Journey to the West: I am the fiercest bird under Bodhi's seat

Ye Feng spoke up: "Chisongzi."

The Taoist priest looked surprised: "You recognize me?"

Ye Feng suddenly sighed softly.

Chishongzi was even more puzzled: "Why are you sighing?"

Ye Feng said calmly, "I lament that a high-ranking official under Emperor Yan in the past did not seek pure cultivation but instead aided and abetted tyranny, ultimately leading to his death and the dissipation of his cultivation. Is this not a lamentable matter?"

Upon hearing this, Chisongzi burst into laughter. After his laughter subsided, he let out a long sigh.

Ye Feng asked, "What are you sighing about again?"

Chisongzi said, "I lament that the world had finally witnessed the reappearance of a golden crow, but before it could take flight, it perished in an instant. From then on, only one golden crow remained, illuminating the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Tell me, is it not lamentable?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

He said no more, and slowly raised the Demon Emperor Sword in his hand.

Chisongzi's expression also turned serious.

He was an ancient Golden Immortal who had personally experienced the Battle of Zhuolu, slaughtered a great witch, and beheaded a demon god, and was accustomed to life and death battles.

Therefore, it was immediately apparent that although Ye Feng was only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, his combat power was terrifyingly strong.

Without warning, a ball of golden flame suddenly rose up in this void.

Ye Feng's sword strike was like a rising sun, illuminating the entire world inside the pot.

Its dazzling brilliance transformed into a rain of swords that poured down from the sky.

Every wisp of sword energy is formed from the true fire of the sun.

Even a Great Immortal would suffer the calamity of having their soul burned if touched by even a trace of it.

Chisongzi dared not underestimate his opponent in the slightest. Although he was an ancient Golden Immortal, he had been injured by a secret curse of the Wu tribe during the Battle of Zhuolu. Since then, all the merits accumulated by the prosperity of the human race had been used to heal himself, and his strength had never been fully restored. Therefore, although his realm was on par with that of the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, both being early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortals, it was difficult to say that he could prevail.

However, his cultivation was profound, and he had experienced countless tribulations, making his combat experience far beyond what ordinary people could match. If they were to truly fight, the outcome would still be uncertain.

Faced with the overwhelming golden sword energy, he did not use any complicated supernatural powers. He simply raised one hand with his palm facing upwards, and his whole body suddenly changed.

Whoosh...whoosh...

Ye Feng heard a surging, illusory sound in his ears, as if he were in a boundless ocean.

In an instant, towering waves appeared beside Chisongzi, and a chilling aura emanated from the waves, freezing the void. He was the Rain Master personally appointed by Emperor Yan, who once ruled over all the waters of the world at the end of the primordial era. The water before him was the "Heavenly True Water," which he had refined over countless years.

This water is gentle, close to the "supreme good" of the Tao, yet it is also most adept at change and elusive. In a single drop, it can simulate all things, and no matter how you evolve or what supernatural powers you possess, you cannot escape its restraint.

At this moment, Ye Feng's sword energy rained down from the sky, and Chi Songzi merely pointed a finger, causing the great river surrounding him to immediately shoot out countless water arrows, which instantly transformed into extremely cold substances, meeting the blazing true fire of the sun.

Clang! Clang!

Sizzle—Sizzle—

The sounds of metal clashing and water and fire mingling rang out. Ye Feng's sword energy couldn't even get close to him.

A thin mist rose between the two, caused by the Tianyi True Water being evaporated by the high temperature.

Ye Feng's gaze narrowed slightly.

As expected of an ancient Golden Immortal, he certainly has some skills.

If sword energy is ineffective, then how about close combat?

He moved lightly, and golden light surged behind him. Two pairs of golden wings suddenly unfolded, radiating brilliant light.

With a flap of his wings, space seemed to distort and blur, and Ye Feng's figure flashed to Chi Songzi's side like a ghost.

The Demon Emperor's Sword pierced out from a tricky angle.

"The Way of Space?!"

Chisongzi was also taken aback. In a hurry, he took out a mace and barely managed to block the sword's edge.

The mace was enveloped in the aura of wind and rain; it was a treasure bestowed upon it by Emperor Yan—the Wild Rain Mace.

The sword and mace clashed violently, their magical power surged, the void trembled, and even the world within the gourd became unstable.

Ye Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the water beside him swirling like blades, its surface gleaming sharply, already slashing towards him.

Without hesitation, he flapped his four wings and his figure swept away like a phantom, as if space itself had no obstruction before him. Just as he dodged the water blade, he reappeared on the other side of Chisongzi and raised his sword to strike again.

Chisongzi's heart tightened; he had never seen such speed before.

But he was a seasoned warrior, and his mind acted first; he raised his mace to block again.

However, this time, before the sword was even drawn, Ye Feng's figure had already vanished the moment they made contact, and the next instant he was standing behind Ye Feng, the sword light rising again.

With this sword strike, Chisongzi had no time to turn around.

laugh--!

A burst of water mist erupted as Ye Feng slashed his sword at the water barrier surrounding Chi Songzi.

It was the great river that surrounded it that formed the defense.

As the water wall shattered, a mace immediately swept out from behind, carrying the power of a Great Luo Immortal, capable of shattering even the stars overhead.

Unfortunately, it still didn't work out.

Ye Feng's figure vanished without a trace once again.

Chisongzi's expression finally changed drastically, and for the first time, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

This speed has already touched the edge of the laws of space.

Where exactly did this golden crow learn it from?

Ye Feng did not respond, nor did he need to.

In all directions, up, down, left, and right, wherever Chi Songzi was, Ye Feng's figure appeared. The Demon Emperor Sword slashed, thrust, parried, and cut, each strike accompanied by a continuous stream of sword energy.

Chisongzi felt as if he were being besieged by a thousand troops.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake; it's impossible to distinguish between them.

It wasn't a clone technique, but rather the speed itself had reached its extreme.

In a sense, every figure is real—because Ye Feng truly existed there.

Chisongzi let out a low shout, and the great river beside him suddenly split open, transforming into various weapons such as axes, halberds, hooks, and forks, which surrounded him in layers, with clanging sounds ringing out incessantly, desperately trying to block the incoming sword energy.

Even so, he still felt immense pressure and could only passively defend himself, with no chance to retaliate.

Ye Feng constantly changed his position; in his eyes, space had been precisely divided. He could teleport by simply flapping his wings at a specific frequency.

This speed is unprecedented.

Dijiang's Vertical and Horizontal Method.

As his understanding of the flying techniques inherited from the remnant soul of Dijiang deepened, he finally unleashed them completely.

Even a Great Immortal like Chisongzi could not track its movements.

This encirclement and attack lasted for more than half an hour.

Chisongzi barely survived by relying on the ever-changing nature of the Heavenly True Water.

But prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. Faced with endless sword energy, there was eventually a moment of lapse—a sword energy broke through the water curtain defense and shot towards them.

Chisongzi was terrified and quickly dodged.

The sword energy swept past, tearing the sleeve, but ultimately failed to harm the body.

However, the instant the sleeve was torn, a wisp of golden flame quietly appeared and spread rapidly with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, half of the sleeve had turned to ash, and the fire continued to spread along the fabric towards the arm.

Chisongzi's eyes narrowed, and he swung his desolate mace down suddenly. A column of azure water swirled out, flashing with cold light, like a dragon soaring into the sky. In an instant, large sections of his sleeves were cleanly severed, and before the golden flames could even cling to his flesh, they were burned to ashes along with the tattered cloth.

He let out a soft sigh. Even a Great Immortal like himself would inevitably fall into a state of suffering if he were truly touched by the True Fire of the Sun.

Even at this moment, Ye Feng's figure was still all around, his sword energy crisscrossing endlessly, following him like a shadow, without ever stopping.

With a slight frown, Chisongzi knew perfectly well that if he could not stop the opponent's speed, even with the Divine Fiend Nail in hand, it would be difficult to lock onto his true form.

His mind raced, and he suddenly made up his mind.

He clenched his left fist and struck his chest without hesitation. A muffled cough rang out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, landing directly on the Wild Rain Mace.

In an instant, the magical artifact glowed with a bloody light, as if it had been awakened by some ancient power.

Protected by the Heavenly True Water, he stepped out with profound steps, chanting incantations:

"The Heavenly Desolate Water God, the essence of the five elements, flows through the three realms, giving rise to the Supreme Mystery. By the decree of Shennong Yandi, the Heavenly One True Water, transform!"

As the sound faded, an invisible wave spread out in all directions, causing the entire space to tremble.

Whoosh—!

All the surrounding weapons instantly crumbled, returning to the Heavenly True Water, which exploded with a deafening roar, transforming into a violent torrent that swept across the heavens and earth! Ye Feng's boundless sword energy was like a candle flame in the wind, extinguished in an instant in this torrent.

Not only that, the rushing water energy struck Ye Feng's phantom, causing his figure to disintegrate and almost disappear completely.

The true water of Tianyi swells and surges in all directions.

Ye Feng's wings trembled slightly, and in an instant, he withdrew and retreated, creating distance.

Chishongzi's lips curled into a cold smile—that's exactly the reaction I wanted.

He made a hand seal in his palm, his fingertips pointing towards the raging torrent of water.

boom!

A towering column of water shot skyward, causing the entire world inside the pot to tremble slightly.

slam-la-

A torrential downpour descended from the sky, dense and impenetrable, covering all directions, leaving nowhere to hide.

"Um?"

Ye Feng's gaze sharpened as he looked down at the wings behind him.

Where the raindrops fell, the luster of the wings dimmed rapidly, and the weight increased dramatically. Each drop of rain that hit the body felt like a mountain pressing down on it, unbearably heavy.

"No... this isn't Tianyi True Water."

A sense of foreboding arose in his heart. He looked up at the sky and saw that the rain was as black as ink, thick and sticky, like tiny pebbles falling.

One-yuan heavy water!

The name instantly came to mind.

This water, along with the Heavenly One True Water, is ranked among the Seven Great True Waters of Heaven and Earth. Every drop contains immense weight, as oppressive as an abyss.

Unexpectedly, Chishongzi also possessed this item.

Ye Feng couldn't help but marvel at the profound foundation of the ancient Golden Immortals. At this moment, the wings on his back were extremely heavy, and flapping them was almost a luxury.

Instead of forcing it, he gently retracted his golden wings and disappeared completely.

Just then, Chisongzi, wielding the Wild Rain Mace, arrived through the rain.

He was completely unaffected by the heavy water, and with one step, he carried the might of a Great Luo Immortal directly towards Ye Feng.

With a single swing of the mace, the wind and clouds changed color.

Ye Feng could neither retreat nor retreat—under the suppression of this heavy water, dodging was futile.

He gripped the Demon Emperor Sword tightly in his hand, held it horizontally, and met the attack head-on.

boom!

The two weapons collided, and invisible ripples suddenly spread, shattering the void inch by inch, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly.

Fortunately, this battle took place in the world within the pot; otherwise, the aftershocks of this single blow would have been enough to destroy thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and wipe out all living beings.

Ye Feng gave a soft snort and took a step back.

In a direct confrontation, the opponent was ultimately a level higher, with far more powerful magic, while he was slightly inferior.

My wrist went numb as I held the sword, and I couldn't stop trembling.

If the Demon Emperor Sword hadn't been of a much higher grade than the Desolate Rain Mace, that magical shock would likely have already damaged his internal organs, causing him to vomit blood and collapse.

Chisongzi was also slightly shaken. His palms felt a little numb from the force of the shock, and he had to loosen his fingers slightly to relieve the soreness.

He had never seen such a powerful Taiyi Golden Immortal.

His murderous intent intensified, and his resolve grew stronger—if he let this person go today, the consequences would be dire.

Before Ye Feng could catch his breath, he pointed his finger, and the raindrops falling from the sky instantly reversed and rose, condensing into a prison.

A cage made of primordial heavy water instantly formed, trapping Ye Feng inside. Its weight was as heavy as the sky, causing even his back to sag slightly.

Chisongzi shouted again, raised his Wild Rain Mace high, and brought it down with wind and rain!