Chapter 925: I Fish in the Yunlun Mountains, Bestowing Joy Upon You All

In the city of Si Futu, at the crossroads.

Ba Zun An’s voice transmitted across the five domains. Even with the rules restricting the city of Si Futu, the Sheng Di’s power had broken through the prohibitions, carrying the sound to the ears of various villains on this blood-soaked land.

The long street at the crossroads, thick with the stench of blood, echoed with the wild cheers of countless people.

These outlaws had been driven to this lawless place out of desperation, and they were more than happy to see the continent in turmoil, with storms of blood and violence sweeping through the five domains.

If this could make Ai Cang Sheng lose interest in the city of Si Futu and stop paying attention, they might even have a chance to break free from this place's constraints and return to Sheng Shen Continent. What a cause for celebration!

East Street.

In the black underground arena, the villains were fighting fiercely.

Outside the corridor, a slender woman hurried by.

She wore light makeup, her features exquisitely refined, her eyes shimmering like water. She was clad only in a sheer bodice that barely covered her, leaving her shoulders bare and hinting at glimpses of her figure.

Wherever she passed, a trail of fragrance lingered, and every smile or frown carried the unique charm of a mature woman.

In this arena dominated by masculine energy, such a stunning beauty passing by drew stares from all around.

“Xiang Yi?”

“Why is she here? She rarely comes to the East Street arena, right? Something must have happened for her to show up. Probably… she’s here for Shen Yi gege!”

“I heard that voice from the eighth Jian Xian just reached us from outside. It’s amazing how it got into the crossroads. I heard people on Sheng Shen Continent are imitating the eighth Jian Xian, but this time, it sounds way too real!”

The arena buzzed with speculation.

As this breathtaking beauty walked by, the fighters inside lost all interest in their brawls and crowded around to watch.

Some even whistled, their eyes filled with lust.

“Are you crazy?”

As soon as the whistle sounded, someone quickly clamped a hand over the whistler’s mouth in shock. “That’s Shen Yi gege’s woman! That’s Xiang Yi! Do you have a death wish?”

“Shen Yi, Xiang Yi… Who are they?” a newcomer to the crossroads, who had just joined the East Street arena, asked in confusion.

“‘Killing through the Red Dust at Ghost Pass’—ever heard of that? Or ‘Ghost Gate Pass, God Called God’? These two aren’t just the bosses of East Street and his woman—they’re the ‘male lead’ and ‘female lead’ in those legendary tales!”

The newcomer gasped, sucking in a breath. “Wait, the two from the Ten Zun Seats? The one who snatched his beloved back from Ghost Gate Pass and defied the god of death?”

“Hmph, you got it!”

“I was wrong, I was wrong…”

Xiang Yi, the enchanting woman, didn’t bother with the crowd of rough men in the arena.

Normally, she might have stopped and used her deadly fragrance to teach these gossipy fools a lesson.

But right now, the timing was too critical.

She walked through the corridor and reached the innermost room of the East Street arena, pushing the door open without knocking.

“Who’s there!” A deep, angry voice boomed from the dim room, like rumbling thunder.

“Me.” Xiang Yi raised her sleeve, and a puff of pink fragrance wafted out.

In an instant, the room lit up.

Among the various bodybuilding equipment, a muscular, bare-chested bald man inhaled deeply, set down his gear, and turned back in surprise. “Xiang Er?”

Xiang Yi smiled charmingly, her graceful figure slipping into his arms.

Her slender fingers glided over his chest, tracing his defined abs, flicking away beads of sweat, and caressing the scent that belonged only to her. She teased, “What? Am I not allowed in your room anymore?”

The burly man, Shen Yi, had a stern, chiseled face, as if carved by an axe, but in that moment, it softened like spring water, his eyes full of tenderness as he gazed at the woman in his arms. “I was just worried about outsiders barging in… You’re different; there are no restrictions for you.”

“What outsider would dare burst into your room like that? You’re the lord of East Street, the ‘Ghost Gate Pass, God Called God’ Shen Yi gege.” Xiang Yi said with a playful lilt, rolling her eyes flirtatiously.

Shen Yi chuckled. “This is all for you…”

“Let’s not talk about that.”

After a brief exchange, Xiang Yi got straight to the point, her face serious. “That voice from your brother…” She glanced up slightly.

Xiang Yi was already tall, but Shen Yi, towering over two meters and a head and a half taller than her, nodded gently. “Yeah, I heard it too.”

Xiang Yi asked with concern, “Is he making a move? Do we need to coordinate and act? But you two haven’t been in contact for so many years… Do you think this voice could be fake? After all, we’re in the crossroads and have no idea what’s happening outside…”

Shen Yi scratched his head and replied, “I wouldn’t mistake my brother’s voice. He’s signaling me that I might need to act sooner.”

“You big dummy!” Xiang Yi chided lightly, hiding her unease as she whispered, “You haven’t seen each other in years… Actually… what if—if we could just stay here… Look, the dangers from outside can’t get in, and we’re not going out on our own. Wouldn’t that be a great choice?”

Shen Yi smiled faintly, gently stroking her hair, and shook his head. “It’s not possible. Ai Cang Sheng has been watching me. He won’t let me grow stronger. As soon as I show signs of Feng Sheng, he’ll come personally to eliminate the threat.”

In the crossroads, they could speak freely about such names, since Ban Sheng couldn’t enter this space without a heavy price.

And any Ban Sheng who paid that price and entered would face even more terrifying suppression from the rules, reducing their strength to that of an ordinary Tai Xu.

Thus, Ban Sheng rarely descended upon Si Futu zhi Cheng’s crossroads.

Xiang Yi fell silent for a long time before looking up and advising, “You don’t have to Feng Sheng! We’ve made it through all these years, haven’t we?”

Shen Yi laughed it off. “You know I’ve been suppressing it for over twenty years. Now, even the rules of the crossroads can barely hold me back anymore… I’m a genius, after all. Even if I wanted to live an ordinary life, it’s not in the cards. I’ll have to return to Sheng Shen Continent eventually.”

Xiang Yi pouted, then her lips curved down in worry. “But it’s so dangerous out there…”

“Yes, it is. But for you, I wasn’t afraid of the god of death. So why fear a mere Ai Cang Sheng? Or Bei Huai? Or the five great Sheng Di families?” Shen Yi held her, turning to lay her on the bed, gesturing to his sweat-covered body with a raised brow. “I’ll go wash up first. Be right back.”

Xiang Yi clutched her skirt tightly, her hands gripping the bedsheets, watching his back with a mix of bravado and nervousness. “I—I came to talk business!”

“This is business.” Shen Yi stepped into the bathroom and casually shut the door, his voice coming through from the other side: “I’ve already figured out the guidance of the resentment. I have clues to the mysterious entrance of Dao Fo Ta. The key place to suppress my Shen Xing power might not take long to access.”

“Once I’m in there, I can Feng Sheng without Ai Cang Sheng noticing.”

“After I Feng Sheng, I’ll take you out of the crossroads. No one in this world can stop us then—not even the Sheng Di. That’s what I say.”

Dao Fo Ta, You Yuan Fo Tuo… Xiang Yi didn’t pay attention to the rest of her man’s bold claims; her thoughts wandered on their own.

What Shen Yi had said earlier was the real reason they had come to the crossroads: to find Dao Fo Ta, a place where he could Feng Sheng without being detected by Sheng Shen Continent’s rules.

But after decades, they still had no success.

To outsiders, the crossroads was a slaughterhouse.

For them, after so many years, they had adapted, and it had become like a secluded paradise.

Xiang Yi thought, if they could just stay here, away from the world’s conflicts, and live out their lives, what a wonderful thing that would be.

“Unfortunately…”

Xiang Yi sighed softly. She knew it wasn’t possible.

Though she was still some distance from Feng Sheng, Shen Yi was among the first wave of powerhouses from the previous generation.

With his talent, if not for risking everything in the Ten Zun Seats to save her life, he could have stood shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Kui Lei Han, Ba Zun An, Dao Qiong Cang, and Bei Huai.

In fact, for her sake, at the end of the Ten Zun Seats, he had single-handedly seized another Zun Seat, just to bind his name with hers forever.

“This big dummy…”

Xiang Yi murmured, gently chiding, though her face was full of happiness.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the man poked his upper body out, scratching his head with a grin. “Sorry, force of habit shutting the door. You got some of my sweat on you earlier, so…”

His eyes roamed up and down as he raised his brow. “Want to join me?”

Ba Zun An’s voice transmitting across the five domains shook the world.

It stirred not only Can Yue Xian Cheng, Zang Jian Zong, and Si Futu zhi Cheng’s crossroads, but also places like Nan Yu’s Ban Yue Ju, Xi Yu’s Da Mo Ling, and Bei Yu’s Qi Duan Jin’s Hua Xiang Gu Li—all reacted at the same time.

Though the reactions were subtle, hidden from most eyes unless you were part of their secret organizations.

In Zhong Yu’s Si Ling Shan, where the Sheng Gong was located, there was also unrest.

Because the storm’s center, as mentioned in Ba Zun An’s words, was one of the trial grounds Sheng Gong was closely monitoring—Dong Tian Wang Cheng!

The Wang Cheng trials were crucial for the upcoming Sheng Gong trials and even for Sheng Gong’s future.

Normally, Sheng Gong wouldn’t respond to any disturbances on Sheng Shen Continent, as that was Sheng Shen Dian Tang’s job.

Sheng Gong always maintained a transcendent position, with their sole goal being to nurture Sheng Ren.

But this was different.

The events at Yun Lun Mountains threatened Sheng Gong’s future. Things like “Feng Sheng Dao Ji” weren’t important—they might even be false leads planted by the “false Ba Zun An.”

Sheng Gong only knew they had to send more forces to Yun Lun Mountains in Dong Tian Jie to protect their future talents.

If, along the way, they accidentally got caught in the storm’s center or even stumbled upon that “Feng Sheng Dao Ji,” it would just be an unforeseen bonus.

Sheng Gong didn’t deal in accidents.

Gui Zhe Sheng Shan.

Dao Qiong Cang, seated at Sheng Shen Dian Tang’s headquarters, received urgent reports from various branches across the five domains in a short time.

Thousands upon thousands!

The dark forces hidden beneath the iceberg had sprung up like mushrooms after rain following the “voice transmitting across the five domains.”

The overt forces were even less discreet, using the flimsiest excuses to rush toward the storm’s center in Dong Tian Wang Cheng.

—Everything was in chaos!

Dao Qiong Cang knew his Sheng Nian avatar hadn’t stopped Long Zhu’s final disaster at Yun Lun Mountains, and it might bring “catastrophe” his way.

But he hadn’t realized this “catastrophe” would be so overwhelming!

“Ba Zun An, oh Ba Zun An…”

He dismissed his attendants, letting them handle the headache-inducing reports, and gazed out from Sheng Shan, his eyes full of admiration.

“I thought suppressing news of your emergence from Bai Ku would prevent major upheaval on the continent.”

“Little did I know, your counterattack would hit me with such a direct blow.”

Dao Qiong Cang held a Si Nan in his left hand and extended his right, as if touching the web of rules in the vast heavens.

He felt no discouragement. Even something as world-shaking as this barely rippled his calm demeanor.

After staring at the sea of clouds on Sheng Shan for a long time, Dao Qiong Cang’s lips curved up slightly as he murmured to himself:

“Interesting.”

“This game is getting bigger and bigger, more and more interesting.”

In Dong Tian Jie, near Yun Lun Mountains.

The Ba Zun An who had driven countless Ling Shi mad with his words had already left Kong Dao, supported by the storyteller, and was dodging through space rifts.

“Brother, have you lost your mind?”

“Why waste so much energy shouting that yourself? Couldn’t the Black Mai zhi Zhu have done it? What if you harm your health?”

The storyteller supported the soft, boneless Ba Zun An, feeling that with just a push…

Actually, he didn’t even need to push.

If he simply let go and let the space storms rage, the Sheng Nu primary seat would perish before his eyes, and the eighth Jian Xian would be buried in an unknown place.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Ba Zun An coughed violently, wiped the blood from his lips, and said, “Who in the world knows the Black Dragon? But who doesn’t know Ba Zun An?”

“If I didn’t use my own name, do you think people would be fools and get lured by some unknown voice?”

Ba Zun An sneered.

The storyteller parted his lips but couldn’t muster a rebuttal.

True enough.

In today’s Sheng Shen Continent’s five domains, was there any news more explosive than the eighth Jian Xian’s revival?

After Ba Zun An’s words, the five domains and four seas would quake.

His influence far outstripped that of the Mo Di Black Dragon, whose name would be forgotten in an instant.

Thinking of Mo Di Black Dragon, the storyteller grew worried. “Though our plan at Kong Dao was nearly perfect, why make the Mo Di… I mean, the Black Mai zhi Zhu, handle that task? He’s untrustworthy. Aren’t you afraid of accidents?”

“No accidents.” Ba Zun An cleared his throat, spitting blood as he spoke. The space storms were brutal, and he was relying entirely on the storyteller to navigate the rifts.

The storyteller grimaced. “We could have used White Mai’s three ancestors, like Jin Zhao… That old ancestor still has a Jin Zhao lineage on Sheng Shen Continent, passed down to Xu Xiao Shou. He’s one of our own. Why not use him?”

“It’s precisely because he’s one of our own that we can’t use him first. Bringing out a Yi Han would cost too much.” Ba Zun An explained—this was something not even in the operation plan, but now that it was over, the storyteller could ask.

Sheng Di Yi Han… Thinking of Mo Di Black Dragon’s power, the storyteller worried, “Brother, is there any chance his Yi Han came out but wasn’t completely erased?”

Ba Zun An scoffed, “That showy Dao Shi isn’t a fool. He’s more afraid of Sheng Di Yi Han power than I am. I just needed to send that Black Dragon out, and he’d risk everything to summon the Sheng Di force and wipe out the threat for me. It’s a straightforward scheme; he had no choice.”

The storyteller was speechless, realizing this high-level mind game was beyond him.

What kind of mindset allowed someone to trust their opponent to eliminate someone who seemed more like an ally than a foe?

After a long silence, the storyteller decided he wasn’t cut out for this kind of thinking.

In his view, the operation plan had too many points relying on the opponent’s cooperation, and they were all critical.

Facing someone as unfathomable as Dao Qiong Cang, how could his brother dare play like this?

Yet, that “voice transmitting across the five domains” had reached even the storyteller’s external avatar, and he knew the plan had succeeded completely.

“I’ve lost touch with this world…” the storyteller sighed quietly.

Before entering Kong Dao, he had doubted whether Sheng Nu’s nine seats could stir the tides of the era.

Now, not a shred of doubt remained.

“Brother, you’re amazing!” he praised, eyes sparkling.

“It’s just taking advantage of the first move.” Ba Zun An waved weakly. “Once we’re out, it’ll be our turn to face Sheng Shen Dian Tang’s grand setup.”

“What setup?” the storyteller asked.

“Do you think I’m a god who can see the future?” Ba Zun An snorted.

The space rift finally ended.

Light appeared, and the storyteller helped Ba Zun An step out, back onto Sheng Shen Continent’s soil.

He looked up.

Yun Lun Mountains, Dong Tian Wang Cheng, Kong Dao—all were in the distance!

“The last piece?” The storyteller glanced at Ba Zun An.

In his “voice transmitting across the five domains,” Ba Zun An had promised the world the Mo Jian Wan Bing Mo Zhu, the Feng Sheng root source Sheng Yuan Jing Shi, and endless treasures.

But so far, only the Mo Jian had been delivered.

Long Zhu’s power had dissipated at the end, and Rao Yao Yao’s Red Army was lurking outside Kong Dao’s rifts.

If more treasures spewed from the rifts, they’d just fall into enemy hands.

With the plan complete, how could Ba Zun An keep funding Sheng Shen Dian Tang out of his own pocket?

He stood on this unnoticed patch of earth, gazing at the distant Kong Dao rifts for a long time, as if seeing through the vast space the tense crowd at the rifts.

“What are you looking at? I’m right here…”

Ba Zun An chuckled lightly, shook his head, pointed his fingers, tapped the space, and turned to leave.

Crack!

A faint crack spread through the space.

Then, like a butterfly effect, the crack expanded in an instant, engulfing the entire void.

Crack, crack, crack…

Over Yun Lun Mountains, Dong Tian Wang Cheng, and the surrounding ten thousand li, the sky shattered like a mirror, darkness flickering with specks of light, as if thousands of demonic eyes were opening in the heavens!

Under the horrified gazes of countless Ling Shi, accompanied by endless whooshing sounds, treasures infused with Sheng Di power rained down like meteors.

The Red Army’s seventy-two segments of Long Yuan array shattered in an instant.

The treasure meteors smashed toward the Ling Shi, who swarmed like pilgrims.

In that moment, the land boiled over!

“Damn, there really are treasures! Ba Zun An didn’t lie to us—he’s giving them away for free!”

“Grab them quick! This is the chance for Feng Sheng—this is the era of the saints!”

“First come, first served!”

“Kill!!!”

Rao Yao Yao watched this disaster—no, this man-made catastrophe—her hand trembling as she held the Xuan Cang Shen Jian, completely powerless to stop it.

The Ban Sheng power was one thing, but this wave of treasures was larger than the previous two combined and carried Sheng Di force. What could she do to stop it?

Dao Qiong Cang had left—what could she do?

Her vision blurred, Rao Yao Yao tried desperately to trace the crack’s origin.

After a while, she followed the trail and found it.

But from afar, the spot was empty, with no sign anyone had been there—not even a footprint.

At the same time, a ethereal song echoed in the ears of all the treasure-seekers.

Everyone paused their grabbing for a moment, tilting their heads to listen, for it sounded like a divine whisper, full of allure.

Rao Yao Yao frowned, listening as well. She couldn’t fathom Ba Zun An’s intentions anymore and feared it was another of his schemes.

But this time, what reached everyone wasn’t a lethal sound, but a mocking, singsong voice, as if ridiculing all beings.

“I passed through Bai Ku, chatting with darkness…”

“I visited Kong Dao, making deals with the Sheng Di…”

“I fished at Yun Lun Mountains, granting you all joy…”

He paused, then the voice grew more rhythmic, ethereal, and carefree.

“I came from the west, drifting east with the flow.”

“In daylight, I watch the common folk; at night, I share a bed with ghosts.”

“Mayflies guess my thoughts; cool winds snuff the candle wax.”

“Drunk on the waters of the human world, sober, I dance with immortals.”