Chapter 1093: Heading to the Wasteland Sea Ruins
As soon as the Nine Dragons Island warship Lin Feng was riding on returned to the border between the Northern Wasteland and the Wasteland Sea, he heard many things about the Yang Clan and Nine Dragons Island. Both Yang Zilan's warship and those of Nine Dragons Island were clearly much faster than the one he was on. They had already arrived at this Northern Wasteland in a grand and mighty procession, causing a huge stir.
When the fleet of Nine Dragons Island arrived here, the crowd sensed that something major was about to happen. Soon after, they learned that the warships of Nine Dragons Island had directly sailed to the Yang Clan. Later, news spread that Yang Zilan of the Yang Clan had obtained a Sacred Artifact by auctioning wasteland stones on Nine Dragons Island. This might have caused a conflict with Gu Qiuyun, the grandson of the Nine Dragons Island Lord. Gu Qiuyun was killed in the Wasteland Sea, his body and bones utterly destroyed, shaking Nine Dragons Island to its core.
The latest news had not yet arrived, but the crowd speculated that battle had likely already begun.
"Without the Void Ship for travel, I'm probably going to miss this excitement," Lin Feng muttered as he flickered through the void, feeling quite frustrated. The two sides were probably already locked in fierce combat by now.
Thinking this, Lin Feng did not head to the Yang Clan's location but instead made for the relatively closer Tianjing City. He had agreed with Great Pest to wait for him there. Now that Youyou, Jun Moxi, and Yun Feiyang were missing and their fates unknown, he was worried and planned to go check out the Wasteland Sea ruins that Great Pest had mentioned.
He possessed an incredibly powerful resistance to the power of the Wasteland Sea, something even venerable ones could not match. If possible, he wanted to venture deep into the Wasteland Sea to investigate the situation and make absolutely sure whether Youyou and the others were safe. Otherwise, he could not rest easy.
During his journey to Tianjing City, Lin Feng continued to hear news about the Yang Clan and Nine Dragons Island. As he had predicted, Nine Dragons Island had come to demand Yang Zilan. However, Yang Zilan had not killed anyone. He could not even admit to it, let alone go to his death. As a direct descendant of the Yang Clan, the Yang family naturally had to protect him with all their might. How could they allow Nine Dragons Island to kill him just because they said so?
Thus, a fierce battle naturally began. As many described it, this battle was earth-shattering, with blood flowing like rivers. All were venerable-level experts locked in combat. The Void Gate where the Yang Clan was located shattered. Nine Dragons Island tried to break into the Yang Clan's stronghold to capture Yang Zilan, bombarding the Yang Clan's void small world until it was riddled with scars.
After a day passed, Lin Feng, still on the road, heard more news. The battle had actually lasted an entire day without subsiding. Both sides were filled with towering rage and had fought with real fire. Nine Dragons Island was furious that Yang Zilan had dared to kill their young master on their turf, and the Yang Clan was shielding the murderer. The Yang Clan, in turn, was enraged that Nine Dragons Island had gone too far by attacking their family.
As for Yang Zilan, he wished he could dig Lin Feng's soul out of the Wasteland Sea. He did not even have a chance to come forward and defend himself. If he went out, Nine Dragons Island would kill him. If he did not dare to go out, his defense would be useless anyway.
Lin Feng returned to Tianjing City and found Great Pest through the mark he had left in the Void Ship. At this moment, Great Pest was somewhat excited. He had also heard about Gu Qiuyun's death and found it deeply satisfying. He had long wanted to kill Gu Qiuyun himself.
"It's too cheap for him, not getting to kill him with my own hands!" Great Pest said coldly.
"Whether I killed him or you did, it's the same," Lin Feng said coldly, startling Great Pest. He looked at Lin Feng and said, "You mean…"
"It was me," Lin Feng nodded, then roughly told Great Pest the whole story. Great Pest felt an immense sense of satisfaction. Killing him was the right thing to do.
The two of them inquired further about the Yang Clan's situation in Tianjing City. They heard that the battle had finally ended, with heavy casualties on both sides. Although Nine Dragons Island had immense resources, they paid a great price to attack the Yang Clan's stronghold. It was said they almost broke through, but then a top expert from the Xuanyuan Clan arrived and mediated the matter. After all, Xuanyuan Potian had also been involved and had witnessed the truth.
The Nine Dragons Island Lord knew his opponent was formidable and had no choice but to retreat. As for the so-called truth they were told, it made the people of Nine Dragons Island fly into a rage. It was an insult to their intelligence.
A person at the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm would drag Gu Qiuyun to his death together just to frame the Yang Clan? Was that possible? Did Nine Dragons Island think they were all idiots? It was too insulting. They could not even come up with a more plausible excuse.
Lin Feng, upon learning the outcome, secretly regretted that the Xuanyuan Clan had ruined things. It would have been better if the fight had continued to the death. But he also understood that this hatred could never be resolved. Even if the truth were later revealed and Nine Dragons Island discovered that Yang Zilan was not the killer, this battle alone would make reconciliation impossible. They were already at a point of no return. Meeting would mean life-or-death combat.
"Great Pest, take me to the place where you were abandoned," Lin Feng said as he walked along the main road. He summoned the Void Ship, and the two of them soared into the air.
"Lin Feng, without the methods of Nine Dragons Island in the Wasteland Sea, we cannot go down there again. We will definitely die," Great Pest shook his head and said.
"Take me there," Lin Feng looked ahead. Great Pest looked at his face, which was as sharp as a firm sword, and knew he could not persuade him. He sighed and said, "It's good to at least take a look at them."
"First, go to Nine Dragons Island. I set out from Nine Dragons Island last time. Only after reaching Nine Dragons Island can I get a general idea of the coordinates."
The Wasteland Sea was too vast, boundless and endless. If they did not first reach Nine Dragons Island, even though Huangfu Long had been there once, finding that place again would be impossible. They had to go to Nine Dragons Island first, start from the original point, and follow their memories to have any chance of finding it.
Lin Feng did not say another word and headed toward Nine Dragons Island again. However, this time he certainly would not land on the island. If this Void Ship were recognized, it might cause more trouble.
Following Huangfu Long's account, Lin Feng found the edge where he had last set out and then proceeded according to Huangfu Long's memory.
The Void Ship moved slowly. Huangfu Long only remembered the general direction, without precise coordinate marks. Finding a place in the Wasteland Sea was not easy. Fortunately, Huangfu Long told Lin Feng it was next to a desolate island. Otherwise, if it were in the central Wasteland Sea, the hope of finding it would be even more remote.
After a day, the Void Ship they were riding was still in the vast, boundless Wasteland Sea, seemingly aimless. Lin Feng sat on the Void Ship, a trace of worry always on his brow, even carrying a hint of fear in his heart. It could be said that because of his appearance, Youyou and his brothers had followed him to the Eight Wastelands Realm. Now, he had become a Martial Emperor's Disciple, the top disciple of the Heavenly Terrace, with a bright future ahead.
However, Youyou, Jun Moxi, and Yun Feiyang were missing, their lives or deaths unknown. This filled him with a sense of sorrow. In this desolate and cruel foreign world, aside from his family, these were the most sincere friends who had stayed by his side. They had wanted to carve out a world together, to fight for a bright future. But now, only he and Great Pest remained.
Light flickered, and a flask of wine appeared in Lin Feng's hand. A hint of fiery intensity wafted from it, burning like flames.
In his Storage Ring, there were many precious items, including a few flasks of wine that he had always treasured, unwilling to drink. He regarded them as his most precious possessions.
"In the past, on the battle platform, we sang with wine in hand. How joyful that was. Now, where are you?"
Lin Feng looked up at the vast, desolate Wasteland Sea, a bleak expanse. He raised the flask and poured it fiercely into his mouth. Instantly, a scorching heat surged and raced through his body, and he let it burn.
He tilted his head back to look at the void. There, it seemed he could see Youyou's elegant and beautiful face, turning back with a faint smile that held a hundred charms. There, it seemed he could see Jun Moxi's refined and scholarly demeanor, a gentleman with vast and righteous qi, open and aboveboard. There, it also seemed he could see Yun Feiyang's unrestrained and carefree long hair, along with the brilliant smile on his handsome face.
"You said you would follow me, with a heart full of passion, to trample across this Eight Wastelands Continent. When we look back, our youth would be without regret. Now, where are you?"
Lin Feng took another drink, the fire in his chest burning hotter and hotter. "You also said that when we return to the Snow Domain one day, it would be in glory, returning home in splendor, roaring at the sky, and ruling the world. Now, where are you?"
Lin Feng finished the last mouthful of wine and lay down on the Void Ship. At this moment, he no longer had the boiling passion of martial arts. In this unfamiliar world, without family by his side, without brothers to share with, when he one day looked down upon the Nine Heavens Continent, it would seem bleak and lonely.
Great Pest's eyes were bloodshot. His hands clenched tightly, knuckles cracking, as if he were holding back the tears of a man.
In the past, he had cultivated in the snowy mountains, his only wish being to have a Heavenly Lake Saintess as his wife. But after truly meeting Lin Feng and the others, he had finally felt passion. That feeling was called brotherhood.