Becoming an Immortal and Ancestor, Starting from the Clan-protecting Divine Beast

A massive staff, entirely black, covered in cloud patterns, and condensed from demon power, appeared in his hand. The Grade 2 Medium Grade battle armor, Thick Origin Ten Directions Armor, covered his body.

At this moment, Yuan Feng’s aura was overwhelming, like the Great Sage Sun of a previous life. Holding the black-patterned long staff and clad in earthen yellow battle armor, he brought the staff down directly onto the bloody mountain and the Buddha statue.

Boom!

The cloud-patterned black staff tilted like a pillar supporting the sky, carrying millions of jun of Divine Power. It smashed down fiercely, exploding the spiritual mountain and the Buddha statue, sending Blood Without Pigeon and the Eight-Armed Heavenly King flying out together.

“What kind of Spell is this?!”

Blood Without Pigeon bled from his nose and mouth. The Blood Qi around him roared, transforming into a streak of bloody light that merged into the center of the Eight-Armed Heavenly King’s brow. It was as if he had taken control of a Puppet, instantly stabilizing the Eight-Armed Heavenly King, which was about to collapse.

Yuan Feng remained silent. The cloud-patterned black staff in his hand was wrapped in thick black fiendish energy. He executed Leaping Mountains and Striding Peaks, soaring up, gripping the staff with both hands, and cleaving down with immense force.

It could be described as the Golden Monkey raising the thousand-jun staff, clarifying the jade cosmos of ten thousand miles.

The eight-armed figure was thrown flying. Bloody light dispersed, and half of its body dissipated into bloody light. After all, it was condensed from magical power and couldn’t withstand many strikes.

Yuan Feng held the black staff condensed by the Myriad Transformation Sacred Art, smashing it down repeatedly, like carrying a black pillar supporting the heavens—its might was glorious and unstoppable.

The Eight-Armed Heavenly King was blasted apart, but the next moment, bloody light flashed, and it was restored to its original state.

Blood Without Pigeon bled from all seven orifices, looking deranged. A string of blood beads appeared around his neck, twelve in total. Inside them, a vast blood river flowed, seemingly formed by the concentrated flesh and blood essence of countless living beings.

“Come on! Let’s see who can outlast who!”

Hearing this, Yuan Feng struck down with a blow, smashing Blood Without Pigeon into the ancient ruin beneath the Lin Family mansion, creating a massive pit.

The man and the ape began fighting in this underground space. As the cloud-patterned black staff smashed down, black stars the size of houses circled around, condensed by Yuan Feng using the Myriad Transformation Sacred Art to boost its power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Blood Without Pigeon was beaten until his tendons snapped and bones fractured, with bloody bone fragments flying everywhere, again and again, but he quickly recovered.

Until the twelfth time, he hurriedly spoke up: “Stop, stop, stop! Stop fighting!”

Yuan Feng did not reply. He pushed the Myriad Transformation Sacred Art to its limit, carrying an aura of invincibility that seemed capable of shattering the Void Realm and achieving immortality.

Rumble!

The entire ancient ruin seemed to tremble. A large pit about a thousand zhang wide appeared, with cracks spreading in all directions, looking hideous and terrifying.

Blood Without Pigeon’s figure vanished, leaving only a puddle of bloody, bone-mixed flesh paste, with a hard Storage Ring mixed into it.

“Hoo hoo hoo!”

Yuan Feng took several heavy breaths. If it had been any other Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator, he probably would have beaten them to death long ago; it wouldn’t have been this troublesome.

Collecting Blood Without Pigeon’s Storage Ring, Yuan Feng did not involve himself in the battle of Gu Yannian and the others, but instead began regulating his breath in the underground space.

He vaguely felt that Blood Without Pigeon and Blood Without Method were just pawns pushed out, and the true mastermind had yet to appear.

As for the Lin Family Old Ancestor, he had never shown himself, and Yuan Feng didn’t know what the situation was.

Furthermore, he couldn’t sense Chen Zhuyun’s aura in this underground ruin. This kid didn’t know where he had run off to.

The clan protecting system also hadn’t popped up a death notification for Chen Zhuyun, indicating that Chen Zhuyun was fine, but he didn’t know where he was.