I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1314: The Snowstorm Island Quake
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
"BOOM!!!"
A fearsome slash of blade energy ripped across the heavens over Snowstorm Island, paired with a thunderous blast. The awesome power rattled the whole landmass, making the sky and ground shift in hue!
Many cultivators across the island jolted from their rest, staring skyward at the alarming blade glow with expressions of pure astonishment.
From common disciples to top island leaders, all soared into the air instantly, eyes locked above. A heavy tension blanketed the place, as numerous spiritual senses scanned the firmament!
Beneath the watch of everyone.
The heavens cracked apart, with endless rays of brilliance spilling forth!
In the outer sect zone packed with floating isles, regular disciples froze in place, gazing upward. Their features twisted in utter dread, like beholding doomsday, oblivious to what was really occurring.
Within the grand Heavenly Hall.
The island's elites beheld this spectacle and quickly drew assumptions. Figures radiating mighty presences assembled in the central chamber, whispering in disbelief and uncertainty.
"What in the world is going on? Why has the void suddenly fractured like this?""The Demon Suppression Prison... it's been broken into!"
"That can't be right!?"
"The void's rupture means demons are fleeing—it has to be the Demon Suppression Prison's breach!"
"Catastrophe, this spells catastrophe!"
At the front of the main hall, the assorted leaders brimmed with alarm.
The Demon Suppression Prison's violation would surely unleash a massive calamity. A mix of complicated looks rippled through their ranks. The Reverends who hurried in after the alert showed utmost solemnity on their faces.
Particularly Yuwen Qianyue, positioned at the rear of the group.
This typically distant and arrogant Heaven's Pride Reverend, now seeing the dispersing lights firsthand and learning of the prison's invasion, even gripped her hidden sleeves with jade fingers in stunned tension!
Gazing dubiously at the lights streaking the sky, her face darkened further!
To imagine...
this so-called unbreakable Demon Suppression Prison had been forced open. Who could tell what monstrous entity wielded such power!
This destroys all plans!
Suppose...
that mortal-star cultivator somehow slipped free, and the shameful plot of her accusing him got exposed?
What could she possibly do?!
As this idea hit her, Yuwen Qianyue's gaze flashed with fear. The signs of her inner turmoil were plain to see.
Her stare glued to the sky, her mind kept begging silently.
No way...
That fellow was only a mortal-star cultivator. No matter his talent, the Demon Suppression Prison teemed with endless perils. He couldn't possibly have lasted this long!
Her quiet whispers held for just moments before a voice nearby erupted in alarm!
"Look! A few presences have halted in the air!"
"Are they grudge-holding demon kin, here to strike back at our Snowstorm Island?!"
In a flash!
The mood outside the Heavenly Hall grew razor-sharp. All eyes bored into the sky.
When Yuwen Qianyue made out the shapes appearing, her attention snagged right away on the striking, young visage of one. Her pupils started to quiver!
The youth at the group's heart was precisely the mortal-star cultivator, Yi Feng!
This individual had endured inside the Demon Suppression Prison. His fortune was downright otherworldly!
"This!"
Spotting Yi Feng's narrow getaway, Yuwen Qianyue drew a sharp breath in surprise.
Though she swiftly noticed her slip in poise, the damage was done. A handful of mature men eyed her curiously, their countenances pondering.
Before they delved deeper, another voice rang out in even wilder shock than Yuwen Qianyue's!
"That... that figure with the staff, is it Elder Guo?"
"It truly is Elder Guo?!"
"This... this isn't possible!"
"After tens of thousands of years, Elder Guo lives on?!"
"I can't be wrong. Though he appears far more withered, like his life force has ebbed away, his presence and looks match Elder Guo's without doubt!"
The cries of incredulity cut sharp, pulling every gaze at the hall's doorway.
Noting the speakers as senior island authorities, it prompted numerous Reverends to cup hands in awe.
"Honored sirs, the Elder Guo you mention, is he perhaps..."
The query hung unfinished as the chief figure gravely affirmed.
"Indeed."
"He is none other than Snowstorm Island's originator, the legendary Sword Venerable who dominated the realm tens of thousands of years past—Guo Jiannan!"
These declarations drained the color from all faces!
"Hiss!"
"Elder Guo walks the world once more!"
In no time, the leaders' looks at the threshold shifted wildly. Some even stammered in disarray, totally floored by the day's revelations!
"Elder Guo returns to Snowstorm Island!"
"The era is on the brink of upheaval!"
The mythic founder of Snowstorm Island, bursting from the Demon Suppression Prison—this revelation hit like a thunderbolt. It hinted at buried secrets and enigmas, leaving many gaping in shock!
Yuwen Qianyue's pulse raced harder.
Glancing back to the sky, her complexion had gone ashen.
In her view, the airborne forms were exchanging bows. Yi Feng, encircled amid them, appeared highly esteemed. He even bantered and grinned with Elder Guo, as though he'd gained a mighty ally...
Curse it!
This mortal-star cultivator didn't just flee the Demon Suppression Prison but forged ties with Elder Guo!
His fortune defies the heavens!
After moments of envious, icy glares, Yuwen Qianyue's visage soured more.
This loathsome youth, flipping disaster to triumph, would no doubt lean on Elder Guo's fame for payback. She was just a Reverend—how could she stand against Snowstorm Island's founding Sword Venerable?
What was her next move?!
Following a series of furtive, anxious peeks, Yuwen Qianyue's hands chilled in fright. She slipped back from the throng quietly. The remaining elites also lifted their sights, rigid in place with mixed emotions, intricate gleams dancing in many eyes.
In the firmament where lights dispersed, the atmosphere hung crisp, sunlight beaming down.
Guo Jiannan and his companions chuckled deeply, their countenances beaming with delight at the open sky.
"We've truly escaped..."
"The Demon Suppression Prison lies broken. Freedom is ours at last!"
"Hahaha!"
Surveying Snowstorm Island's vistas below, the party stirred with varied sentiments. They bowed one after another to Yi Feng, brimming with awe for this elder brother's fearsome prowess!
"Brother Yi! We've truly seen wonders today. Beholding Brother Yi's unmatched blade attack leaves us content for life!"
"Brother Yi freed us. This grace we'll engrave in our souls forever!"
"No thanks suffice for such a boon. Should Brother Yi ever require aid ahead, we'd face death a myriad times without hesitation!"
Noting his pledged siblings' courtesy, Yi Feng grinned and offered a fist salute in reply.
"No need for such ceremony. As brothers we call each other, this was merely a minor deed, unworthy of note."
His siblings' faces creased with age, carrying an air of weary years. Fresh to the outside world, they likely had scant kin or allies remaining, a sorrowful state.
Bound by chance encounter, Yi Feng inquired with care.
"Friends, what lies ahead for you? Any destination in mind?"
Guo Jiannan and the rest traded looks at his words, their mirth dimming as they answered.
"Brother Yi, breaking from the Demon Suppression Prison is vast luck, owed entirely to you. With liberty reclaimed, this elder must reckon with the foe who wronged me long ago!"
The group nodded in unison, cupping hands with grave tones.
"Yes. A true man avenges his woes. Old debts demand payment!"
"In mere days, after restoring my cultivation, I'll head back to end my feud!"
"Brother Yi, farewell for now. We'll part here. Once cultivation mends and revenge taken, we'll meet anew for a grand feast!"
At this, Yi Feng nodded with approval.
"Very well. That's the proper path."
That these brothers held vengeful fire eased his concerns for them. Far from their end, they ought to thrive going forward.
'A true man avenges his woes'—such wisdom rang true!
Now free myself, I too must confront that cruel auntie from years past. I'll grill that scheming hag on why she tricked me into the Demon Suppression Prison!
As separation neared, Yi Feng addressed his brothers with guidance.
"Brothers, our paths diverge here."
"Should troubles arise, reach out to me. If it's in my reach, I'll rush to assist without fail."
The fellows voiced thanks profusely, their esteem swelling further.
After imprinting jade slips with spiritual senses, they farewelled again and streaked away in diverse paths.
Observing his brothers fade as light trails, Yi Feng felt relieved and turned away. He then dashed toward his old home, the "Sunset Glow Heavenly Manor."