Chapter 948 Final Farewell

The lid of the tripod is opened, and the inside becomes a small world of its own.

The blood mist was churning with rich life energy, quickly overflowing, with a faint smell of blood, and bursts of coldness.

Chu Feng froze on the spot. The vigorous energy he sensed was absorbed by the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron from the land of Nirvana, and was not emitted by the blood mist.

In an instant, Chu Feng felt cold from head to toe. He could not feel the familiar breath of his old friends, there was no mark of them, and he could not see the light of their souls.

His ears were ringing, his vision turned black, stars appeared, and blood flowed silently from the corner of his mouth. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Chu Feng felt like he was struck by lightning. He felt extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate to death. He couldn't hear anything, and his eyes were dark. He was holding on to the cauldron weakly, and his body was shaking.

I once had some hope, but now it has turned into despair.

He had always been worried and deeply uneasy, but when the lid of the cauldron was lifted and the extremely cruel truth was exposed, he still couldn't bear it.

He couldn't hear anything, he was deaf in both ears, and his eyes were blurred and couldn't see anything. There was only pain in his heart. He felt like he was enclosed in an isolated dark space.

Chu Feng's Adam's apple was moving, but he could only make a hoarse sound.

He couldn't cry even if he wanted to. There were no tears, only pain. His soul was about to be suffocated, its light dimmed, and he fell into endless darkness.

He couldn't break free and felt only boundless suffering. He was walking alone in the sea of ​​despair. The black space and the faint sea of ​​suffering had no end. He felt that his whole person was about to die.

"Live, I just want you to live!"

His voice was hoarse, his body was trembling, and he felt helpless and desperate. This was completely different from what he had been in the past.

He has never been so weak, like a child. No one would have thought that he was Demon Chu. His legs could not support his body and he was about to fall down.

But his physical body couldn't bear the light of his soul, it flickered violently, blood was dripping from his mouth, nose and ears, and then two lines of blood slipped from his dull eyes.

Chu Feng wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He was like a wounded beast trapped in a place of despair. He couldn't feel everything in the outside world and was really sealed in darkness.

He was holding the cauldron unconsciously, as if his soul had been lost and could not find its way back. There was a whooshing sound in his mouth, neither crying nor laughing, just an uncomfortable hoarse cry.

I don't know how long it took for Chu Feng to breathe and break free from the darkness. He was gasping for air, covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

There was only blood mist in the cauldron, no life forms. Neither his parents nor the scalpers survived, they all died.

The Demon Ancestor Cauldron was silent without any words.

how so? Even though he had the worst guess, but it really happened, he was still heartbroken and felt so uncomfortable that he almost fainted.

"Dad, mom, scalper..."

Chu Feng called their names, tears finally shed, and the corresponding body functions were restored. He wanted to cry loudly, he wanted to howl, everyone was dead.

"Where is the soul light, where is their true spirit?!" He searched desperately, searching in the cauldron and in the blood mist, but he saw nothing.

Chu Feng was like an injured beast that had lost everything, trapped on his own island, howling deafeningly, feeling so sad that he couldn't control himself.

He is kneeling here on one knee. He really hopes that he is just an ordinary person and can live his life peacefully and peacefully with everyone.

Now, there was nothing left, only himself, his parents' faces, warm words, concerned eyes, and other people's voices and smiles, all emerged, as if it was yesterday.

After a long time, Chu Feng staggered and left the dragon's nest, and then jumped into the East China Sea. He remained motionless in the cold water, walking with the waves, and went away unconsciously.

During this period, a sea creature swam up, opened its mouth wide, and then frightened away, causing a large amount of wind and waves.

Chu Feng remained motionless, closing his eyes, wanting to sleep forever and not wanting to wake up. He once again isolated himself from the world in his heart, and all he thought about were those people.

boom!

A long time later, a spiritual mountain under the sea shook violently. This was a manifestation of violent recovery. Like an active volcano erupting, a large area of ​​spiritual energy energy surged, impacting Chu Feng who had drifted here.

He opened his eyes, which were dim and lifeless, but finally stood up, lost in his soul, and walked alone, extremely lonely and desolate, towards the dragon's nest.

He was hurt and sad in his heart, but he couldn't cry. He just kept silent and walked towards the place that made him sad and heartbroken again. He would not escape, but it was really uncomfortable and his heart ached very much.

In the Dragon's Nest Nirvana, the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron stands. It is still here, and it can only sigh at this result.

Chu Feng knew from the earliest time that the chance of success was slim. Taiwu once said that only within the best time period, Tianzun would be able to save those people, and there is no Tianzun in the underworld!

However, he still held on to some hope, not asking for everyone to be resurrected, but asking for a few people to reappear, even if they were residual souls.

Now, there is nothing.

"When we were in the Great Abyss, although their soul light was dissipating, there was still a little bit left. Now there is no trace at all?"

"It has decomposed and turned into energy matter, floating in the cauldron, and is no longer the soul light." The demon ancestor's cauldron informed.

Chu Feng was slumped and speechless.

He observed carefully and sensed this energy substance, and his heart suddenly went cold. It was almost like Qin Luoyin died, and there was no true spirit anymore.

Qin Luoyin's soul light would have decomposed, but it was corroded by the golden substance and stuck together. It did not disperse, but the true spirit had dispersed.

"You are all gone..." Chu Feng cried silently. In these few days, his life had experienced ups and downs, and he had experienced the most difficult and difficult darkness.

"Leave these substances, don't bury them, I want to revive them." Chu Feng whispered, with loss and sadness, and lost his former sharpness.

The soul light dissipated and divided into energy substances. These did not disappear between heaven and earth after all. They were suppressed in the tripod by the demon ancestor. Chu Feng waited for the dawn with the last ray of hope.

Finally, the demon ancestor tripod shrank and discussed with Chu Feng, wanting to sleep in the stone box. It felt that this was the treasure of the world, and it was a weapon of the underworld. It wanted to sense it and see if it could restore it.

Chu Feng nodded, took everything, and left here.

Next, he didn't say anything, and couldn't even shed tears. He set off alone, standing in the East China Sea, unable to see the dragon girl or the figure on the Immortal Mountain, and he turned and left.

However, his back was somewhat lonely, he was depressed, and he didn't say anything.

Chu Feng returned to the land, quiet and desolate. This was his own lonely journey, no one could accompany him, and the group of partners who used to joke around would never appear again.

He returned to the small town at the foot of Taihang Mountain, and returned to his home in a two-story building. Huangniu had lived here for a long time, but now it was very cold.

It was late at night, and Chu Feng didn't turn on the lights.

He came to the roof, looking at the dim starlight, lost in thought, full of sadness.

He grew up here in his childhood, and then moved away from this town with his parents.

Chu Feng lay on the roof, without a sound, thinking of his parents taking care of him here when he was young, afraid that he would be cold or hot, and all kinds of care and love, watching him grow up.

Those warm pictures, those two amiable faces, seemed to appear in front of him again, he reached out to touch them, approached them like he did when he was a child, but there was nothing.

His hands were empty, only the cold night.

Chu Feng's eyes were filled with tears. He lay there silently.

When it was almost dawn, he returned to his room, to his parents' bedroom, sat there, and then remained silent again.

He stayed here for three days, constantly recalling the past, all the experiences since he was young were replayed in his mind, as if he had walked with his parents again and lived together for more than 20 years again.

Then, he left silently, and no one knew that he had returned to his home in this small town.

Chu Feng walked to the foot of Taihang Mountain. In this mountainous area, he and Zhou Quan met the yellow cattle for the first time. At that time, it was very mysterious and very troublesome. Zhou Quan was so angry that he called it the Bull Demon King.

It was the yellow cattle that brought Chu Feng on the path of cultivation. In the early stage of the change of the world and the recovery of the mountains and rivers, he began to evolve.

His life destiny began to change from here.

But the yellow cattle was gone, and Zhou Quan was dead too. They all turned into blood mist, and even the soul light had decomposed.

He really wanted to see them again. When they were together, they always laughed, but now he couldn't even speak, and there was only a sense of twilight.

Chu Feng left, walked through the mountains, through the forests, and headed west. He came to Kunlun, sat on a mountain, and watched the sunrise alone.

At first, he drank big bowls of wine, ate big chunks of meat, and drank with a group of brothers. Even the old lama and the old master Wu Qifeng couldn't avoid it. They were dragged into the water and raised their glasses.

But now, the mountain wind blew, leaving a lot of loneliness. Chu Feng took out the wine jar, poured one glass of wine after another, drank one glass himself, and then sprinkled it on the ground to commemorate them.

"Brothers who share life and death, where are you all, who can fight with me to the world of the living?"

His words were blown away in the wind, leaving only sobs.

Chu Feng looked at the red sun, but didn't feel the warmth. He was cold and lonely here, alone.

Sitting on the mountain, his thoughts went back to the past. During the East-West War, it was at the foot of this mountain that the Mastiff King roared and fought against the North Pole King, and the Peng King spread his wings and chased the Black Dragon King.

The Big Black Bull contacted all parties and invited masters from the East. After the decisive battle, they chased all the way to the West.

It was also at that time that he met the Siberian tiger without moral integrity. Soon after, the Tiger King helped Chu Feng fight Schiller in Longhu Mountain and became friends who shared hardships. Later, the relationship became closer and closer, and the Tiger King also became a member of Kunlun Mountain.

There was also the old donkey with big teeth and long ears, and Ouyang Feng who always looked at people with squinting eyes and kept spitting saliva. They all joined Kunlun later. Thinking of them, people would smile.

However, now, the mountain is silent.

Everyone is gone.

Not long ago, this place was very glorious. On the eve of the real crossing of the world, all the tribes in the starry sky sent envoys to come here to congratulate.

Seeing this place prosper, it changed overnight after all.

Before the disaster came, Qin Luoyin brought the little Taoist priest to the earth to remind Chu Feng. The divination master sensed something was wrong and predicted the crack in the sky. Sure enough, everything came true.

Chu Feng was lost in thought, feeling sad and regretful. The little Taoist priest was still there, but Qin Luoyin died soon after delivering the letter and reminding him to be careful.

At this time, he was really filled with grief and indignation. Sitting here, clenching his fists tightly, he was sad.

Parents, wife, friends, all left one by one. Although there were still many people and many evolvers in this vast world, he felt extremely lonely.

Chu Feng left Kunlun with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, he stood by the river. He had taken Qin Luoyin and the little Taoist priest down the Yangtze River, enjoying the scenery along the way and seeing all the famous mountains and rivers.

When he got here, Chu Feng felt very tired, mainly because of his heart and soul.

He lay on a bamboo raft and went down the river, not caring or taking care of it. He drifted wherever he went. He looked up at the sky, and the figures of his parents, relatives, Qin Luoyin and others appeared in front of him again. He didn't want to move at all.

Lying on the bamboo raft and going away along the river, this was his lonely journey alone. At the end, tears silently slid down Chu Feng's eyes. He just looked at the sky and didn't want to do anything.

His heart was very sad. He missed those people, but he couldn't cry out loud.

All tears will be shed today. He feels that he will not have time to shed tears in the future. This is his final farewell.