Chapter 108: Destruction or Hope (Second Update)

Xiao Chong felt truly uneasy in his heart. The first time he met Ye Feng, the latter was only at the innate level. Although he had defeated him, no matter how you looked at it, Xiao Chong still held the advantage in cultivation... But today, this guy had defeated Suo Wu, a Spirit Emperor-level cultivator, with the strength of a mid-level Spirit King. And right there in public, he made successive breakthroughs, instantly ascending to the Spirit Emperor realm.

Xiao Chong was almost ashamed to death. Though older than Ye Feng, Ye Feng was always holding a beautiful woman, kissing and caressing her. He had started with higher cultivation than Ye Feng, but this guy had rocketed upward like a rocket, leaving him far behind.

“Let’s go back!” Ye Tianya came over, his face unreadable in emotion.

Tightening his robe, Ye Feng stood still, looking at Qing Wu. “Perhaps in the future, some things will happen. You must believe me—no one in this world can harm you.”

After returning to the Ye Mansion, Ye Tianya hurriedly left. He had to report Ye Feng’s situation to Lord Wu as soon as possible. The future of the Ye family had truly appeared, and this time it was certain!

Even Ye Tianya had never imagined that Ye Feng was connected to that ancient seed from the ages past.

Regarding the secret of the seed, he had only heard a few vague words and knew nothing about what those two words truly represented.

“Old monster, do you know something?” Ye Feng locked himself in a room, his spirit entering the domain of the Demon King as he quietly asked.

“I wasn’t qualified to know much about the ancient war back then. After all, I was just a small python, only at third or fourth rank in cultivation!” The Dragon-Jiao Demon King shook his head, cutting off the topic immediately.

“Tell me what you do know!”

“In ancient times, the Martial Soul Continent was actually more powerful and unified than it is now. There was no division between East and West Continents.” Looking at Ye Feng helplessly, the Dragon-Jiao Demon King explained:

Back then, cultivators and beasts lived together in primeval forests. There were no cities like today, only tribes.

There were no empires or royal families. If a threat to the continent appeared, a group called the Guardians would arrive immediately to quell it.

Ordinarily, the Guardians rarely appeared among mortals. Anyone whose cultivation surpassed the Carefree level would be taken away by the Guardians at once, disappearing without a trace afterward.

Nobody knew how long this situation lasted. For as long as the Demon King could remember, it had been so.

From the moment I had memory to when I cultivated to fifth rank beast, it took me 103 years. Only after I broke through to fifth rank did I finally learn where those above Carefree level had gone.

Do you know? In ancient times, the Seven Realms were connected, and our Martial Soul Realm was the weakest among them.

The Guardians always defended the passages between the Seven Realms, fighting the people of the other six realms to protect the Martial Soul Realm.

“Although I was just a small demon, I was an ambitious one. I admired great heroes and wanted to become a Guardian, stationed beyond the passages, fighting fiercely against invaders.” At this moment, the aged Dragon-Jiao Demon King suddenly spoke with the fervor of a passionate youth.

But on that day, the sky of the entire continent changed.

Endless darkness engulfed everything, thunder exploded ceaselessly above the nine heavens, and waves of heavenly pressure swept across the world like divine wrath.

Under that celestial might, even those at the Carefree level couldn’t conceive of resisting.

In the following days, the angry roars of ancient divine dragons and the wrathful cries of peerless experts echoed.

Even from vast distances, those roars were unbearable.

Mountains collapsed, floods spread.

Some powerful beasts went mad and attacked human tribes—not out of desire, but out of fear.

The situation worsened. Spatial rifts appeared intermittently in the dark void, often swallowing entire mountains.

Above the nine heavens, bucket-sized lightning bolts kept falling. Each bolt could annihilate a tribe of tens of thousands.

On the last day of darkness, everyone on the continent heard a phrase: “Darkness is not the end; rebirth represents hope.”

Since then, the Guardians vanished, never appearing in the world again.

Later rumors suggested the Guardians were attacked and their clans wiped out, but one seed survived.

That seed was called hope by some, and the seed of destruction by others. Because when it awakens, the Seven Realms would once again be engulfed in bloodshed.

Silently, Ye Feng’s spirit withdrew from the Demon King’s domain.

The Dragon-Jiao Demon King knew little, but combining what he had seen with what the Demon King said, Ye Feng glimpsed only a fraction.

That fraction was enough to make his skin crawl and his scalp tingle.

“What kind of vortex have I been dragged into? The seed of hope, the seed of destruction! Damn it, I’m not that omnipotent…”

Like a walking corpse, Ye Feng slowly walked into the grass and plopped down into a lounge chair.

“There are beings in the Immortal Garden who participated in the ancient war! And the upcoming ancient ruins—if you can enter the true ruins, you might make some discoveries!” After saying this, the Dragon-Jiao Demon King fell silent.

Time passed slowly. Half a month later, the ancient ruins opened.

The sunlight was just as bright, the martial arena just as bustling. The difference was that on the vast arena appeared a circular portal roughly three meters in diameter.

Milky white spiritual energy rippled and flowed, making the portal seem incredibly mysterious.

“This portal is only for top experts from the three great empires. Elsewhere on the continent, five other identical portals exist. Be cautious upon entering the ancient ruins. Besides your compatriots, everyone else is the enemy.”

Emperor Tang Hen was absent-minded, seemingly preoccupied with other matters. After a brief ceremony, fifty young experts stood ready, waiting to be transported.

“Where is Qing Wu?” Scanning the crowd, Ye Feng did not see the figure of Huan Qing Wu.

Before he could speak, a tremendous pulling force suddenly dragged him in...

The scenery changed instantly. A natural scent washed over him, sunlight warmed his skin.

“This... the South African forest?? How is this possible...” The familiar scene shocked Ye Feng. “How could it be so similar? No, this is clearly the South African forest.”

“Banana trees... needle-leaf pines...” Ye Feng named the surrounding plants one by one.