I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 588: Chu Feng: Senior, Your Great Dao Is Nothing Special
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Chapter 588: Chu Feng: Senior, Your Great Dao Is Nothing Special
The interior of the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm was a picture of desolation. A limitless wasteland stretched out as far as the eye could perceive.
Void of any living creatures, the realm showed not a single sign of life.
Upon entering the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm, Chu Feng attempted to survey the surroundings within ten thousand li using his spiritual sense. However, his perception vanished instantly like a pebble dropped into a vast ocean, failing to locate the boundaries of this hidden dimension.
Nevertheless, he was certain that a specific power of rules governed this secret realm.
It functioned as a world entirely distinct from the Xuantian Continent where he originated.
As Chu Feng contemplated this, the cultivators representing the various Holy Lands began to arrive in the Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm in succession.
Establishing a base was the immediate priority for every faction. In addition to the Ten Great Holy Lands, representatives from Nine Cauldrons City and several Great Saints also manifested within the realm.
After an hour had passed, all the forces had concluded their preparations and set up camp.
Nine Saints ascended and stood suspended in the air. Observing this, Chu Feng took a step toward the heavens as well. Even though he was a junior, he stood as the representative of the Wendao Academy and could not allow the Academy’s reputation to be tarnished.
The Slash God Great Saint from the Divine Sword Holy Land was the first to speak: "Fellow Daoists, a century has passed, yet your elegance remains unchanged."
The Blood Sea Great Saint of the Blood God Cult responded with a sneer: "Old Man Slash God, I did not come here to trade stories with you. Set aside these polite literary pleasantries; they have never suited you sword cultivators anyway."
The Tongyou Great Saint of the Nine Nether Holy Land agreed: "That is correct. Let us abide by the established traditions. The victor shall determine the rules for this Grand Competition."
Chu Feng’s eyes brightened immediately upon hearing those words. He had anticipated merely going through the motions, but the prospect of exchanging blows with Saints was an unexpected surprise.
That deceptive old man, the Dean, had neglected to inform him of this beforehand. Still, this was acceptable; it provided an opportunity to witness the techniques of these renowned Saints.
Stroking his beard, the Slash God Great Saint remarked: "Fellow Daoists, you two are as impatient as ever. It is truly a shame that Old Man Kong is absent. Otherwise, the two of you might have had the chance to avenge the humiliation you suffered a hundred years ago."
The expressions of the Tongyou Great Saint and the Blood Sea Great Saint soured instantly at the mention of that past defeat.
The Tongyou Great Saint locked his gaze onto Chu Feng: "Brat, has Old Man Kong’s injury from a century ago failed to heal, forcing him to send a child like you to endure a thrashing in his place?"
Rather than taking offense, Chu Feng merely waved his feather fan and replied with a grin:
"Mr. Kong mentioned that dueling with subordinates he already defeated is quite tiresome. He sent me instead to see if you two Seniors have made any actual progress."
Having been the King of Verbal Battles in his previous life, his talent for sarcasm and biting remarks was unmatched across two lifetimes.
"What an insolent junior."
The Blood Sea Great Saint spoke with a forced, thin smile: "I wonder if your Great Dao Truth is as resilient as your tongue?"
Chu Feng gave a casual shrug: "Wouldn't Senior find out for certain by testing it?"
Arrogant!
The cultivators watching the exchange could only use one word to describe Chu Feng: Arrogant.
Onlookers like Great Sage Jiuding observed the confrontation, whispering among themselves.
"This Saint Qiankun truly lives up to the rumors."
"Indeed, but he has overlooked one detail. The Saints of the Holy Lands are not the same as the Saint Corpses and Saint Souls he managed to defeat previously."
"..."
"Very well, boy. This Saint shall see exactly what you are capable of."
The Blood Sea Great Saint spoke with a stern tone.
Before Chu Feng could respond, the Tongyou Great Saint intervened: "Blood Sea, allow this old man to teach this brat some manners. Stand aside and observe for now."
The other surrounding Saints adopted an air of indifference, yet their spiritual senses remained firmly locked onto Chu Feng.
In their estimation, while Chu Feng held the title of Saint, he lacked the standing to join them in establishing rules unless he could overcome one of these two veterans.
Chu Feng smiled and suggested: "Two Seniors, why don't you both step forward together?"
"Hmph!"
Both Saints let out a cold snort simultaneously at the suggestion.
They traded a glance before the Blood Sea Great Saint spoke: "Tongyou, I will grant you this turn. However, when it comes to setting the rules later, you must support my position."
"Agreed," the Tongyou Great Saint replied, taking a half-step forward.
With that single movement, the heavens and earth underwent a violent transformation. The sky, which had been clear and bright, suddenly plunged into deep shadow.
A deathly energy blanketed the barren earth. Within moments, the entire Nine Cauldrons Secret Realm was refashioned into the Nine Nether Hell.
The Tongyou Great Saint, who had previously looked like a frail, hunched old man, was suddenly bathed in immortal light. He stood there like the sovereign Lord of the Netherworld.
It appeared as though the ghosts of the Nine Nethers would surge forth to obey his every command with a single shout.
Watching the scene unfold, Chu Feng’s expression remained entirely unchanged. He remarked calmly: "So, Senior practices the Netherworld Great Dao. However, it seems Senior's mastery is not quite complete. This Nine Nether Hell is merely an impressive facade!"
The Tongyou Great Saint replied with visible contempt: "Brat, cease your verbal posturing. Do you honestly suggest you grasp the Netherworld Great Dao better than I do?"
Chu Feng grinned: "I do possess a bit of knowledge regarding the Netherworld Great Dao. Perhaps I, your junior, should demonstrate the true Netherworld Great Dao to you, Senior?"
The Tongyou Great Saint’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with a sudden murderous intent as he said coldly: "Fine. Today, I wish to see your version of the Netherworld Great Dao. Make your move."
"As you wish."
Before Chu Feng’s voice had even faded, two beams of immortal light erupted from his body, swirling around him as his aura surged violently.
He made a casual reaching motion with his hand. Suddenly, the heavens collapsed and the very ground split asunder.
A colossal skeletal arm rose from the earth—a massive hand that personified death itself.
The mere appearance of that hand caused the hearts of every Saint present to shudder, as if they were coming face-to-face with their own mortality.
That gargantuan hand reached out within the secret realm. The Nine Nether Hell that the Tongyou Great Saint had manifested was instantly shattered. In its place, an Avici Hell emerged.
If the Tongyou Great Saint’s Great Dao had merely made people feel as if they were in hell, then the Avici Hell that now appeared was a realm of pure despair.
In this hell, a rigid hierarchy existed, consisting of eighteen distinct levels of suffering.
Each level was so terrifying that it caused the souls of those who looked upon it to fracture and their skin to crawl.
The skeletal hand reached out from the deepest depths of those eighteen levels. To be seized by that hand meant being cast into the eighteen levels of hell for eternity, stripped of any hope for rebirth.
Everyone present watched the hand with wide eyes, praying silently that they would not be its target.
Under the collective gaze of the crowd, the hand moved toward the Tongyou Great Saint. Though its speed seemed slow, it felt impossible to evade, as if no place in heaven or on earth could hide from its grasp.
"No!"
The Tongyou Great Saint cried out instinctively as he stared at the skeletal hand.
"This old man refuses to go to hell!"
At that moment, the giant hand stopped in mid-air. Chu Feng’s relaxed voice broke the silence.
"Senior, I wonder how you find my Netherworld Great Dao?"
His words snapped everyone present out of their shock and back to reality.
Every eye turned toward the speaker. When they saw the young man standing there, they were all frozen in place...