The Sacred Ruins 661 Uncle Chu is Angry

The father and son were shockingly similar, and their temperaments were both cold.

Uncle Ming's hair was white and his eyes were lightless. His turbid eyes were reminiscent as he watched Wei Tiansheng, recalling Wei Heng when he was young. The latter, back then, was clever and smart. But in the end, he had become so cruel.

Uncle Ming had once considered him as his own son, but now, he was entirely speechless.

In the distance, Chu Feng's eyes were like blades as he stared intently toward the front. He was working together with Xi to search for the best opportunity. He could feel Uncle Ming's anguish and sorrow.

The girl said, "Blast that red feathered Yin Sparrow to death. At the same time, use the Three Leaf Lotus to snatch that jar away!"

She simply couldn't bear to look anymore after knowing the story behind everything. The current scene was heart-wrenching, and she wanted to save the old man immediately.

Chu Feng shook his head. "Even if we attack now, we should attack that Yuwen Chengkong first. That Yin Sparrow has been crippled. The only reason he's holding on is because his sworn brother Yuwen Chengkong is giving him source energy."

Before the sacrificial altar, the Nine-Yin Sparrow finally stood alongside Yuwen Chengkong. Standing close to the latter allowed him to become stronger momentarily. Otherwise, there was no way for him to stand on the Nine Nether Planet.

The girl whispered, "After some observation, there seems to be a problem with that jar. There are at least hundreds of runes on it, and they'll activate if we take it by force."

Chu Feng nodded. The malicious Wei Heng had done something to the jar. It would probably explode in a mushroom cloud once attacked.

Chu Feng's expression was gloomy as he said, "Wait for them to send Uncle Ming onto the altar. We'll bombard the area decisively while there's no one near him. We'll save him at the same time!"

After reaching an agreement, the two began waiting for an opportunity.

The Nine Yin Sparrow was borrowing Yuwen Chengkong's cultivation so he could still activate powerful abilities. Moreover, Uncle Ming had been sealed so he couldn't kill himself even if he wanted to. All he could do was allow the other party to manipulate him.

The Nine Yin Sparrow lifted Uncle Ming's head up. Blood dripped down immediately and stained his white hair red—the latter's situation was miserable, to say the least.

"Old bastard, the first half of your life was fairly glorious. Even my ancestor had to treat you with great respect when he sought an audience with Yaoyao's father. But now, the winds have changed and your life has become quite miserable. Your family has been scattered, and most of them have died. Your home planet has been destroyed, and the ones who have escaped can be counted on one hand. It would've been fine if you had remained hidden inside your hole, but you actually dared come out. Isn't that just courting death?!"

The Nine Yin Sparrow was quite satisfied as he held Uncle Ming's head and mocked the latter mercilessly.

He felt that this time, he would surely be able to reach the saint realm. That was because he had accumulated enough experience and attainments. The only thing he needed was source power. He might be reborn after being crippled and become even stronger than before.

"Red-haired bastard bird, you grow insolent after some success. Back in the year, your race caused a ruckus in the starry sky. I went to suppress the uproar with a group of old friends and beat your ancestor up until he was howling wretchedly. You were probably still an egg when we roasted your race's saints."

Uncle Ming didn't even frown despite being in such a miserable state. Instead, he recounted old matters in an unyielding tone and mocked the Nine-Yin Sparrow.

"Old fart, you're courting death!"

The Nine-Yin Sparrow's eyes were cold and full of killing intent. He raised a single hand and almost whipped down, but then he held back the urge because he was afraid of destroying the seal. That would allow Uncle Ming to end his own life.

Wei Tiansheng spoke indifferently, "Heh, heh, grand master, you're still reminiscing about the past. You've truly become old, all you have left are those pitiful memories. You people were indeed glorious back in the day. You rampaged through the starfields and suppressed all uprisings invincibly. But what did it come to in the end? Your group of old friends has scattered and almost died out. How many are left today after that last ancient battle? Your era is past and gone now."

Apparently, Wei Heng's son was extremely clear about Uncle Ming's character and knew the latter was quite sentimental. As expected, these words caused quite a lot of pain for the old man.

That wasn't wrong. The era belonging to his generation was now gone. Especially his old friends—be it those from earth or those from other galaxies—all those who had appeared to help had been killed.

At this moment, a familiar face emerged in Uncle Ming's eyes. They were the brothers and friends who had gone through life and death with him. It was as though he had returned to the ancient era and was with them, singing, drinking, or riding forth to suppress evil...

But those people had all died. Uncle Ming felt great sorrow and was on the verge of tears. The era of glory that belonged to them, the hot-blooded the youth… everything had been buried.

How many people today remembered those people? Those brothers and friends had all died, and the sorrow was akin toa knife cutting at his heart.

"Oh distant past, our years, my brothers, I… I'm coming to accompany you!" Uncle Ming mumbled with a weak spiritual fluctuation.

The Nine-Yin Sparrow was speechless. He felt that the Xilin clan understood this person's character much better. A couple of words was able to bring tears to Uncle Ming's eyes.

Wei Tiansheng's mouth revealed a faint smile. "Grandmaster, I'm not looking down on you, but this is the truth. My father has already seen through your group since back in the day. Your sentiment is bound to be your downfall. How can you survive in this world without being ruthless? Back then, my father had seen the greater picture despite being young. That was why he left with the Xilin clan. Now, that is foresight and boldness. Later on, they won every conquest and if not for the hidden injuries caused by the survivors of earth, my father would've become a heaven-illuminator already. This kind of ability and talent isn't any weaker than princess Yaoyao."

"If your father thinks that destroying his conscience and humanity is a good thing, then so be it. That's his choice," Uncle Ming replied rigidly.

Wei Tiansheng said, "Grandmaster, you won't be lonely after you go down. I'll find your old friends' bodies and burn them too. That way, you can all meet again down there. Ashes to ashes."

"You animal, what the hell do you want?!" Uncle Ming was furious. His old friends had all met bitter ends. Couldn't they even rest in peace? Wei Tiansheng was even crueler than his father. He was actually trying to do such a thing.

"You know what I want, don't you? On which planet is the Robbery Induction Breathing Technique hidden?" Wei Tiansheng asked.

Uncle Ming's voice was weak, but it contained unwavering determination. "Give it up. The breathing technique has been taken away long ago. If you really want it, you can go over to the broken cosmos and seek out Yaoyao and the Sagemaster. Do you dare?"

Wei Tiansheng was disdainful. "Taken? It's just a random person from earth, they won't get very far. Chu Feng, is it? I'll squish him to death with a single hand. I'll let him prance about for a while, but once the seals on the home planet come loose, our army will enter in full force. At that time, no number of heaven's chosen ones will do. All of them are mere ants!"

Afterward, he smiled effeminately and said, "Enough, time for you to be on your way. I promise I'll dig up your friends and reduce them to ashes. Then I'll throw them onto the Nine Nether Planet to accompany you. After all, those people were personally destroyed by my father. I know where they're all buried."

Uncle Ming gritted his teeth. "You little animal, you're worse than a beast. Your cultivation isn't comparable to your father, but your malice is even greater!"

His emotions were fluctuating with great intensity after thinking about this brothers' tragic fate. He then felt sad after thinking about how those dead people would be dishonored. Back then, they were heroes who had shaken the entire world. How could they have fallen to such disgrace?

Could it be that good people never live long and the evil people don't die? Uncle Ming was both furious and sad.

Chu Feng saw and heard everything clearly, and his chest was about to explode from anger. He had never seen people he wanted to kill more than Wei Heng and Wei Tiansheng. The two were evil, ruthless, and their behavior simply filled one's chest with flames. Only killing them would calm the rage.

In front of the altar, the Nine Yin Sparrow was trembling. He had discovered how terrifying this Wei Tiansheng was. Just this short moment was enough to make the old man howl in sorrow. The Wei family father and son were indeed frightening.

"Grandmaster, take care on the road. I'll send you off here in my father's stead. Go in peace, but don't think about reincarnating. Regardless of whether there's such a thing as the afterlife, I'll make sure you won't have the chance. You'll be destroyed in both form and soul."

Wei Tiansheng said this indifferently. After that, he spoke no more and only stood on the side with his hands behind his back.

The Nine Yin Sparrow laughed loudly. "Old fart, I'm rather delighted to see you so sad. Right now, you'll have to help me become a saint. The mere thought of it is satisfying. Time for you to ascend the sacrificial altar!"

He was quite happy as he thought about the scene of his ascension to a saint.

At this time, he lifted Uncle Ming's head and place it on the sacrificial altar. Then, he jumped over to the other altar and sat facing it.

"Behold, the Nine Yin Sparrow becomes a saint today!" The Nine Yin Sparrow shouted thus, rallying the world with his rumbling voice and shaking the dark land.

At this moment, Chu Feng's eyes were red. He had seen everything just now—Uncle Ming's pain and sorrow almost brought him to tears. He was callous against his enemies, but he still had emotions. He could no longer hold back after seeing Uncle Ming being wronged like so.

"Attack!"

Chu Feng gritted his teeth. He had endured for far too long.

Tsch!

A green leaf flew out and turned into a beam of flowing light. It passed through the void silently and arrived before the altar. Then, it enveloped Uncle Ming's head and fled in the blink of an eye.

"You dare?!"

"Who?!"

"Kill!"

Numerous thunderous voices emerged from the altar. Everyone was shaken and infuriated. The group was made up of saints and quasi-saints, but someone actually dared rob them?

Boom!

In truth, Xi had already taken action against Yuwen Chengkong just as the green leaf enveloped Uncle Ming's head with runes.

The Nine Yin Sparrow was an empty shell. The bird would be crippled immediately once Yuwen Chengkong was finished.

"Give me a saint weapon, I must slaughter Wei Tiansheng personally!" Chu Feng shouted.

Chapter end