Chapter 495: The Social Death Scene of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor

"Senior Battle Emperor, it has been many days! I hope Itachi are well!"

As the voice faded, Chu Yang and Cheng Ya appeared beside Yao Feng.

At that moment, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s expression was utterly priceless, and the distant powerful figures erupted in murmurs.

Chu Yang!

This legendary name, though recently risen to fame, had shaken the entire Grand World.

Instantly, everyone activated their techniques, straining their eyes to see—none had imagined they would one day witness the true presence of this Demon-Slaying King.

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s face stiffened; he forced a dry laugh. "Brother Chu? Didn’t Itachi go to the Sacred Abyss Continent?"

At that moment, he wanted to slap himself. He had desperately sought to recruit Chu Yang; even if he failed, he had intended to at least maintain goodwill and never offend him.

Even if Chu Yang’s journey to the Sacred Abyss Continent meant nine deaths and one chance of survival, if he returned alive, he would surely ascend to the pinnacle.

He believed he had left a good impression and cultivated goodwill—but those words he had just spoken would surely undo all the progress he had made.

To tell someone to their face that they were about to die—would anyone tolerate that? Chu Yang, however, let a faint smile flicker in his eyes, and did not grow angry.

After all, on the surface, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor spoke the truth. Though the Grand World Palace had gone out of its way to court him, in reality, they had little faith in his Sacred Abyss journey.

In short, the Grand World Palace was making a high-stakes gamble: pouring vast resources into betting that Chu Yang would return alive.

If they lost, they merely lost some resources.

But if they won, the Grand World would gain another pillar of strength!

Moreover, Chu Yang had full confidence in this journey, so he paid no mind to the Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s words, nor did he take them as a curse.

Yet, putting himself in the other’s shoes, he understood perfectly: the Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s current situation could only be described as social death. "I heard news of an old acquaintance, so I came to the Western Heaven Continent for a visit. I planned to call on Itachi afterward, but never expected to meet Itachi here."

Chu Yang still wore his usual smiling expression, yet it made the Western Heaven Battle Emperor feel as if sitting on needles.

He was not afraid of Chu Yang now—he was terrified of Chu Yang returning alive from the Sacred Abyss.

When that day came, he would have offended a being who might one day rival the ancient Immortal Emperors!

Thinking of this, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor gritted his teeth. "I thought Young Master Yao Feng was just bluffing with a tiger’s skin. I never imagined he was truly an old acquaintance of Brother Chu..."

"If so, I shall immediately draw forth the legacy and present it to Young Master!"

"To see the younger generation rise and strengthen the Grand World—I am more than willing to help, and Young Master Yao Feng owes me nothing!"

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor no longer referred to himself as "this Emperor," lowering his posture to the absolute minimum.

Recalling how Chu Yang had displayed divine and mysterious techniques on the battlefield, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor could not help but feel wary.

He knew clearly: if he became Chu Yang’s enemy, he would likely be no match for him. So, whether or not Chu Yang returned alive from the Sacred Abyss, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor would never wish to make an enemy of him, nor would he risk a rift over a trivial matter at this critical juncture.

Chu Yang glanced at Yao Feng, who still stood frozen in shock, and smiled. "Why don’t Itachi thank Senior Battle Emperor?"

Yao Feng snapped back to reality and hurriedly bowed. "Thank Itachi, Senior!"

Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction. Seeing this, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor exhaled slightly in relief.

But then, Chu Yang suddenly shifted tone. "Senior, your great righteousness is truly a blessing to the Grand World."

"Since Itachi, like me, have high hopes for Young Master Yao Feng’s future, could Itachi offer him some guidance?"

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor smiled warmly. "Of course! If Young Master Yao Feng ever encounters trouble, he may come to the Western Heaven Battle Palace for aid!"

Chu Yang shook his head. "How could that be? To grow into a true powerhouse, one cannot remain sheltered in an ivory tower."

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s expression froze—he finally realized Chu Yang’s true intent: he was using this moment to extract a favor.

Still, he forced a smile. "Then, Brother Chu, what do Itachi suggest I do?"

Chu Yang narrowed his eyes. "I hear Senior Battle Emperor received the ancient Battle Emperor’s legacy. Such a legacy from an ancient powerhouse must surely spare the next generation countless detours..."

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s face darkened instantly.

The ancient Battle Emperor’s legacy was his greatest asset—if Chu Yang coveted it, he would never agree.

Just as the Western Heaven Battle Emperor prepared to break ties, Chu Yang added: "Could Senior perhaps teach Young Master Yao Feng the Battle Spirit Scripture?"

"Of course, I won’t take your things for free."

"If Itachi agree, Yao Feng will remain in the Western Heaven Battle Palace and serve Itachi for ten years!"

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor frowned deeply, falling silent.

If it were only the Battle Spirit Scripture, it wouldn’t be too much—after all, the Western Heaven Battle Palace already taught this technique to its disciples or those who made great contributions.

But giving it away freely would still sting—luckily, Chu Yang had offered a condition.

Let Yao Feng stay in the Western Heaven Battle Palace? Serve him for ten years?

Ten years meant little to a Heavenly Sovereign—it was but a blink. And Yao Feng’s current strength held negligible value to the Western Heaven Battle Palace.

Yet with Yao Feng as a bridge, today’s incident could be buried, and his relationship with Chu Yang could even deepen.

The only annoyance? For the next ten years, though Yao Feng would ostensibly serve him, in truth...

Chu Yang had plainly sent Yao Feng to spy and learn from him. After weighing the pros and cons, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor finally took a deep breath. "Brother Chu speaks wisely. To strengthen the Grand World—surely this is also the ancient Battle Emperor’s wish."

He turned to Yao Feng, smiling. "Yao Feng, would Itachi like to stay and become my provisional disciple?"

Chu Yang raised an eyebrow. The Western Heaven Battle Emperor was no fool—he had accepted Chu Yang’s terms but added his own condition.

Make Yao Feng his provisional disciple?

It seemed the Western Heaven Battle Emperor gained the upper hand—and tied himself to Chu Yang.

But the problem was...

Yao Feng’s sovereign was Chu Yang’s disciple. The Western Heaven Battle Emperor now claimed him as a disciple...

It clearly made the Western Heaven Battle Emperor one generation lower than Chu Yang!

Yao Feng glanced at Chu Yang. Seeing the latter smile without speaking, he made no further hesitation and bowed deeply. "Disciple Yao Feng, bows to Master!"

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor laughed heartily—but halfway through, his laughter abruptly stopped.

He had now fully calmed down and suddenly grasped the crucial point.

This doesn’t add up!

How did I end up circling myself into this? Now I’m on equal footing with Yao Feng’s sovereign—and yet I’m one generation beneath Chu Yang! For a moment, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor felt deeply vexed. He tore open a spatial rift, his face dark. "The Western Heaven Battle Palace is burdened with affairs. If there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave!"

"Brother Chu, if Itachi ever have time, do come to Western Heaven Battle City—we’ll drink together!"

But as he stepped toward the rift, Chu Yang suddenly smiled. "Senior, Itachi seem to have forgotten something."

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor halted, turned, frowning—he felt Chu Yang was pushing too far.

Yet when he noticed the valley trembling violently, he suddenly remembered—he had promised to help Yao Feng draw forth the legacy.

Thus, the Western Heaven Battle Emperor could only scowl as he summoned the ancient Battle Emperor’s divine form, channeling his battle intent to summon the legacy.

Once the legacy emerged, he decided to be a good sport and waved his hand to seal off the valley from the outside world.

Now composed, he no longer rushed to leave. He turned to Chu Yang. "Brother Chu, when do Itachi plan to depart?"

"Now!" Chu Yang answered without hesitation.

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor blinked. "So soon? Won’t Itachi at least stop by my place?"

Chu Yang’s expression turned solemn. "My old friend’s fate is uncertain—I dare not delay."

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s lip twitched. What the hell kind of excuse is that?

If he were truly that urgent, why had he even come to the Western Heaven Continent? Chu Yang turned to Yao Feng. "Go receive your legacy. Don’t waste Senior Battle Emperor’s kindness!"

"For the next ten years, always strive to ease his burdens."

As he spoke, he also whispered a mental command: "From now on, Itachi are no longer part of the Great Xia. Until the ten years are up, Itachi must not reveal any connection to the Battle Qi Continent."

"And if Itachi ever dare use my name to boost your status again, I’ll send Itachi straight back to the Battle Qi Continent!"

Yao Feng bowed deeply, smiling apologetically. He knew he had taken advantage today—and it was understandable.

But he understood Chu Yang’s true intent: if he kept hiding behind Chu Yang’s name, he would never face true life-or-death trials—and how could he ever reach the pinnacle?

"Senior, I take my leave!"

"Next time I come, I’ll drink with Itachi until we’re both drunk!"

Chu Yang bowed to the Western Heaven Battle Emperor, then tore open a spatial rift and departed with Cheng Ya without hesitation.

The Western Heaven Battle Emperor stood still for a long while, gazing deeply at Yao Feng as he received the legacy, then sighed heavily and vanished into the sky.

In the next two days, news of Chu Yang’s appearance on the Western Heaven Continent spread rapidly, and powerful factions across the land took notice of a new name...

Yao Feng!

A rising talent from the same lower realm as Chu Yang, now a disciple of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor.

But due to the Western Heaven Battle Emperor’s deliberate secrecy, the identity of Yao Feng’s sovereign remained unknown.

Soon enough, Yao Feng’s name would fade from memory—after all, without Chu Yang, no one would care about him.

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Sacred Abyss Continent, Sacred Abyss Entrance.

Chu Yang stopped, turned to Cheng Ya, and smiled. "Itachi’ve seen me off a thousand li—now it’s time to part. If Itachi keep escorting me, and something happens to me beyond the realms, how will I explain it to the Crimson Cloud Elders?"

Cheng Ya smiled faintly, then said with concern: "May Elder Chu find your old friend and return unharmed!"

"I’ll wait for Itachi here on the Sacred Abyss Continent!"

Chu Yang’s gaze sharpened—he clearly saw her feelings for him. He shook his head with a wry laugh. "Why must Itachi be like this?"

Cheng Ya did not pursue the topic. Instead, she bowed gracefully. "I have not yet thanked Elder Chu for the pills Itachi gave me. Without them, my grandfather’s injuries would have taken years to heal."

Chu Yang turned away and flew swiftly toward the Sacred Abyss Entrance, waving his hand. "A small favor."

Watching his figure vanish into the entrance, Cheng Ya sighed softly.

Walking beside a man like him made it hard not to fall for him—but she knew well: to Chu Yang, she was merely an insignificant passerby.

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The Sacred Abyss—compared to the Sen Luo Realm, its spatial structure was wildly unstable.

Yet the Sacred Abyss was far larger than the Sen Luo Realm, for it had once been one of the primary battlegrounds between the Grand World and the Outworld Demons in ancient times.

It was precisely because of the great war in ancient times that the internal space of the Sacred Abyss became chaotic.

Chu Yang had little interest in the Sacred Abyss; his main goal was to use its spatial currents to find a way into the heart of the Outer Realm.

After all, if one rashly entered the Outer Realm, not only would reaching its heart require traversing vast distances, but the dangers along the way alone were no joke.

There were no shortage of Heavenly Demon Emperors among the Outer Realm’s demonic clans; if he were unlucky enough to encounter even one, Chu Yang now had no confidence he could escape unscathed.

Even if he didn’t die, suffering severe injuries in the Outer Realm would leave him stranded.

Spatial turbulence in the Sacred Abyss was nearly everywhere; Chu Yang simply chose a chaotic region and stepped into it.

He carefully sensed the power of space while using Pan Gu to analyze the spatial structure of the Grand World.

Relying directly on the spatial currents like a free ride was pure luck—no one knew where one might be transported. Beforehand, Chu Yang had to gain some understanding of the Grand World’s spatial power and have Pan Gu conduct a comprehensive analysis of its spatial structure.

This way, he could reach the heart of the Outer Realm more easily and also avoid many troubles while traveling through the Grand World.

Take, for example, his journey away from the Demon-Sealing Continent: whether heading to the Western Heaven Continent or arriving at the Sacred Abyss Continent, he had to rely on long-distance spatial teleportation arrays.

These devices were truly inconvenient, since not every continent had a spatial teleportation array, and they easily exposed his whereabouts.

Chu Yang preferred to control everything himself! As he cultivated spatial power, he also pondered matters concerning Sun Wukong.

His urgency to find Sun Wukong stemmed from uncertainty: had Sun Wukong truly fallen to darkness? If not, why had he remained in the Outer Realm, even “establishing himself as king”? If he had fallen, why had he repeatedly rejected overtures from the Outer Realm’s demonic clans?

A corrupted Sun Wukong would be a ticking time bomb, his potential rivaling even that of the Heavenly Evil God.

Therefore, if Sun Wukong had truly fallen, Chu Yang would eliminate him and then reconstruct him via data backup.

If Sun Wukong had not fallen, he would bring him back—Chu Yang simply lacked capable allies at his side.

Both the Great Xia Empire and the Yunlan Sect had just begun their rise and needed time to grow; during this period, Chu Yang couldn’t handle every matter himself.

Of course, beyond Sun Wukong, Chu Yang’s journey into the Outer Realm was also aimed at enhancing the Sacred Heart Devil Refining Scripture!