Chapter 1057: 1057

Chapter 1057: Heaven’s Burial

Purple—noble and elegant—filled the Phoenixes’ ancestral land.

“This… This is impossible!” Feng Xinxiao’s voice was somewhat hysterical. The scene in front of him had exceeded his imagination. This purple light had suppressed the radiance of the stars, becoming the only color in this world. He understood that his plan to target the Peacemaking Sect had failed before it could be carried out. The potential that Ou Yangming had displayed was too great. His bloodline had never been seen before in the history of the Phoenixes.

In other words, he was the greatest person in the history of the Phoenixes.

This was enough to become Ou Yangming’s greatest trump card and reliance. Even the phoenix powerhouses who were biased against him would have a subversive change in their thoughts at this moment.

How far could Ou Yangming, who possessed such Bloodline Power, go in the end? No one could say for sure.

When Feng Xinxiao shifted his gaze, there was a deep worry and shock on his face. Especially when he saw the phoenix Rulers looking at him with scorching gazes that could melt ice, his heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness. He cursed himself internally, ‘It would’ve been fine if we just fought according to the rules. What should I do now?’

His mind was at a loss. At this point in time, the situation had gone out of his control.

Feng Xiang’s pupils constricted, and his tongue stuck out. He had originally thought that he had overestimated Ou Yangming. It was only when he saw what happened that he suddenly woke up. ‘How was I overestimating him? I had looked at him through the cracks of a door—I underestimated him.’

Before this time, even if his imagination was twice as great, he would never have been able to guess such an outcome.

Feng Xiang felt extremely fortunate for his decision to befriend Ou Yangming.

Such a figure would one day be able to soar to the skies in the Great Wide World. As long as he took that step, given the battle prowess he displayed so far, an ordinary Ruler would still be at his mercy.

On the other hand, the purple light passed through Feng Xiao’s fingers, directly making his breathing quicken, and the resentment he had previously felt in his heart vanished into thin air. Ou Yangming was not someone he could hold a grudge against.

All the phoenix powerhouses on the terrace were dumbstruck, their faces were stunned as they looked at the figure below the totem.

They had bizarre looks in their eyes, and the scenes they saw were all different. Some saw an incomparably sharp immortal sword that had the power to cut through ancient times; some saw a majestic mountain that could suppress the universe; some saw an endless and deep ocean. The things they saw were different, but there was one thing in common, which was that the scenes were synonymous with mystery and power. They could not be understood nor spoken of.

Feng Mu stood at the peak of the mountain and looked into the distance.

In his eyes, the lush vegetation, the winding paths, the endless majestic mountains, and even the entire world was filled with this stunning purple light.

A look of wisdom appeared in his eyes. He raised his right arm and spread his fingers apart. A black light flashed in his palm, mysterious and distant. This black light seemed to have existed since the birth of the world. It was difficult to put it into words.

With that, the purple Qi within 333 meters from him seemed to be pulled into his palm by a mysterious force.

Countless purple Qi condensed and turned into purple threads. This seemingly ordinary action contained the divine ability of condensing objects in the void.

The old man’s body moved, and his old palm spread open. He exhaled and blew, and the purple threads lying on his palm dispersed with the wind. He said softly, “The Purple Qi has come from the east, and the Ruler has returned to his throne. This world has been in chaos for far too long, and it’s time for a powerhouse to suppress all enemies in the world.” It was an incredibly high evaluation

Suppress all enemies in the world…

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and all his fingers moved rhythmically.

Every time they shook, the sky shook at the same time as if some kind of power that surpassed one’s understanding had appeared.

After a long while, he shook his head and sighed, “I can’t see through it, I can’t see through it. Forget it, since I can’t see through it, I won’t look at it anymore.” He slowly turned around and walked into the house in a relaxed manner.

On the other side, the Seven Stars Tower was 9 stories high, and it could overlook the ancestral land of the Phoenixes. In a room hung a large banner of bloody words that had just been written: “There’s always calmness in the face of major events.”

Looking at the words, Feng Tian’s heart could not calm down no matter how hard he tried. He knew that the competition was meaningless. Regardless of whether they won or lost, the Peacemaking Sect would be the biggest winner. This time, he had lost completely.

He held a purple brush, but his hand paused in the air above a fine paper. Nonetheless, the brush seemed to be extremely heavy, and he could not put it down no matter how hard he tried.

At this moment, his heart was in a mess.

This was all because of a Venerable One, someone who was completely insignificant to him. This was something that he would not have imagined in the past.

Pushing open the door and walking to the railing, he looked at the purple clouds that filled the sky like threads as if he had fallen into a fairytale world. His emotions fluctuated once again.

Nevertheless, Feng Tian’s Qi cultivation was great. In just 2 or 3 breaths, he adjusted himself and spat out a mouthful of white mist. He quietly rolled up his sleeves and turned around to return to his room.

Just as he sat, a black-robed old man appeared behind him out of thin air and made a gesture of cutting his neck. The man’s eyes were filled with killing intent.

Feng Tian did not turn his head and spoke at a steady pace, “Feng Mu isn’t someone to be trifled with. Don’t make him angry. Try to rope him in first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll think of another way. I want to see if a person who can obtain the Phoenixes’ inheritance is truly invincible.”

His eyes were bloodshot. It was clear that he was already tempted to kill. If Ou Yangming did not cooperate, he would not show mercy. Even if the sky was in his way, he would still raise his knife to cut it through, not to mention that the person standing in his way was a human.

The black-robed old man nodded and hid in the dark again.

At this moment, below the totem, Ou Yangming’s mind was in chaos. The scene in front of him changed, and a peculiar world appeared. Green grass covered the sky, the starry sky drooped, and one could grab it with a raise of one’s hand. Starlights and moonlight shone down at the same time.

Ou Yangming stood in the middle of the grassland, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes. Inherited memories? Similar scenes had appeared when he was cultivating the Solitary Thought Skill, so he did not find it strange. Despite that, he did not expect that what Lil’ Red said was true. This totem actually hid a shocking fortune.

There was a reason Ou Yangming thought this way. As far as he knew, any fortune that had inherited memories was powerful. For example, the Solitary Thought Skill and the ancient formation left behind by Xu Junqing.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the shabby wooden house in front of him.

At this moment, the door opened with a creak. A middle-aged man wearing a tassel on his head carried a pot of liquor and walked out of the wooden house with a smile. He looked at Ou Yangming and asked, “Lil’ Friend Ou, you’re here?”

The voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Ou Yangming’s ears, and it also sounded like lightning.

His mind was in a mess. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered and asked in shock, “You know me?”

The middle-aged man lifted the tassel, revealing a well-defined face. He smiled brightly and responded, “I know a lot about astrology and divination. There are 3,000 great paths, and I’ve understood at least 1,000 of them, so I can look into the next 100,000 years.”

“Feng Ling… Senior Feng Ling?” Ou Yangming asked probingly. In fact, it was not hard to guess. The inherited memories were sealed in the Phoenixes’ totem and were so powerful. Who else could it be other than the Phoenixes’ first ancestor?

The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of liquor, and said softly, “Lil’ Friend, your aptitude isn’t bad.” He did not reply but did not refute either, which showed that he tacitly agreed to it.

At this moment, even with Ou Yangming’s temperament, he was a little excited.

Although Feng Ling at this moment was only a piece of inherited memories, he still had a vision of the past. Besides, he was one of the most formidable figures in the history of the Great Wide World and was an existence that could contend with the Dragons’ Taotie and the Upper Tribulations’ Xu Aoran.

Ou Yangming quickly cupped his hands and spoke, “Senior, you flatter me!”

Feng Ling waved his hand in an undeniable manner and said softly, “The laws and interspatial power of the Great Wide World are constantly pressing toward me, so this spiritual charm won’t be able to last for long. Since you triggered the unusual phenomenon and entered this place, I’ll give this good fortune to you. This spear attack was something that I comprehended after battling with Xu Aoran for 3 days. It’s called Heaven’s Burial. It buries Heaven, Earth, and everything in the world. The technique is exquisite and has all sorts of changes. It’s hard to describe it. Just watch carefully and try your best to comprehend it.”

Ou Yangming looked respectful. “I’ll follow your instructions!” He cupped his hands and bowed at Feng Ling.

Just as he finished, Feng Ling stepped on the void, and a leisurely voice came out from his mouth. “The path of spear techniques emphasizes being overbearing. One should use an overbearing and indescribable manner to suppress the chaos in the world.”

He did not have a spear in his hand, but he had one in his heart.

Feng Ling tossed his flask in the air and slashed out with his right hand. An awe-inspiring spear-light shot up into the sky. A majestic and domineering aura swept in all directions as if it wanted to tear the universe into pieces. A crack suddenly appeared in the sky. It was 5 kilometers wide, and its length could not be guessed. No one knew where it extended to, but it revealed a touch of pitch-black that made one’s heart palpitate. The spear Qi around the crack was overflowing, strangling everything around it.

It would be fine if that was all, but the crack seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

The hands pulled hard on both sides and in an instant, the sky seemed to have been torn apart, and the darkness that made one’s heart palpitate swallowed everything.

Heaven’s Burial—as its name suggested, it could really bury Heaven.

Ou Yangming’s eyes had been closed at some point in time. He condensed his spiritual power into a spear and kept thrusting out in the air like he was drawing randomly. His hand moved faster, turning into an afterimage.

Feng Ling showed a gratified look, shook his head, and sighed. “The path of karma is the path of life that all living things can’t escape. Since we’re fated, what’s wrong with giving you another good fortune?”

With that, Feng Ling pressed his palm down, and the spiritual Qi in the Phoenixes’ ancestral land boiled. As if it was being pulled by a mysterious force, it pounced toward Ou Yangming from all directions. From afar, the spiritual Qi condensed into substance and continuously refined his physical body. Multicolored light suffused from his Dantian Lake. It was as clear as dense mist and as transparent as glass. It seemed like it could evolve the heavens and the myriad realms, and a true path intent rippled in all directions.

Everyone looked at Ou Yangming as if he was a monster. Their hearts were filled with bitterness and mixed emotions.

That said, the hero was unaware at this moment as he was immersed in his own world.

All that was left in his eyes was the resolute, domineering spear attack that could split Heaven apart. He broke it down into countless movements and kept trying to figure it out. After an unknown time—perhaps an instant or an eternity—the spear-light in his eyes flashed, and he slashed through the air.

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