Chapter 1529 The Return of the Supreme

A long time later, a monk who could fly came to explore

the peak where Yi Feng was. He looked at the stone sculpture of Yi Feng with great curiosity. His cultivation was not high, but he was already the strongest in this world. But he could only fly to the middle of the mountain and could only see the stone statue kneeling above from a distance. The moment the monk saw Yi Feng from a distance, he was extremely shocked. He was already the strongest in the world, but there was a figure on the top of this peak. This completely overturned his cognition. In his opinion, the person on the top of the peak must be a god in the world. So, the monk spread the news. Later generations called this peak the Holy Mountain. And the figure on the Holy Mountain was called the Saint. The holy mountain and the saints have become an obsession for the cultivators in this world. They all want to climb this highest peak, look down on all the other mountains, and become a living saint. As the endless years passed. One day. Finally. A cultivator came to the top of the mountain. This man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a white beard and beard, and was honored as the Source Venerable. The moment the Source Venerable saw the human-shaped stone statue, he felt extremely satisfied. Before that, countless years had passed, and only he had successfully climbed to the top and truly reached the peak of the world. For him, he is now a living saint. But he also felt panic in his heart. You know, this statue has been standing here countless years ago. This shows that this statue had already reached his current realm countless years ago. Venerable Yuanliu looked up at the stone statue of Yi Feng, bowed respectfully and said: "Saint, now I can be equal to you. I wonder if the saint still has his mind left, can you pass on some of the inheritance?" But Yi Feng did not answer him, but just sat quietly. Venerable Yuanliu did not get discouraged, but sat down quietly beside Yi Feng. He felt that this was the place closest to the Heavenly Dao, and that practicing beside the stone statue would definitely be twice as effective with half the effort. I don't know if it was a change in his state of mind, or if he was really affected by the spiritual aura around Yi Feng. Venerable Yuanliu's practice made great progress every day, and he soon broke through his own shackles and achieved a higher realm. On this day. Venerable Yuanliu returned to his sect. He told the news to the younger generation of the sect whom he respected. He was not arrogant, nor did he dare to call himself a living saint, but regarded himself as a disciple of a saint. As time went by, this world had developed to be no different from the planet where Yi Feng lived. More and more cultivators learned about the cultivation method of the Venerable Yuanliu. More and more powerful people came to the statue of Yi Feng, and they all regarded themselves as disciples. Until a madman came here and defeated all the people beside Yi Feng. He stood proudly in the air, looking down at the stone statue of Yi Feng. The cultivators who were defeated by him could only watch from afar. "As long as I smash this stone statue, I will be a real saint! You will witness me becoming a saint and an ancestor!" The mad cultivator said, and hit the statue of Yi Feng with a palm. But in the next moment. Suddenly, a faint aura of Taoism circulated around the stone statue of Yi Feng. This palm slapped on the aura of Taoism, and the crazy cultivator suffered a backlash, and died directly, his Taoism disappeared, and his soul was completely destroyed. All the cultivators present gasped. But then, an even more shocking scene happened. The stone statue's eyes slowly opened, and a golden light flashed from Yi Feng's eyes. Then, the stone statue mysteriously disappeared on the holy peak. This scene set off a shocking wave in the hearts of the cultivators. Afterwards. All the cultivators called the stone statue a celestial being. In their view, that celestial being was the common master of this world. Some people in later generations called Yi Feng the Creator, the Emperor of Heaven, the Taoist Master, etc. And Yi Feng also revived from these ancient years. In the formation arranged by the Lord of the Desolate Palace. Yi Feng slowly opened his eyes and showed a calm and composed smile. "So that's how it is. Finally, it succeeded!" The power of the law around Yi Feng slowly gathered into his body and merged with his flesh. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world. The next moment. He slowly stood up. He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the formation world instantly shattered into pieces and shattered into powder. Yi Feng took a step forward and arrived at the Desolate Palace. The air around him was first twisted wildly, and then everything returned to peace and tranquility. Thousands of years have passed in the formation, and long years have also passed outside the formation. The Lord of the Desolate Palace felt the fluctuations of the formation and immediately came to the formation. When he saw Yi Feng break out of the formation, he trembled violently. Like a candle in the wind, he was shocked by Yi Feng. His strange voice became distorted, and his tone revealed his strength but weakness. "Impossible, you have spent ten thousand years in the formation, how is it possible that you haven't been exhausted to death?!" Yi Feng looked at the black shadow calmly, his face calm.

The shadow roared, "How did you get out? Where are your three brothers?!"

"Hahaha, they are dead after all. I thought you brothers could be so united, but in the end you still have to kill each other for life!"

"For a person like you who looks so righteous, I will send you to reunite with your brothers!"

Yi Feng said lightly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we brothers are all fine."

The shadow was unbelievable when he heard it.

He sneered, and the Yin Fire Ring behind him ignited, ready to strike the strongest blow to Yi Feng.

But Yi Feng just flicked his sleeves lightly.

An incomparably powerful energy ripple appeared out of thin air and shook.

"Boom!"

The energy ripples were like a raging torrent, sweeping hundreds of thousands of miles with the Desolate Palace as the center.

In an instant, it destroyed everything and the mountains and rivers collapsed.

The black shadow widened his eyes and trembled with fear.

But in the blink of an eye, he turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

He didn't even have time to roar.

Yi Feng had a blank expression on his face.

The Lord of the Desolate Palace in front of him was not the real Lord of the Desolate Palace at all.

He was just an illusion.

The real Lord of the Desolate Palace had been killed by Yi Feng a long, long time ago.

That was a long, long time ago.

The next moment.

Yi Feng took a step forward.

The ground was swept by his feet at a very fast speed, as if the space was compressed.

With just a seemingly ordinary step, Yi Feng crossed the infinite distance and appeared on the cliff.

He appeared next to the white floating stone statue.

Below the cliff, there are still green mountains and clear waters.

The sounds of insects and birds are rising and falling, and the river is still rushing, full of vitality.

The sun is hanging high in the sky, caressing the mountains and rivers, and caressing the frozen face of Bai Piao Piao.

Yi Feng gently raised his hand and stroked the face of the stone statue.

He smiled and said softly, "I will wait for you outside, wait for you to wake up and come back."

After that, Yi Feng took another step and disappeared between the world.

The outside world.

In the exquisite pavilion.

Yi Feng's real body slowly opened his eyes and woke up from the virtual game.

A bright light flashed in his eyes.

Unparalleled energy flowed into his limbs.

In an instant,

strange phenomena occurred in the heaven and earth.

Colorful clouds gathered in the vast sky, and it was a sign of natural good fortune.

Ten thousand spiritual powers gathered towards the location of Linglong Pavilion.

Yi Feng just moved his body, and countless laws collided with each other, making crackling sounds of thunder. The sound of thunder

could be heard hundreds of miles away.

The maids who served Yi Feng's body were all shocked, and then they fell into ecstasy.

Yi Feng had spent countless years in Linglong Pavilion.

During this period, these maids all tried their best to take care of Yi Feng's body.

These tasks were repetitive and monotonous, and everyone was looking forward to the day when Yi Feng woke up.

Finally,

this moment came.

Yi Feng stepped out slowly and walked out of the door of Linglong Pavilion.

As he walked, the air around him seemed to be shattered.

Time and space collapsed around him, and then reorganized.

The unparalleled momentum and strange fluctuations made him look like a banished immortal.

Outside Linglong Pavilion.

The beautiful eyes of Yun Yaoyao, the Nine-Sky Sword Princess, flashed with joy and excitement.

The manager sitting in the wheelchair was shocked and dropped the Huazi in his hand to the ground.

Countless people from Linglong Pavilion swarmed in.

In an instant, the front door of Linglong Pavilion was surrounded by a dense crowd of people, and it was impossible to get through.

Everyone's eyes were wild, and they all looked respectfully at the young man in front of them, kneeling and bowing to greet him.

Yi Feng only heard thunderous cheers coming from his ears.

"Congratulations to the Supreme!"

"Congratulations to the Supreme!"

...

Yi Feng looked up.

On the ground, in the sky, in the starry sky.

Densely packed figures were crawling on the ground like locusts.

Some of them cried with joy, some fainted with excitement, and kept shouting.

The cheers were like a wave, sweeping thousands of miles away, startling all kinds of birds and beasts.