Chapter 396 Power of the Storm

Mu Yunsu understood just how talented Chen Fei was, so her main focus was pointing out the unique dangers of this place.

“Because the Dao force here is chaotic,” she said, lifting her hand, “the laws themselves are different.”

A small stone near her foot suddenly shot into the air.

At first, it flew steadily—but moments later, it shattered violently, then transformed into droplets of water, scattering in every direction.

Chen Fei’s eyes widened.

It was clearly just a rock, yet it turned into water when it broke apart. This kind of transformation defied all logic!

“This is the most dangerous aspect of the Chaotic Wastelands,” Mu Yunsu said seriously. “The flowing Dao force here is invisible and formless. You must keep your divine sense active at all times. At the first sign of danger—react immediately.”

Her words weren’t just for Chen Fei; even the lazy Dao-robed youth was subtly paying more attention—his feet no longer swayed as casually.

“Here in the Chaotic Wastelands, what’s Earth-force one moment could become Water-force the next,” she continued. “These Dao forces vary in strength, but trying to resist them head-on can trigger resonant reactions, setting off a Dao Storm.”

Even someone at Heavenly Dao Realm like Mu Yunsu couldn’t help but show a flicker of dread when she spoke of it.

“If a Dao Storm is triggered, your qi will be rapidly consumed by the colliding forces. They’ll only grow stronger and more chaotic. And without replenishment… when your qi runs dry…”

She didn’t finish the sentence—but she didn’t need to.

Chen Fei knew full well: this was no joke. The leftover Dao energy here likely came from ascension-realm cultivators who had fallen, which made it far more dangerous. If a Dao Storm broke out, death might come without even understanding how.

While Mu Yunsu explained, Yan Wujiao wasn’t idle either.

The Ghost King Palace was undoubtedly an opportunity—but one full of lethal risks. The higher one’s cultivation, the greater the dangers when seeking breakthroughs.

Especially here in the Chaotic Wastelands, where remnants of Ascension-level Dao energy were everywhere. If you encountered them directly, even surviving would be a miracle.

A sudden flash of light.

This time, a man appeared—wrapped completely in robes, his face and body hidden.

Chen Fei’s gaze immediately shifted to the Dao-robed youth nearby.

Both were hiding their appearances so thoroughly—what kind of hobby was this?

Mu Yunsu glanced at the newcomer.

“You should recognize him—Tianshi.”

Chen Fei’s eyes narrowed.

He knew of the Tianshi organization well—a group notorious for hunting down and stealing the bloodlines, fortunes, and talents of geniuses. He’d always assumed they were made up of ancient, undead monsters—he didn’t expect a young, Dao-level member to show up.

Seeing his confusion, Mu Yunsu calmly explained:

“Tianshi cultivates by stealing others’ roots and fortunes. And yes… they have descendants. You could say they’re reaping the harvest from their own backyard.”

Chen Fei chuckled at that.

“They’ve hunted geniuses for so long—now it’s time for their own offspring to bear the karma.”

The Tianshi youth turned his head, his eyes flickering with cold light the moment he saw Chen Fei.

But Chen Fei didn’t flinch—he only stared back, a mocking smile in his eyes.

Nine out of ten Ghost King Tokens had already been accounted for.

Chen Fei had a good guess about the last holder—a descendant of a once ascended cultivator who had forcibly elevated himself.

Before he could dwell on it, golden light once again shimmered.

This time, two gaunt men in long robes stepped out. Behind them walked a proud and strikingly beautiful woman, her sharp eyes sweeping over everyone.

A golden imprint gleamed faintly on her forehead.

Chen Fei’s heart skipped.

That mark… it looked very much like the one on his own forehead.

Turning to Mu Yunsu, he asked,

“Sect Master, that mark on her forehead…”

“You’re right. It’s a bloodline seal,” Mu Yunsu confirmed calmly. “Just like yours.”

Chen Fei froze.

He had long known that his bloodline was… strange. Even after uncovering some of the secrets behind the Great Tribulation, he had never really connected the imprint on his forehead to anything significant.

But seeing the same kind of mark on this girl—everything began to click into place.

The Chen family… did it also descend from an Ascension Realm expert?

Or rather, from immortals themselves?

How else could such a mark be passed down?

“Greetings,” said the elder beside the girl, offering a polite nod.

The girl, however, wore a look of obvious impatience.

“My name is Ji Wugou. You better pray you don’t run into me inside the Ghost King Palace.”

Arrogant, domineering, like a child declaring sovereignty over her backyard.

Ridiculous.

Tianshi’s Yin Tianfeng sneered.

“We of Tianshi have been waiting for this day a long time.”

Ji Wugou turned to him instantly, her eyes filled with hatred.

“You’re one of those Tianshi bastards?!”

The elder behind her also stepped forward, expression turning grim.

Their family was one of the forbidden bloodline clans—feared and respected across the continent. But to Tianshi, they were perfect prey.

Any encounter between the two sides was a battle to the death.

Yin Tianfeng didn’t even try to hide his contempt.

“I wonder how long you’ll last against me. Ji clan blood… I’m looking forward to it.”

“How dare you!”

“You’re dead!”

The two elders beside Ji Wugou were enraged and attacked on the spot.

But Yin Tianfeng didn’t move. He stood motionless, confident.

“Enough!”

“This is the Chaotic Wastelands! Do you want to kill all of us?!”

Yan Wujiao and Mu Yunsu both intervened immediately, stopping the attacks.

As expected, both elders were Heavenly Dao Realm cultivators. Their clash shook the air, and even with a brief contact, the surrounding space trembled.

Even the usually patient Yan Wujiao couldn’t help cursing.

“Bastards!”

With a sweep of his sleeve, he left with his group.

Mu Yunsu followed suit, taking Chen Fei and the straw-hatted youth with her.

Not long after they left, the area they had just stood in began to shake violently.

“Is this a Dao Storm?” Chen Fei asked, watching the unfolding destruction with awe.

Mu Yunsu’s expression turned grim.

“Yes. This is a Dao Storm.”

Chen Fei’s eyes remained locked on the terrifying storm ahead, but instead of fear… he felt excitement.

The chaotic energies inside the storm were causing the Xu Tian Cauldron to tremble—a clear sign:

It could absorb the power of the Dao Storm.

This was a golden opportunity.