Chapter 987: The Wu River Flows Backward
The place where the Black Pagoda stood was like a central hub. Besides the Black Pagoda itself, there were many other pagoda-shaped structures clustered around it.
In the wide open space between the pagodas, the ground was undulating, carved with streaks of black stone patterns. It seemed to be made of extremely hard black rock, which even low-level Heavenly Martial Realm cultivators would find difficult to break.
At this moment, Lin Feng was on the Wu River beside these pagodas. He did not approach but instead looked at the crowd of people standing atop the pagodas. There were at least a hundred of them, and from the distant void, sounds of figures breaking through the air could still be heard. All of them had come for the midnight dragon's roar.
Although the moon was setting and the crows were crying—an auspicious sign mixed with an ominous omen—it did not deter the bold and adventurous martial artists. Since they had already arrived, there was no way they would stand idly by.
Of course, the figures on those pagodas were almost all Venerable Martial Realm experts. Those at the Heavenly Martial Realm could only watch from above the Wu River, observing what this strange phenomenon signified and whether there was a chance to compete for any rare treasure that might appear.
However, despite the arrival of these experts, an unusual silence prevailed. No one spoke, and the atmosphere of the entire space was exceptionally oppressive.
"The moon sets, the crows cry. Fortune or misfortune?" At this moment, a voice came from afar, followed by several figures descending and landing on a pagoda, their gazes sweeping over the crowd.
"For the three midnight dragon roars, you all can remain so composed—I admire that," said the leader, who appeared very young but exuded an unfathomable aura.
Lin Feng frowned slightly as he looked at this person. That smile was very much like Yang Zilan's, and it disgusted him.
"Brother Yang Zhan, until you arrived, who would dare to take the lead?" someone said, causing Lin Feng's expression to stiffen. Yang Zhan? Was this person truly a member of the Yang Clan?
"Brother Hua, who is this Yang Zhan?" Lin Feng asked Hua Changfeng in a low voice.
"Yang Zhan of the Yang Clan. He is the number one expert of his generation in the Yang family and one of the strong contenders for the future position of clan head. Of course, there are also some younger members of the Yang Clan who are growing. Moreover, due to their martial souls, the variables among the Yang Clan are great. Although he is the number one expert of his generation now, no one can say for sure about the future," Hua Changfeng replied.
"What is his relationship with Yang Zilan?" Lin Feng asked.
"Yang Zilan's elder brother. I didn't expect that Brother Lin, having been in the Northern Wasteland for only a short time, has already made the acquaintance of someone from the Yang Clan," Hua Changfeng said, looking at Lin Feng with a smile.
Acquaintance? Lin Feng shook his head and said nothing more. No wonder Yang Zhan was the number one expert of his generation—he was of the same generation as Yang Zilan and had already reached the Venerable Martial Realm.
"Heh heh!" Yang Zhan laughed casually, without any arrogance. These people were all cunning foxes. If there were a good opportunity, why would they wait for him? It was only because of the ominous omen of the moon setting and the crows crying that everyone had their reservations.
"Everyone, now that the midnight dragon has roared three times in succession, do you think it's time to make a move?" Yang Zhan asked the crowd.
"With three consecutive midnight dragon roars, the earth vein's momentum has already formed. If we break it open now, it should not disrupt the earth vein's momentum."
Lin Feng frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "They haven't made a move all this time, and there are still so many considerations?"
"Nonsense," Qiongqi said, casting a contemptuous glance at Lin Feng before transmitting his voice: "Heaven and earth have their own momentum. Martial artists can borrow the momentum of heaven and earth to use for themselves and unleash great power. Earth veins have their own momentum. When some rare treasures emerge, there are sometimes warnings, like this midnight dragon's roar—it is a warning of momentum. If you act recklessly and disrupt the momentum of the earth vein, the auspicious sign could very well be broken, or it could even turn into an omen of disaster, and disaster can become great calamity."
"Mm." Lin Feng nodded. So that was it. No wonder the midnight dragon's roar had been going on for some time, yet these experts had only gathered now. He had arrived just in time—three consecutive midnight dragon roars meant the momentum had already formed.
"Since the momentum has already formed, why haven't you made a move yet?" A loud shout rolled in, shaking the eardrums of the crowd.
A figure stepped onto a golden auspicious cloud, strode over, and directly landed on the highest Black Pagoda that no one else had occupied, looking down on everyone.
"What an arrogant fellow!" Lin Feng cast a glance at that person. All the newcomers had been standing on the surrounding pagodas, with no one daring to step onto the Black Pagoda. Not even Yang Zhan had done so. The Black Pagoda was taller than all the others, and standing on it meant looking down on everyone. Not everyone had the guts to stand there.
What surprised Lin Feng even more was that this person was only at the Heavenly Martial Realm, not yet a Venerable. Yet his face exuded an aura of supremacy, as if no matter where he went, he had to dominate and rule.
"Brother Xuanyuan has arrived." Yang Zhan nodded to this person with a smile. This person had the compound surname Xuanyuan, and his given name was Potian.
Xuanyuan Potian looked at Yang Zhan and nodded faintly in return.
"This guy has come too. This is troublesome!" The crowd's expressions flickered. Although Xuanyuan Potian's cultivation had not yet reached the Venerable Realm, his combat power was terrifying, and his identity also made people cautious.
"Xuanyuan Clan. So it's him!" Lin Feng understood. He thought of one person—it should be that Young Master Xuanyuan who possessed the Emperor's bloodline. He was also preparing to participate in the Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor's recruitment of Martial Emperor's disciples and even trying to seize the position of top Heavenly Martial disciple, asking the Emperor to officiate his marriage proposal to Yang Ziye.
"So lively. Why aren't they making a move yet?" Qiongqi beside him seemed a bit impatient, causing Lin Feng to roll his eyes. With so many experts here, it seemed there was nothing for him to do. What scheme was this guy cooking up again?
"Lin Feng, when they make a move later, besides being careful of these people, you need to be especially wary of the shadow on the northern high pagoda," Qiongqi transmitted to Lin Feng. Lin Feng's gaze followed Qiongqi's direction, and there he saw a person draped in a pitch-black robe, standing on the northernmost pagoda, like a shadow that no one had noticed.
Lin Feng nodded deeply. This person should be a dangerous character.
"You old bastard, you don't actually expect me to fight these people, do you?" Lin Feng rolled his eyes. Qiongqi really dared to think.
"What's there to be afraid of? If there's an opportunity, make a move for this Emperor. This Emperor will guarantee you won't die. If there's anything good, don't forget this Emperor," Qiongqi said, his huge eyes flickering.
Lin Feng turned his head and stared at Qiongqi with a half-smile, causing Qiongqi to shrink his head.
"You old bastard, looks like you've been holding out on me," Lin Feng muttered under his breath. To dare claim he could guarantee Lin Feng's survival meant this old bastard had secretly prepared some life-saving measure.
"In or out?" Qiongqi asked directly.
Lin Feng revealed a simple, honest smile and replied, "In!"
Since this old bastard could guarantee he wouldn't die, why not? At worst, he would get nothing and just leave.
"Everyone, stop waiting. Let's make a move together." By now, nearly a thousand people had gathered on the Wu River, but the silence was terrifying. Xuanyuan Potian's words rang out, and everyone heard them clearly.
"Yes, let's make a move!" Yang Zhan echoed. The crowd nodded slightly. In an instant, above the Black Pagoda, a terrifying aura began to rage. A fierce wind suddenly howled, extremely frightening.
"Break!"
"Break..."
Shouts of anger rang out. Countless beams of light ignited the night, followed by terrifying explosions. The earth trembled violently. The black rock cracked, and the land surrounded by the Wu River began to shake.
"Whoosh!" A terrifying wave surged from the Wu River. A powerful repulsive force erupted from Hua Changfeng's body, causing the Wu River's water to splash to the side without wetting the boat.
Lin Feng's gaze pierced through the rolling waves ahead, fixed on the trembling ground. The earth kept splitting apart, and the entire island began to rumble and shake.
"Boom!" A dull sound rang out, and then the crowd saw the land sinking downward. A terrifying aura began to spread, startling everyone's hearts.
"Ah..." A scream tore through the space, sounding especially horrifying.
"Up!" Hua Changfeng shouted, lifting his sister into the air instantly. Lin Feng and Qiongqi also leaped into the air almost simultaneously. Then the boat was instantly annihilated. A terrifying aura shot straight into the sky.
"Ah, no..." Horrifying screams rang out, shaking people's hearts. Lin Feng and Qiongqi landed together on a pagoda on the land. Looking back at the Wu River, the river was flowing backward. A terrifying aura of desolation surged into the sky.
"Primordial Power!" Lin Feng's expression froze. Beneath the Wu River, there was actually a powerful Primordial Power. Even the waters of the Wu River were flowing backward into the void, and the entire space was surrounded by the Wu River.
"The moon sets, the crows cry!" An ominous omen appeared in the hearts of the crowd. Was this the great calamity signified by the moon setting and the crows crying? The Wu River had actually unleashed a destructive Primordial Power!
PS: Hey, brothers, read carefully—it's until the day after tomorrow morning, not tomorrow. A little over a day, a hundred or so fresh flowers. I believe that as long as you all give it your all, the pressure won't be great!