Chapter 976: The Metal and Blood Is Still Here

The only reason he kept convincing these elders to help the attackers was just to lure out Imperial Emperor Xian Tian so that he would slaughter these elders!

With that, the Yinkang Clan would be kept away from harm and these pests of the Fuxi Celestial Race will be killed!

These old dogs were all cold blooded and evil; like sharks, they would expose their fangs whenever they smelled blood!

Initially, after the disappearance of Feng Qingyu and the death of Fu Baochu, they were unwilling to see Feng Wuji. But with only a few words, Zhong Yue was able to draw out the greed in their hearts, baiting them to volunteer themselves to head out to their deaths.

In the unworldly world, Zhong Yue had no way of delaing with them, but on the outside, Zhong Yue had more than 1,000 ways to kill them!

Are there monarch level existences in this unworldly world?

Zhong Yue thought; the elders were just like Fu Baochu, though powerful as well, they were all Imperial Emperors inferior to monarch level existences.

70,000 years ago, Zhong Yue saw two monarchs living here. The older Fuxi generation was no stranger to him. After all, he had been “living” here for about 70 years.

Whether it be Fu Baozheng, Fu Baoer, or the others, they were all very familiar in Zhong Yue’s eyes. Everything about them was crystal clear in Zhong Yue’s eyes.

Back then, there were still a lot of traitors and gods from other races that were reborn into the Fuxi Celestial Race. But now, most of them had already passed away.

Hence, after 70,000 years, whether or not the monarchs were still alive remained a mystery.

What worried Zhong Yue the most were these two monarchs as he was not confident that the [Sky Clouding Sun Changing Art] would escape their detection.

And now, Zhong Yue was a little relieved after these two monarchs had yet to reveal themselves.

And there was still Clan Master Feng Changyang’s brother, Feng Changtai.

The scene of Feng Changyang ramming himself onto Feng Changtai’s sword, dying in the hands of his brother emerged in Zhong Yue’s mind.

Zhong Yue knew just how hard the brothers had worked for the Fuxi Celestial Race; the elder brother, Feng Changyang unleashed massacre onto the betrayers and gods reborn into the Fuxi Celestial Race, and even killing two monarchs to ease his negative emotions.

Whereas for the younger brother, Feng Changtai killed his respected brother in order to protect the final Fuxi Celestial Race’s lineage.

While Feng Changyang died an honorable death, his younger brother, Feng Changtai was the one suffering the most as he would always be haunted by the pain of killing his own brother.

Zhong Yue calmed his mind as the young Fuxi clan master walked towards him in the same manner, drinking and walked stumblingly.

“Come, let’s walk,” said Zhong Yue calmly as he walked away while Feng Jikai followed silently.

Zhong Yue walked around like he was very familiar, lingered everywhere, hiked the mountains and not long later, they stopped before a cliff.

Zhong Yue then launched out a few patterns, which turned into totem patterns that appeared to be the key’s teeth and branded into the mountain.

Feng Jikai was surprised; as the Fuxi Celestial Race’s clan master, this was the first time ever he knew that there was such a place.

Zhong Yue entered the mountain’s body and Feng Jikai followed right away while Hundun Yu remained outside; inside the mountain was a very vast space and all sorts of knowledge were everywhere, telling the visitors about the process of a monarch cultivating an art.

“This is where you father cultivated and perfected the [Time Light Spacial Crystal Mystic Scripture].”

Zhong Yue said, “These are his understandings towards the [Time Light Spacial Crystal Mystic Scripture]. He had incredible talent, but pity, he did not have receive the entire [Time Light Spacial Crystal Mystic Scripture], which prevented him from infusing this art with the Six Paths Reincarnation.”

Feng Jikai remained silent.

At this time, he was completely convinced by Zhong Yue; this was a place unknown to him. Even if he knew about this, he wouldn’t even be able to enter without knowing the correct way. But Zhong Yue easily entered.

Only the “future ghost” had such capabilities.

Zhong Yue then dispersed the [Sky Clouding Sun Changing Art], changing back to his original appearance and introducing himself seriously, “I am the Ancestral Star’s human Fuxi Celestial Race, Zhong Yue of the Zhong Shan Clan. Greetings, Fuxi Celestial Race’s clan master!”

Feng Jikai had completely lost his mind upon seeing Zhong Yue’s look; this young god was that “ghost” his father spoke off, the “ghost” from the Ancestral Star’s Fuxi Celestial Race!

At the later years, his father donned the traitor of the race, had no friends at all except for this invisible ghost that accompanied his father.

Finally!

I’ve finally waited until this day father spoke off!

Suddenly, Feng Jikai felt the urge of crying. For 70,000 years, he had waited for 70,000 years; throughout the time, he had broken down time and time again, doubt about the existence of this “ghost”, gathered up his confidence again and again only to be shattered again.

He did not know how he managed to hold himself together through these years and everything ever happened haunted him like nightmare.

And now, the “ghost” his father spoke off had shown himself!

“Are there still Fuxi out there?” asked Feng Jikai with a sore voice.

“There is a female Fuxi.” replied Zhong Yue after a moment of hesitation.

“There is Fuxi out there still!” Feng Jikai murmured and he could no longer hold his years in.

The clan master collapsed on the ground and started breaking down while Zhong Yue waited patiently and silently, awaiting him to recover from his sadness.

After some time, Feng Jikai recollected himself back together, sat there mindlessly for some time before he said bitterly, “Ghost from the future, what do you need from me?”

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Zhong Yue remained silent and he said, “The future. Come with me, fight, cry and shed blood alongside with me for a future, Clan Master Jikai.”

He hesitated and couldn’t help but to ask, “You may look young but you have been binge drinking for such a long time. After being deprived of battles, can you still swing your weapon? Are you still strong enough to decapitate your foes? Are your blood burning still? Can you face death without flinching? Are you still a Fuxi?”

From his forehead, his psyche gushed out, endless blood ocean flowed out, countless gods fought on the blood ocean, thunder and lightning rampaged everywhere while severed body parts rained down from the skies!

Zhong Yue was showing just how cruel and how scary a battle was!

Get out? Fight? Cut heads? Death?

Feng Jikai stared at the blood ocean with a pale face, grasped his chest tightly and his heart pounded quickly.

Peng peng peng—

One beat after another, his heartbeat intensified and it felt like it was going to jump out from his chest!

Zhong Yue felt pity for this Fuxi; this was the unworldly world and as one who was raised here, Feng Jikai experienced no war, no life and death battles and the dangerous of the outside world!

The unworldly world was a greenhouse and Feng Jikai was just a flower nurtured in the greenhouse. Thus, no matter how powerful he was, he had never experienced real battle before!

He had never even killed something!

Feng Jikai’s face got even paler, his hand on the chest tightened even more and veins popped out from his forehead as he panted, just like a fish gasping on air after being fished out from the water.

Zhong Yue sighed and left without saying a word.

“Metal.”

Then came murmuring from Feng Jikai before a metal clanking noise was heard as a rusted sword was stabbed into the ground.

Zhong Yue stopped, turning around and seeing a trembling Feng Jikai grabbing onto the sword hilt, wanting to pull it out but being too powerless to do so.

As one of the strongest existences in the unworldly world, this sword was a divine weapon that was forged in him since youth and grew with him.

But now, Feng Jikai felt that this rusted sword was immensely heavy that he couldn’t even lift it up by an inch.

Zhong Yue was saddened to see this; the sword and the blood was there but the sword was now rusty and the blood icy cold now.

Feng Changyang’s son had been living in this greenhouse for too long, he lost himself and despite having immense talent and endless strength, Feng Jikai could no longer swing his weapon and boil his blood again.

He was not the one Zhong Yue was looking for; he has became a different version of Fu Shang, his edges completely grinded away and he was only suitable to live here forever until time catches up to him.

His sword was too rusty but how could a peak Imperial Emperor’s sword ever turned rusty?

What had truly became rusty—was his heart.

His heart rusted and because of that, so did his sword.

As someone like himself, the divine weapon was a reflection of his heart; if the sword was rusted, then it suggested that his heart was rusty.

So how was that possible for a rusty heart to make the blood boil again?

Fuxis were fearless gods of war and if their blood turned cold, they were no longer Fuxi.

“Pretending to be drunk for too long had really turned him drunk.”

Xin Huo said, “Pretending to have no talent has really turned him useless. He shouldn’t have waited for so long, time had already grinded his edges away.”

Zhong Yue sighed and he started walking away again. But this time, he noticed the surroundings light up slightly, which made him stop again.

The light brightened and printed his shadow onto the wall.

Then he heard wind whistling in his ears.

Shivering silent wind.

Zhong Yue stopped and he murmured, “Xin Huo, listen to the wind.”

Wind came from the back and amidst the wind, the light lit up even brighter and when Zhong Yue turned around, he saw the rusty sword in Feng Jikai’s hand illuminating; the rusty coatings on the sword fell off, revealing the shiny blade again!

Beside Feng Jikai, wind whistled, howled and screeched as the wind blew around him!

As more and more rust coatings fell off, the divine sword in Feng Jikai’s hand buzzed; from low and vague, the buzzing turned louder, melodious and calming!

The wind whistled and the sword buzzed.

Then, came a huge blast of gale!

Jiang——

Feng Jikai pulled the sword out from the ground, standing up straight. His crazy aura blew the dust around him away as Dao roared in anger around him!

He held his sword firmly, synchronizing himself with the sword. The sword felt like it had been sharpened everyday for 70,000 years!

“The metal and blood remained!”

Feng Jikai gritted, let out a battle cry and shouted, “Fuxi’s Zhong Shan Clan’s member! Fuxi’s Feng Clan’s Feng Jikai is honoured to fight alongside with you!”