Chapter 702

Fang Yu's gaze turned toward the Qin Zu, and at this moment, the people of Bulaoshan Qin Zu had nothing left to say.

Today, two of their divine beings perished, and the Shengshan Wuxingshan was taken away; Bulaoshan suffered its greatest calamity in countless eons.

To make matters worse, after Wuxingshan was taken, a being long suppressed beneath it broke free.

"Roar!"

A low sound echoed, and from the spot where the Five Fingers Mountain had stood, a disheveled being appeared—emaciated, its hair wild and withered like wild grass, covering its body.

It was nearly petrified, its body caked with earth and stone, its hair long and withered, like a pair of dry straws, obscuring its entire form.

There truly was a being suppressed beneath Wuxingshan!

In Xuanyu, this had always been merely legend; Bulaoshan had never admitted it. But now, with Wuxingshan gone, the suppressed entity finally revealed itself—yet it did not appear grand or fearsome.

Yet every cultivator of Bulaoshan, especially the masters above the Divine Rank, turned pale—they knew how terrifying that being had been in ages past, how many lives had been lost just to suppress him.

Even so, they could not kill him; otherwise, he would not have been sealed here, where time itself was meant to slowly erase him.

But today, with Wuxingshan taken, this being saw daylight again—this was an absolute catastrophe.

"The last offspring of the Peng?"

Fang Yu's gaze also fixed on the being—if he remembered correctly, this suppressed entity was none other than the last offspring of the Peng.

The Ten Ancient Fiends, Peng among them, had fought in the ancient wars, suffered grievous wounds, descended to the mortal realm, birthed a Peng offspring, then perished. In later ages, the Peng's last offspring was sealed beneath Wuxingshan.

No one knew what truly happened, but Fang Yu's eyes could see the suppressed being truly had a pair of wings—not Sun Wukong.

In this world, beneath Wuxingshan, it was not a monkey that was sealed—it was truly the last offspring of the Peng.

This last offspring of the Peng had been sealed for countless eons and still lived, having mastered a secret technique to lock his essence and qi within, preventing leakage, to resist the erosion of time.

He waited, waited, and finally waited until today, when Wuxingshan underwent great change, allowing him to break free.

After countless eons, he was emaciated, shriveled, yet still alive.

"Shall I lend you a hand?"

Fang Yu had received the Peng's legacy in the North Sea Peng lands; facing the Peng's last offspring, he naturally would not act. He gestured, and the boundless divine light behind him flowed forth, forming a Book of Wuji. Instantly, infinite suns, moons, and stars of the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms appeared, pouring starlight from distant skies into Fang Yu's Book of Wuji.

The Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Star Art.

This Dao ranked among the top ten, universally prevalent across countless worlds, for all heavens and worlds had stars, all had Zhou Tian star systems; where there were stars, Great Star Art could forcibly sense infinite stellar power, drawing it as starlight.

This was also the main reason it ranked among the top ten—if it were Great Divine Enshrinement Art, in a world without Divine Enshrinement Xu Yuan Qi, it would be useless; clearly, Great Divine Enshrinement Art was a specialty of the Eternal Life Realm.

Among the Three Thousand Great Dao, some, like Great Dragon Physiognomy Art, were very similar to Great Divine Enshrinement Art—able to open the Dragon Realm or other dimensional spaces in the Eternal Life Realm, but in the Perfect World, sorry, we have no Dragon Realm, no Divine Enshrinement World; the Dao's power dropped drastically.

Now, Fang Yu unleashed the Celestial Wuji, Great Star Art—sun and moon essence, celestial starlight—all poured down like tides into Fang Yu's Book of Wuji, then flowed like water onto the Peng's last offspring.

Instantly, the Peng's last offspring seemed to awaken fully—his golden pupils blazed like twin suns, then he opened his mouth and swallowed, devouring all the starlight and sun-moon essence into his body.

His mouth could swallow sun and moon!

Indeed, the Peng's nature.

After swallowing boundless starlight and sun-moon essence, the being seemed revived—he stood, gazing at the sky, and opened his mouth again.

As if heaven and earth froze, time halted—the entire great region dimmed; all heavenly essence, sun-moon starlight converged here, infinite stellar origins pouring into his gaping mouth.

The entire Xuanyu was stunned, filled with dread—they sensed a cataclysmic change at Bulaoshan, yet no one dared enter to investigate.

"What happened at Bulaoshan? Such power—clearly a world-shaking figure broke free, replenishing his Xu Yuan Qi. What is Bulaoshan doing? Did that legendary being break free?"

Some ancient sect leaders in Xuanyu turned pale; though they had not gone to Bulaoshan, they could guess much—Bulaoshan cultivators would never devour starlight and celestial essence to restore power; only a world-shaking fiend breaking free, frantically absorbing essence, could cause such heavenly phenomena.

Swallowing sun-moon radiance, absorbing heaven-earth origins!

"This continent will descend into chaos—this being truly means to break free!"

The sect leaders trembled with fear.

In the past, many factions had helped suppress this being—now that he was free, would he settle old scores?

At Bulaoshan, Fang Yu watched the Peng's last offspring's mouth—it was like a black hole, sucking in endless essence, as if draining the entire universe.

It was daytime, yet all stars appeared, one after another, blazing close in the azure sky.

Each great star sent down a beam of light; the entire heavens glittered thus, magnificent beyond measure.

The people of Xuanyu were stunned—every soul in this great region felt overwhelming terror.

"Is heaven destroying Bulaoshan? That demon took our Wuxingshan, and now he releases another demon—what do we do?"

"We're finished, utterly finished—no one in heaven or earth can save us. Why? Why did we provoke such a being? Even our Shengshan Wuxingshan was taken!"

Someone from Qin Zu wept uncontrollably, terrified beyond measure.

"This is someone else's fault, not mine! I devoted myself to the Dao, never even left the mountain—why must I suffer such calamity?"

"What do we do? Who can tell me what to do?"

"We provoked true gods—damn it, those arrogant brats are truly damned!"

"Wait—this being is Shi Hao's Master! Our Qin Zu shares blood with Shi Hao! Quickly send for Shi Ziling and Qin Yining—only they can save our Qin Zu now!"

On Bulaoshan, as Qin Zu members saw the stars blazing in the azure sky and entered Bulaoshan, they were utterly stunned and terrified—right beside them, their surroundings plunged into darkness, all light stolen; that figure, though emaciated, radiated the aura of an ancient divine mountain—deeply terrifying.

It was easy to imagine—if that being truly absorbed enough sun-moon essence and starlight, and turned hostile, all would die.

At this moment of life-or-death, a Qin Zu master who knew past events rushed to summon Shi Hao's parents.

Shi Hao's father was Shi Ziling, a man of Shi Kingdom; his mother was Qin Yining, a member of Qin Zu.

In truth, the entire Bulaoshan was Shi Hao's maternal family.

Fang Yu had never intended to destroy Shi Hao's maternal family—but Qin Zu had been arrogant and reckless, so he had struck hard, killing one or two of their divine beings.

Now that Qin Zu felt pain, truly sensing the threat of annihilation, they finally remembered their kinship with the Shi family.

As the Peng's last offspring still absorbed heaven-earth essence, a Qin Zu master from afar flew out, his expression worse than tears.

"Please, Elder, cease! Our two families have ancient ties—these are your disciple's parents. For the sake of our kinship, please do not strike!"

As he spoke, two figures emerged behind him.