I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

An aura of pressure a hundred times more terrifying than the combined might of the previous Venerable Lords descended from the crack!

Beyond the rift stood two towering figures, like gods and demons, clad in ancient black armor and wearing cold masks that revealed only a pair of indifferent, ruthless eyes.

They simply stood there quietly, yet the aura they exuded made the entire star field groan, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Saints! Two true saints!" Old Hei exclaimed in shock, his face, which had just regained a sliver of color, instantly turning deathly pale.

"By order of the Lord, I have come to take away the Bloodthirsty Qilin."

One of the black-armored saints spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if he were proclaiming an inviolable divine decree.

His gaze bypassed Chu Feng and landed directly on Lao Hei.

"The Bloodthirsty Qilin? What is that?" Chu Feng shielded Lao Hei behind him, holding the Undying Battle Spear, and coldly confronted the two saints.

The other black-armored saint finally fixed his indifferent gaze on Chu Feng, or more precisely, on the Undying Battle Spear in Chu Feng's hand.

"The successor of the Undying Emperor?" His voice held a barely perceptible ripple. "That's quite an unexpected surprise. Taking him along would likely interest you greatly, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and reached out to grab Chu Feng and Lao Hei.

That hand seemed to be formed from countless stars, and the lines on its palm were the trajectory of the Great Dao. Wherever it passed, space crumbled inch by inch, and all laws were annihilated!

Faced with this palm strike, Chu Feng felt as insignificant as a speck of dust, unable even to muster the thought of resistance.

"Kid, let's go!"

At this critical moment between life and death, Old Hei shoved Chu Feng hard and roared, "To the Burial Abyss! Quickly!"

Chu Feng jolted awake and instantly snapped back to reality.

He glanced at the bottomless, enormous abyss behind him, a chasm that could swallow even light, and without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed Old Black, turned around, and transformed into a streak of light, rushing into it without looking back!

The colossal hand that blotted out the sky suddenly stopped just before it touched the edge of the Burial Abyss.

For the first time, a sense of apprehension appeared in the eyes of the two black-armored saints.

"They entered the Abyss of Burial Gods."

"There is great terror beneath the abyss; even that great man once said that it should not be ventured into lightly."

"It's alright, they can't escape. Send a message back saying that the Bloodthirsty Qilin has entered the abyss."

The two black-armored saints glanced coldly at the deep abyss, their figures slowly disappearing, and the torn sky healed as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the ravaged battlefield and the lingering stench of blood and greed in the air testify to what had just happened here.

……

Burial of Gods.

Chu Feng and Lao Hei's figures were like two meteorites, passing through the dark boundary that isolated everything and falling into it.

The surroundings were utterly silent, as if even the light had been completely swallowed up by this space, and as far as the eye could see, there was only endless darkness and nothingness.

Beneath my feet lay cold, hard black rock, exuding an ancient, desolate aura, with a faint smell in the air, like a mixture of rust and dust.

"call……"

Old Black lay on the ground, panting heavily. Golden blood seeped from its hideous wounds, dripping onto the black rocks, but without even a ripple, it was absorbed completely by the eerie ground.

"Those two guys didn't catch up." Chu Feng looked around and spread his divine sense, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, suppressed by an invisible force within a hundred feet of him, unable to advance an inch.

"They don't dare to come in." Old Hei's voice was weak, but it carried a hint of relief. "This godforsaken place, even if the Holy King came in, he would be skinned alive."

Chu Feng frowned slightly, walked to its side, squatted down, and placed his palm on the most severely injured part of its wound. A stream of pure life energy, accompanied by an indestructible golden light, slowly flowed in to help stabilize its injuries.

"Isn't the Starry Sky Secret Realm restricted by rules, preventing experts above the Venerable Lord Realm from entering? What's the deal with those two Saints?" This was Chu Feng's biggest question.

"What entered wasn't their true form," Old Hei explained, his voice filled with deep apprehension. "They used some kind of secret technique to project the will and a portion of the power of a saint into this place, at a tremendous cost. Otherwise, neither of us could have withstood a single blow."

Chu Feng remained silent. If the projection of a sage was already so terrifying, then what kind of power must the real sage possess?

He withdrew his hand and looked at the gray-green poisonous patterns on Lao Hei's body that were constantly eroding his life force. Although the Poison King had taken action to remove the poison from his body, the poison in Lao Hei was still there.

"The poison you've been given..."

"I won't die." Old Hei shook his head. "That old bastard's poison is insidious, but it's far from enough to kill me with just this little bit. It just needs some time to slowly wear it down."

"By the way, why do they call you the Bloodthirsty Kirin, and who is that 'master'?"

Chu Feng couldn't help but ask.

Old Hei's expression froze, and an unprecedented hatred flashed in his dark golden eyes, as if two balls of rage capable of burning for eternity were burning fiercely.

"The 'master' they're talking about is that bastard who suppressed me back then!"

"The Bloodthirsty Qilin... Heh, what a nice name." Its voice seemed to be squeezed out from between its teeth, filled with endless self-mockery and resentment.

"In the primordial era, the myriad realms were far more glorious than they are now. Back then, there were no holy lands, no immortal families; the true rulers of everything were a handful of supreme lineages. And the Divine Court was one of the most powerful overlords among them!"

Old Hei's thoughts seemed to return to that turbulent and glorious era, and a complex look appeared in his eyes.

"I was once a member of the Divine Court, one of its guardian beasts, and the young master of the Primordial Fire Qilin lineage. Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I was considered a troublemaker that no one dared to mess with in the Divine Court. As a result, I once got into a conflict with the beloved grandson of a Supreme Elder of the Divine Court and accidentally beat him severely."

"That old bastard was extremely protective of his own, and he disregarded his status to personally attack me, trying to kill me on the spot. My father fought a fierce battle with that old bastard to protect me, and although he eventually saved me, he also angered the entire high-ranking officials of the Divine Court."

"The Divine Court has issued a kill order, claiming that my Primordial Fire Qilin lineage is burdened with sinful blood and is an omen of misfortune, thus expelling my clan from the Divine Court. Heh, when you're determined to find fault, you can always find a pretext!"

"From then on, I began my life as a fugitive, relentlessly pursued by the Divine Court's soldiers like leeches. Eventually, under the leadership of that 'Great One,' they laid a trap that severely wounded me, ultimately imprisoning me in that barren, spiritually depleted land of the Nine Provinces Continent, where I remained for millions of years!"

By the end, Lao Hei's voice had calmed down, but beneath that calm lay a hatred powerful enough to overturn the heavens.