Chapter 31

At the peak of Lei Shan, that green wind vortex slowly dissipated, revealing two figures.

One was an old man dressed in green robes; his hair was white, yet his face was ruddy and lustrous, and his eyes held a deep profundity.

His entire body emanated a powerful yet restrained aura, so much so that even space carried faint fluctuations.

The other was a green-robed young woman.

Her figure was graceful, her features delicate and pretty, her eyes bright and spirited, exuding a youthful vitality.

Beneath the ruins of Lei Shan, someone immediately recognized them — these two were precisely the Starfall Pavilion's Venerable Feng and his disciple Mu Qingluan.

"The Four Pavilions have lost one pavilion from now on; wonder where the one who struck this blow came from……"

Venerable Feng tilted his head slightly, gazing toward the direction where the Wind Thunder Pavilion once stood, a trace of emotion flashing through his eyes.

"Such terrifying power — even an ordinary Dou Zun strongman would likely find it somewhat difficult." Mu Qingluan looked around at the surrounding ruins a few times.

Venerable Feng nodded slightly.

No matter who this person was, their strength was certainly terrifying.

He let out a light sigh, then turned to Mu Qingluan and said, "Qingluan, the Tianshan Blood Pool is about to open."

"This is a rare opportunity; I hope you can seize it this time to lay the foundation for Dou Zong."

Mu Qingluan nodded solemnly, a hint of anticipation showing in her eyes.

"Master, rest assured; your disciple will certainly go all out."

Venerable Feng smiled faintly, raised his hand and lightly patted Mu Qingluan's shoulder, "Good, let's go."

Having spoken, his hands rapidly formed seals; the surrounding air instantly surged violently, condensing once more into a green wind vortex that wrapped the two of them, and in the blink of an eye they vanished from the spot.

……

Outside the Tianmu Mountain Range, countless young strongmen from Zhong Zhou Bei Yu had already gathered by this time.

Each of them wore an excited yet nervous expression, their eyes flashing with longing light, all vying for the ten precious slots to enter the Tianshan Blood Pool.

Xiao Yan was among them; he wore a black robe, his figure tall and straight, his gaze fixed tightly on the majestic mountain range before him.

The Tianmu Mountain Range ahead towered into the clouds, its aura majestic.

Dense clouds and mist, like a heavy quilt, enveloped most of the Tianmu Mountain Range, making it fundamentally impossible to see what was hidden within the range.

Moreover, within that mist seemed to be contained an extremely vast energy, causing the surrounding space to faintly ripple.

If an outside Dou Zun strongman rashly barged in, they would surely trigger the energy tide within the mountain range, with unimaginable consequences.

Just as everyone waited with craned necks, suddenly a violent whistling sound came from the sky.

Only to see a giant sword fully ten zhang in size tearing through the long sky, streaking over like a meteor.

Where the giant sword passed, space seemed to be torn apart.

Everyone raised their heads to look, their eyes full of shock.

Just as the giant sword was about to near the mountain range, it suddenly trembled lightly, then unexpectedly shattered like a broken mirror, turning into countless points of light that burst and scattered away.

And at the place where the giant sword vanished, two figures appeared in the sky.

"It's the Myriad Sword Pavilion's Sword Venerable!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and the crowd instantly burst into cries of alarm.

Only to see that short-statured old man, clad in a white long robe, holding an ancient simple long sword; though not tall, he exuded a sharp sword qi, like a treasured sword drawn from its scabbard, making one dare not look directly at him.

Immediately after, another figure appeared out of thin air.

This person was shrouded entirely in black mist, face indiscernible, only a faint gloomy aura could be felt assaulting the senses.

"The Yellow Spring Venerable has also appeared!"

Cries of alarm rang out again in the crowd.

Xiao Yan looked at the two Venerables in the sky, murmuring inwardly.

"Both Venerables have arrived; wonder if Teacher's old friend Venerable Feng will come over……"

As if responding to his inner voice, right then a green wind pillar shot rapidly from afar, arriving before everyone in the blink of an eye. The wind pillar dissipated, and Venerable Feng and Mu Qingluan appeared in the sky.

"It's him…… he really came!!!"

Seeing Venerable Feng, Xiao Yan felt a surge of joy.

He could clearly sense that Yao Lao inside the ring, his mood had become exceptionally excited.

Yao Lao's soul trembled slightly inside the ring, continuously transmitting a surge of irrepressible excitement.

Xiao Yan no longer hesitated, circulated his Dou Qi, and flew toward Venerable Feng.

Seeing Xiao Yan suddenly fly over, Mu Qingluan frowned slightly, subconsciously stepping forward a step, wanting to intercept him.

However, Venerable Feng suddenly wore an excited expression, a flash of pleasant surprise crossing his eyes.

"It's me……"

At this moment, Yao Lao had already communicated to him via soul transmission.

"Finally found you……"

All these years, ever since Yao Chen disappeared, Venerable Feng had been searching.

To actually encounter him here, how could he care about anything else; his figure flashed, like a green bolt of lightning, instantly arriving before Xiao Yan.

He grabbed Xiao Yan's arm, then brought him flying toward a secluded spot nearby.

Arriving at the secluded spot, Yao Lao's soul slowly drifted out, appearing before Venerable Feng.

Venerable Feng looked at Yao Lao's slightly illusory soul body, his eyes full of heartache.

He stepped forward, lightly grasped Yao Lao's hand, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Old fellow, these years you've suffered……"

Yao Lao shook his head slightly, smiling bitterly, "Alas, a long story……"

Venerable Feng hurriedly asked, "So what exactly happened back then?"

"How did you end up in this state?"

"Hmph!"

"I only have myself to blame for being blind back then."

A flash of anger crossed Yao Lao's eyes. "If it weren't for that beast Han Feng!"

"For the sake of the Burning Technique, he actually colluded with the Soul Hall and betrayed me."

"Taking advantage of my unpreparedness, he brought Soul Hall's people and heavily injured me."

"If my soul hadn't fled fast enough, I'd probably be dead by now."

"And if I hadn't by chance met this current disciple of mine afterward, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted until now……"

As Yao Lao spoke, tears welled up in his eyes unbidden.

Hearing this, Venerable Feng trembled all over with rage.

"That beast! Utterly heartless and cruel!"

"He was clearly raised by your own hand!"

Yao Lao also sighed and shook his head. "Back then I placed too much importance on cultivation, staying in seclusion year-round, and neglected to properly discipline Han Feng."

"Which gave the Soul Hall an opening to exploit."

Killing intent flickered in Venerable Feng's eyes.

"Soul Hall…… this bunch of despicable scum from the dark corners!"

At this moment Xiao Yan spoke up from the side. "Senior Feng, back in the Black Corner Region, I once fought Han Feng."

"That time I managed to defeat him thanks to a senior who heavily injured him."

"Otherwise with my strength, I was simply no match for him."

"Right, that senior was the one who killed Venerable Lei and destroyed the Wind Thunder Pavilion. His name is Yun Yi."

"Yun Yi? From the Northwest Continent?"

Venerable Feng asked with a face full of surprise.

"That's right, he's from the Northwest Continent." Xiao Yan nodded in confirmation.

Venerable Feng slightly narrowed his eyes, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face, and spoke slowly.

"Back in the Southern Region, a ruthless figure did indeed emerge. I once heard he came from the Northwest Continent!"

"At that time he was merely a Dou Zong cultivation base, yet relying on his own power he killed dozens of Dou Zong strongmen, and even beheaded three Dou Zun."

"Later it was said that man perished in the Ancient Ruins. Who would have thought…… who would have thought that evil star would appear again!"

Venerable Feng was filled with emotion. "Given the terrifying talent that evil star displayed back then!"

"By now he has most likely already reached the cultivation of Dou Zun Peak……"

(Chapter End)