Chapter 394

The Ji family, passed down since the ancient wasteland era, is one of the most powerful forces among humanity; now, with Kong Quewang as a great being of the demonic race, his provocation of the Ji family will bring about terrifying consequences.

Later, well-informed individuals revealed the hidden truth behind Kong Quewang's emergence: it was all because the demonic princess Yan Ruyu was hunted by the Ji family.

A month ago, the Ji family ambushed and attempted to kill the demonic princess Yan Ruyu in the lands of Wei, seeking to seize the Emperor's weapon of the demonic emperor.

As a demonic princess, she had fallen into decay in less than ten thousand years; her former glory and nobility seemed forgotten, hunted by the ancient human clans.

Yan Ruyu fled far from home, seeking protection from powerful demonic cultivators, but upon hearing of her plight, some demonic cultivators also plotted to seize her.

In the end, this demonic princess sought refuge with Kong Quewang, prompting the demonic king to immediately emerge from his seclusion, vowing to demand justice for Yan Ruyu.

Smashing the Ji family's gate plaque and overturning their gate was an extremely grave incident, one that had not occurred in thousands of years.

Kong Quewang did not storm into the Ji family, for even as a great being of the demonic race, once he entered, it would be nearly impossible to escape unscathed.

All know that the foundations of sacred places and ancient clans are immeasurable; even if they appear weak and devoid of experts for a time, at critical moments, masters always emerge to avert disaster.

Kong Quewang's visit to provoke was equivalent to slapping the Ji family's face.

The Ji family erupted in fury; their elder masters all emerged, determined to kill Kong Quewang.

Even though this demonic king had swept the southern lands eight hundred years ago, the Ji family could not swallow this insult.

"Kong Quewang and the Ji family have clashed."

After Fang Yu cultivated the Great Devouring Art, he did not travel again but left the Fire Region and returned to the Tai Xuan Sect, to Zhuofeng.

On Zhuofeng, many were discussing this matter; upon seeing Fang Yu arrive, each bowed respectfully and paid their respects to him.

"Hail, Senior Brother!"

Every disciple on Zhuofeng was a disciple of great influence among the Tai Xuan Sect's one hundred and eight main peaks, but since they witnessed Fang Yu crafting divine thunder with his bare hands, all had become reverent and dared not offend him.

Fang Yu grunted and nodded.

"Senior Brother, have you heard the news? Kong Quewang has attacked the Ji family—this is truly one of the biggest events in recent years."

"Indeed a major event. Kong Quewang, who swept the world eight hundred years ago, has now emerged and attacked the Ji family—truly astonishing."

"Yet although Kong Quewang is powerful, the Ji family's experts are numerous; if they face off directly, Kong Quewang will likely retreat, but he won't stand idle—he'll make the situation even worse."

"Senior Brother, what do you think this situation will develop into? The ancient Ji family has countless experts; Kong Quewang, an invincible master from eight hundred years ago—when they collide, what impact will it have on the future?"

Some disciples wanted to ask Fang Yu for his opinion.

"The Eastern Wilderness will be in turmoil for a while. Since Kong Quewang has emerged, he certainly won't stop at this. But it won't affect you. You lot, focus on your cultivation, seize the time to strengthen yourselves."

Fang Yu smiled and spoke.

"Senior Brother, are you saying Kong Quewang will take further action? He attacked the Ji family, smashed their gate plaque—that's already beyond severe; he's already slapped their face—what else could he possibly do?"

"Does this demonic king truly intend to fight the Ji family to the death?"

"Senior Brother, I can't agree with you—does Kong Quewang really have that much audacity? He's already made his move by—"

Many disciples on Zhuofeng were discussing, when suddenly Li Ruoyu, the master of Zhuofeng, appeared; all disciples immediately fell silent and bowed to Li Ruoyu.

"Fang Yu, come with me."

Li Ruoyu's gaze fixed on Fang Yu, his expression showing surprise—as if sensing some change in Fang Yu.

"Hmm."

Fang Yu nodded and stepped into the main hall of Zhuofeng.

"Though storms rage outside, Zhuofeng must remain calm; when the heart seeks stillness, the person becomes still."

The old man sat upon his mat and spoke; around him flowed the principles of nature, vast and majestic, as if capable of embracing all things.

At a time when all hearts were restless and everyone was curious about the world's great changes, he remained unruffled, his mind peaceful, like the bright moon and clear wind, like pure spring water.

Every movement, every gesture, aligned perfectly with the principles of nature.

"Master is right. No matter how turbulent the world becomes, we must cultivate our own Dao, walk our own path."

Fang Yu nodded, his gaze fixed on Li Ruoyu. "Yet I have some doubts regarding the Dao of Nature—I seek your guidance."

"The Dao of Nature? Very well."

Li Ruoyu nodded.

The old man's intent stirred, and the void here transformed, revealing countless wondrous scenes of nature.

Profound beyond profundity—the Gate of Nature.

Nature contains infinite mysteries: the rising sun, torrential rain, the changing seasons.

In every movement, every natural change, lies abundant principle.

Fang Yu gazed upon it, his eyes gleaming with joy.

Who in this world, besides Li Ruoyu, understood the Dao of Nature?

The two sat within the hall, discussing the Dao.

Outside, however, storms gathered; within a single day, shocking news spread across the southern lands: Kong Quewang suddenly appeared in Wei and brutally killed a Grand Elder of the Ji family.

This was a seismic event; as soon as the news broke, everyone was stunned—Kong Quewang had clearly prepared for war, not merely slapping the Ji family's face.

Who was this Grand Elder of the Ji family? A man whose stomping foot could shake the southern lands; each Grand Elder was a once-mighty figure who had shaken the world, rarely killed, for the consequences were too great.

Yet Kong Quewang had slain a Grand Elder of the Ji family—this was a storm of fury, an unimaginable event.

"Kong Quewang is truly powerful—he killed a Grand Elder of the Ji family."

"A Grand Elder? How terrifying! Each is a genius among geniuses, a master among masters, forged through countless storms—and now one has perished."

"It's not surprising Kong Quewang killed a Ji family great being—remember, eight hundred years ago, Kong Quewang was already called a great being! What is a great being? One with boundless magic power, invincible and unmatched."

Kong Quewang's slaying of the Ji family's Grand Elder shook the southern lands; all were discussing it, and his past deeds were unearthed.

This demonic great being had never suffered a defeat since his emergence in the southern lands; even eight hundred years ago, he had slain two renowned figures of the Yaoguang Sacred Place.

That incident caused a massive uproar; the Yaoguang Sacred Place pursued Kong Quewang for fifty years, yet he never died.

Even the Yaoguang Sacred Place's master himself had personally intervened to kill Kong Quewang—and still failed; Kong Quewang escaped unharmed.

That battle, it was said, lasted three days and three nights, shaking heaven and earth, dimming sun and moon; Kong Quewang and the Yaoguang master were evenly matched, a single battle securing his legendary fame.

And so, Kong Quewang had long enjoyed an eight-hundred-year reputation of invincibility.

"Big Brother's prediction was spot-on—Kong Quewang really hasn't stopped."

On Zhuofeng, disciples were discussing.

"Big Brother sees things clearly, but no one knows what Kong Quewang will do next. Still, it's not wise to disturb Big Brother—he seems to be training with Shizunde."

"I wonder what Big Brother will comprehend—we've never received instruction from Shizunde."

Several disciples murmured, feeling a touch of envy but daring not to speak further.

Just a few days later, word came again: Kong Quewang struck once more, slaying several elder luminaries of the Ji family—those who protected Ji Haoyue. He was trying to kill Ji's Divine Body.

This was even more serious than the last incident. The Divine Body of the Eastern Wilderness, once grown, could guard the Ji family for a thousand years—it was their very lifeline.

All major factions, though aware of the Divine Body's threat, dared not act to eliminate it, for that would only drive the Ji family into a mad, unyielding war.

Yet Kong Quewang moved with brutal ferocity, directly targeting Ji's Divine Body, seeking to kill Ji Haoyue and erase the Ji family's future.

This move was indeed devastating. The Ji family grew deeply uneasy and dispatched countless strong warriors to rescue Ji Haoyue.

The Southern Eastern Wilderness erupted in chaos; rumors spread wildly.

"Ji Haoyue truly lives up to his title as our Eastern Wilderness Divine Body—he survived Kong Quewang's personal pursuit and escaped!"

"But the Ji family's elders who protected him have all died; just recently, the last one fell in battle. Peacock King, for the sake of the Demon Princess, has truly unleashed a massacre."

"An ancient emperor of the demon race has been dead less than ten thousand years, yet the Ji family dares to ambush the Demon Princess and seize the demon race's imperial artifact—that's an insult to the demon race. If I were Peacock King, I'd slaughter them mercilessly, especially Ji Haoyue. Wasn't he once so arrogant, trying to steal the demon race's imperial artifact? Now that he's scared, where's his boldness?"

Some rejoiced in the misfortune, hoping to hear that Ji's Divine Body had been slain by Kong Quewang—after all, the more chaos, the better the spectacle.

"Another Ji family elder has fallen. Kong Quewang is invincible! His lifespan seems nearly spent—he's emerged from seclusion and is now killing anyone he pleases."

"But the Ji family has also erupted in fury—they vow to kill Kong Quewang. It's said their patriarch himself is about to move."

As countless changes unfolded beyond, atop the main hall of Zhuofeng in the Tai Xuan Sect, Fang Yu's eyes gleamed with joy.

"Thank you, Shizunde, for imparting to me the Dao of Nature."

Fang Yu spoke, and the space around him shifted—his slightest movement gave rise to grasses, trees, and mountains, conjuring countless marvels.

Waves of natural energy, natural principles, seemed to forge a domain of nature—within this realm, nature was boundless, capable of embracing all, yet also transforming into invincible power to obliterate all.

Nature, after all, is a mysterious principle.

It can manifest as the Five Elements, as Yin and Yang, as the Sun, or as the Moon.

This Dao encompasses them all.

Especially when Fang Yu willed it, the Dao of Nature merged with the Great Devouring Art and the Great Void Art, turning the surrounding space into a terrifying realm.

Fang Yu sensed the stacking of these many Dao principles, knowing his strength had further risen.

The Dao of Nature could be named the Great Nature Art—a technique that, even in the Eternal Life Realm, would rank among the supreme divine arts.

This was excellent.

"I wonder if there exists in the Eternal Life Realm a Dao called the Great Nature Art?"