow, his expression unperturbed.

The shadow roared, "How did you escape, where are your three brothers?!"

"Hahaha, they must be dead by now. I thought you brothers were so united, but in the end, you still had to kill each other for survival!"

"You hypocrite, I'll send you to reunite with your brothers!"

Yi Feng spoke softly, "You'll be disappointed, my brothers are all safe and sound."

Hearing this, the shadow was incredulous.

He sneered, the dark flames behind him blazing fiercely, preparing to unleash his strongest attack.

But with just a gentle wave of Yi Feng's sleeve.

An unparalleled energy ripple appeared out of nowhere, spreading outwards.

"Boom!"

The energy ripple swept across the Desolate Hall and the surrounding hundreds of thousands of miles like a tidal wave.

In an instant, everything was destroyed, mountains and rivers crumbled.

The shadow's eyes widened in horror, his entire body trembling.

In a flash, he turned to ash, dissipating into the void.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Yi Feng's expression remained unchanged.

The Lord of the Desolate Hall before him was not the real one.

He was merely an illusion.

The true Lord of the Desolate Hall had been slain by Yi Feng long, long ago.

That was a story from a distant past.

In the next moment.

Yi Feng took a step forward.

The ground beneath him seemed to compress space as he traversed vast distances in an instant.

With just a seemingly ordinary step, Yi Feng crossed infinite space, appearing at the edge of a cliff.

Beside the stone statue of Bai Piaopiao.

Below the cliff, the landscape remained the same, with lush green mountains and clear waters.

The sounds of insects and birds filled the air, and a great river flowed vigorously, full of life.

The bright sun hung high, gently caressing the mountains, rivers, and Bai Piaopiao's frozen face.

Yi Feng gently raised his hand, touching the statue's face.

He smiled softly, "I'll wait for you outside, for your awakening and return."

With that, Yi Feng took another step and disappeared from this world.

Outside.

In the Linglong Pavilion.

Yi Feng's true body slowly opened his eyes, awakening from the virtual game.

A brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

An immense energy surged into his limbs and bones.

In an instant.

Heavenly phenomena appeared.

Colorful clouds gathered in the sky, and auspicious signs filled the air.

Vast amounts of spiritual energy converged towards the Linglong Pavilion.

As Yi Feng moved, countless laws collided, creating crackling thunderous sounds.

The thunder echoed for hundreds of miles.

The maids attending to Yi Feng's body were first shocked, then overjoyed.

Yi Feng had been in the Linglong Pavilion for an unknown amount of time.

During this period, these maids had tirelessly cared for Yi Feng's body.

Their work was repetitive and monotonous, but they all eagerly awaited the day Yi Feng would awaken.

Finally.

That day had come.

Yi Feng slowly stepped out, walking out of the Linglong Pavilion's gates.

As he walked, the air around him seemed to shatter.

Time and space collapsed and reformed around him.

His overwhelming presence and strange fluctuations made him appear like a celestial being.

Outside the Linglong Pavilion.

The Nine Heavens Sword Maiden, Yun Yaoyao, gazed at him with joy and excitement.

The manager in a wheelchair dropped his cigar in shock.

Countless members of the Linglong Pavilion rushed forward.

In an instant, the entrance of the Linglong Pavilion was packed with people, completely congested.

Their eyes filled with fervor, they all knelt and bowed respectfully to the young man before them.

Yi Feng heard thunderous cheers ringing in his ears.

"Congratulations on the Supreme's return!"

"Congratulations on the Supreme's return!"

...

Yi Feng looked up.

On the ground, in the sky, and among the stars.

Countless figures knelt like locusts, prostrating themselves.

Some wept with joy, others fainted from excitement, continuously cheering.

The cheers surged like a tidal wave, spreading for thousands of miles, startling all manner of birds and beasts.