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Chapter 1529: The Supreme Returns
A long time later.
At the supreme peak where Yi Feng was located.
A cultivator capable of flight came exploring.
Full of curiosity, he gazed from afar at the stone statue of Yi Feng.
His cultivation base was not high, yet he was already the strongest in this world.
However, he could only fly halfway up the mountain, only able to see the cross-legged stone statue high above from a distance.
The moment this cultivator spotted Yi Feng from afar, his heart was filled with incomparable shock.
He was already the supreme expert who dominated the realm, yet on top of this supreme peak, there was actually a human figure.
This completely overturned his understanding.
In his eyes, the figure on the supreme peak must be a god among mortals.
Thus.
The cultivator spread this news everywhere.
Later generations called this supreme peak the Holy Mountain.
And the figure atop the Holy Mountain was called the Saint.
The Holy Mountain and the Saint became an obsession for the cultivators of this world.
They all wanted to ascend this supreme peak, look down upon all other mountains, and become a living Saint.
With the passage of endless years.
One day.
Finally, a cultivator reached the summit.
This person wore a Daoist robe, had a white beard and white hair, and was respectfully addressed as Venerable Yuanliu.
The moment Venerable Yuanliu saw the humanoid stone statue, his heart felt an incomparable sense of satisfaction.
Countless years had passed, and only he had successfully reached the summit, truly arriving at the absolute peak of heaven and earth.
To him, he was now a living Saint.
But fear also rose in his heart.
After all, this statue had been standing here since countless years ago.
This meant that countless years ago, this statue had already reached his current realm.
Venerable Yuanliu looked up at the stone statue of Yi Feng, bowed respectfully, and said, "Saint, I am now able to stand on equal footing with you. I wonder if the Saint still has any divine sense remaining, and if you could bestow some inheritance?"
But Yi Feng did not answer him, remaining quietly sitting cross-legged.
Venerable Yuanliu was not discouraged; instead, he silently sat down beside Yi Feng.
He felt that this was the place closest to the Heavenly Dao, and cultivating beside the stone statue would surely yield twice the result with half the effort.
Whether it was a change in his state of mind or the actual influence of the spiritual resonance surrounding Yi Feng.
Venerable Yuanliu's cultivation progressed at a tremendous pace. He quickly broke through his own shackles and achieved an even more profound realm.
On this day.
Venerable Yuanliu returned to his sect.
He informed his highly regarded junior sect members of this news.
He did not become arrogant, nor did he dare to call himself a living Saint; instead, he considered himself a disciple of the Saint.
As time passed, this world developed to be no different from the planetary world where Yi Feng was originally from.
More and more cultivators learned of Venerable Yuanliu's cultivation method.
Even more experts came to Yi Feng's statue, all considering themselves his disciples.
Until a madman came to this place and defeated all the people around Yi Feng.
He stood proudly in the air, looking down at Yi Feng's stone statue.
The cultivators he had defeated could only watch from afar.
"As long as I shatter this stone statue, then I will be the true Saint! You all just watch carefully as I become a Saint and a Patriarch!"
After the mad cultivator spoke, he unleashed a palm strike towards Yi Feng's statue.
But in the very next moment.
A faint Daoist resonance suddenly circulated around Yi Feng's stone statue.
The palm struck the Daoist resonance, and the mad cultivator suffered a backlash, directly dying and having his soul completely extinguished.
All the cultivators present gasped in shock.
But immediately after, an even more shocking scene occurred.
The stone statue's eyes slowly opened, and a golden light flashed across Yi Feng's eyes.
Following that, the stone statue bizarrely vanished from the Holy Peak.
This scene set off turbulent waves in the hearts of all the cultivators.
Afterwards.
All cultivators referred to that stone statue as the Celestial Being.
In their eyes, that Celestial Being was the co-lord of this heaven and earth.
In later generations, some called Yi Feng the Creator, the Heavenly Emperor, the Dao Venerable, and so on...
And Yi Feng also awakened from these eternal years.
Within the grand array set up by the Master of the Desolate Hall.
Yi Feng slowly opened his eyes, revealing a calm and composed smile.
"So that's how it is. Finally, a success!"
The power of laws surrounding Yi Feng slowly flowed into his body, merging into one with his flesh.
Light flickered in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.
The next moment.
He slowly stood up.
He gently flicked his sleeve, and the array world instantly cracked inch by inch, collapsing into fine powder.
Yi Feng took a step forward and arrived at the Desolate Hall.
The air around him first twisted madly, then everything returned to peace and tranquility.
Thousands and tens of thousands of years had passed inside the array, and a long, drawn-out era had also passed outside.
The Master of the Desolate Hall felt the fluctuations of the array and immediately came to where the array was located.
The moment he saw Yi Feng break out of the array, he trembled violently.
Like a flickering candle in the wind, he was so shocked by Yi Feng that he paled in terror.
His eerie voice became distorted, his tone revealing his inner cowardice beneath a fierce exterior.
"Impossible! You have spent ten thousand years inside the array, how could you not have been drained to death yet?!"
Yi Feng looked calmly at this black shadow, his face devoid of any waves of emotion.
The black shadow roared, "How did you get out? Where are your three brothers?!"
"Hahaha, they died in the end, didn't they? I thought you brothers were so united, but in the end, you still had to slaughter each other to trade for a chance at survival!"
"A hypocrite like you, I will send you to reunite with your brothers!"
Yi Feng said indifferently, "I'm afraid I must disappoint you; my brothers and I are all perfectly fine."
Hearing this, the black shadow suddenly felt it was unbelievable.
He sneered, and the ring of nether fire behind him blazed fiercely, preparing to unleash his strongest strike against Yi Feng.
But as Yi Feng merely flicked his sleeve.
An unparalleled and powerful energy ripple was generated out of thin air, echoing outwards.
"Boom!"
The energy ripple was like a raging tide, sweeping across hundreds of thousands of miles centered around the Desolate Hall.
In an instant, it crushed everything in its path like dry weeds and rotten wood, shattering mountains and rivers.
The black shadow's eyes widened, trembling all over in horror.
But in the snap of a finger, he turned into flying ash, dissipating between heaven and earth.
He didn't even have time to let out a single roar.
Yi Feng was expressionless.
The Master of the Desolate Hall before him was not the real Master of the Desolate Hall at all.
He was nothing but an illusory phantom.
The real Master of the Desolate Hall had been killed by Yi Feng a long, long time ago.
That was a matter of the very distant past.
The next moment.
Yi Feng took a step forward.
The earth sped past beneath his feet at extreme speed, as if space itself had been compressed.
With just a seemingly ordinary step, Yi Feng crossed an infinite distance and appeared on that cliff.
He appeared beside the stone statue of Bai Piaopiao.
Below this precipitous cliff, it was still the same expanse of green mountains and clear waters.
The chirping of insects and birds rose and fell in succession, and the great river still surged forward, full of vitality.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, gently caressing the mountains and rivers, and gently caressing Bai Piaopiao's frozen face.
Yi Feng gently raised his hand and stroked the statue's face.
He smiled and said softly, "I'll go wait for you outside, waiting for you to awaken and return."
After saying that, Yi Feng took another step and disappeared from this heaven and earth.
In the outside world.
Inside the Linglong Pavilion.
Yi Feng's true body slowly opened his eyes, waking up from the virtual game.
A touch of resplendent light flashed across his eyes and vanished.
Unrivaled energy flowed into his limbs and bones.
In an instant.
Phenomena suddenly erupted across heaven and earth.
Colorful clouds gathered in the boundless sky, giving birth to auspicious signs.
Vast amounts of spiritual energy converged from all directions toward the location of the Linglong Pavilion.
Yi Feng merely shifted his body, and countless worldly laws collided together, emitting a crackling, thunderous roar.
The sound of thunder echoed across hundreds of miles.
The maidservants attending to Yi Feng's physical body turned pale with fright at first, but soon fell into wild ecstasy.
Yi Feng had spent an untold number of years inside the Linglong Pavilion.
During this period, these maidservants had dedicated themselves wholeheartedly to caring for his physical body.
The work was repetitive and monotonous, and everyone had been eagerly anticipating the day Yi Feng would finally awaken.
At last.
That moment had arrived.
Yi Feng slowly stepped forward, walking out through the main doors of the Linglong Pavilion.
As he walked, the very air around him seemed to shatter.
Time and space collapsed around his body, only to reconstruct themselves a moment later.
His peerless aura and the bizarre fluctuations of energy made him look like a banished immortal.
Outside the Linglong Pavilion.
Nine Heavens Sword Princess Yun Yaoyao had beautiful eyes that flickered with joy and excitement.
The wheelchair-bound manager was so profoundly shocked that the premium cigarette in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.
Countless members of the Linglong Pavilion swarmed toward the area.
In the blink of an eye, the entrance to the Linglong Pavilion was densely packed with a massive crowd, rendering it completely impenetrable.
With fanatical gazes, the crowd looked respectfully at the young man before them, kneeling and kowtowing to welcome him.
Yi Feng only heard cheers that resembled roaring thunder echoing in his ears.
Congratulations on the Supreme's return!
Congratulations on the Supreme's return!
...
Yi Feng lifted his gaze.
On the ground, up in the sky, and even out in the starry void.
Densely packed figures, resembling a massive swarm of locusts, lay prostrate on the ground in perfect unison.
Some wept tears of joy, while others fainted from sheer excitement, their mouths continuously shouting praises.
The cheers rolled out like a tidal wave, sweeping across tens of thousands of miles and startling all manner of birds and beasts.