Chapter 409 Fate Is Unfathomable

Jiu Yao stood triumphantly before the roaring Immortal Truefire, smug and confident.

But as he watched, something began to feel… off.

The flames, which had been burning steadily, suddenly began to ripple with strange fluctuations.

And the ripples were growing wider and stronger by the second.

It was only then that Jiu Yao realized something was wrong.

“Impossible! This is my domain! How is he absorbing my power?!”

His pupils shrank in disbelief.

The flames that had surrounded Chen Fei quickly began to fade, revealing his unharmed body within.

A protective aura shimmered around him, and any Immortal Truefire that came too close was instantly extinguished—causing the bizarre fluctuations in the fire.

“Impressive technique,” Chen Fei said, eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked at Jiu Yao.

But to Jiu Yao, those words were a humiliation.

“Damn it!”

Feeling his fire rapidly depleting, Jiu Yao didn’t dare drag this out any longer. With a wave of his hand, he forcibly recalled the Immortal Truefire.

As his energy drained, he couldn’t help but feel heartache.

This guy is insane…

To be able to absorb the fire in his own domain?

Jiu Yao’s gaze toward Chen Fei became tinged with fear.

“Guess it’s my turn now, isn’t it?” Chen Fei smiled, clearly not finished.

The Immortal Truefire’s energy was so rich that he actually didn’t want to give it up.

With a cold snort, Jiu Yao’s Golden Crow behind him let out a sharp cry and transformed into a streak of golden light, hurtling straight at Chen Fei.

But Chen Fei instantly saw through his intentions.

“Trying to run now? Isn’t it a bit late for that?”

With a boom of energy beneath his feet, Chen Fei launched forward like a black shadow, directly intercepting the fleeing Golden Crow light.

Jiu Yao’s expression darkened.

This guy… he’s relentless!

Cursing under his breath, Jiu Yao didn’t dare linger. His gray robes shimmered as he shot toward the top of the staircase.

In that brief exchange, Jiu Yao had already developed a deep fear of Chen Fei.

What confused him most was how Chen Fei, who had clearly been suppressed at the start, suddenly exploded with such overwhelming power.

Was he faking weakness from the beginning?!

Had Chen Fei heard that, he would’ve scoffed.

The timing had just been unfortunate—he hadn’t expected the Blood Amber Pearl, after becoming a spirit treasure, to cause trouble for the Void Heaven Cauldron.

Otherwise, Jiu Yao wouldn’t have gotten so many clean hits in.

As Jiu Yao escaped in a flash of golden light, Chen Fei’s eyes lit up with anticipation.

“A magic treasure, huh?” he muttered with a fiery gleam in his eyes.

He gave chase at full speed and, in the blink of an eye, crossed the stairs and entered the upper plaza.

“Quick! Stop him!” Jiu Yao shouted in panic.

His cry immediately halted the battle taking place in the square. All eyes turned toward him.

Jiu Yao darted toward Xing Zheng and Fan Chen, joining their group.

At this point, the battlefield had split into two clear sides:

Yin Tianfeng and Ji Wugou on one side, locked in an even duel.
On the other side, Dao Tong was being battered by Fan Chen and his companions.

His robes were in tatters, and the straw hat he usually used to hide his face had long been lost, revealing a baby-faced man.

There was even blood at the corner of his mouth—evidence of the fierce siege he had endured.

Chen Fei, upon seeing Dao Tong’s face, finally understood why he always wore a hat.

It wasn’t just a childish face—it looked like the features of a two- or three-year-old toddler, awkwardly stretched over the body of a grown man.

The contrast was almost eerie.

“Pretty lively scene you’ve got here,” Chen Fei said with a grin.

Fan Chen frowned.

Qin Shuang narrowed her eyes and instinctively stepped back.

Fairy Tao Jing and Xing Zheng also looked at Jiu Yao, but none of them spoke.

“Dao Tong, you alright?” Chen Fei asked as he approached.

“I’m fine,” Dao Tong replied, shaking his head.

“Well then, I guess there’s no point in following the rules anymore. You guys think it’s fine to gang up on someone just because we’re outnumbered?”

“Come on, I’ll take you all on,” Chen Fei grinned at Fan Chen.

It was an outrageous taunt.

But none of Fan Chen’s group responded immediately.

Each of them had their own considerations.

Fan Chen finally snorted.

“We’re out of time. Let’s go. There’ll be plenty of chances to fight later.”

He turned and led the group toward a black light gate.

Qin Shuang moved even faster, entering first.

Though Jiu Yao was still furious, he didn’t reveal Chen Fei’s strange power.

He simply gave Chen Fei one last look before disappearing into the light.

Opposite the black gate, there was a golden one.

“This is the Yin-Yang Plaza,” Dao Tong explained.

“Either path leads to the heart of the Ghost King Hall—the Hall of Thought.”

Chen Fei nodded.

Their strengths weren’t drastically different. Even if they fought, killing Jiu Yao’s group outright would be impossible.

Now that the evil cultivators and demons had chosen the Yin Gate, only the Yang Gate remained.

Chen Fei looked up at the glowing golden portal.

“Forget it. I’m done fighting,” said Ji Wugou as she recalled her magic artifacts, storing them back into her pouch.

Then she glanced at Yin Tianfeng.

“This is a once-in-a-thousand-years event for the Ghost King Hall. If we’re going to fight, let’s do it in the main hall.”

“Suit yourself,” Yin Tianfeng replied flatly, then turned to look at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei raised an eyebrow and began walking toward him.

Dao Tong grabbed his arm and shook his head slightly.

“Don’t be rash. He’s very strong.”

Chen Fei nodded, then faced Yin Tianfeng.

The latter had already approached.

“Looks like your Ten Direction Gate had quite a harvest.”

“Sure did. Want it? Come and take it,” Chen Fei replied, meeting his gaze without fear.

Yin Tianfeng sneered.

“No rush. It’s fine if you hold onto it for now. When I need it… I’ll come get it.”

He turned and walked into the Yang Gate.

Chen Fei narrowed his eyes.

Dao Tong’s expression grew solemn.

“I watched him fight just now… There’s something strange about his technique. I can’t read him.

Now that he’s set his sights on you, you need to be very careful.

Everyone from Tian Si is dangerous.”

Chen Fei smiled faintly.

“Haven’t seen anyone more arrogant than me in a long time.

Interesting. Really interesting.”

He stepped forward and walked toward the Yang Gate.

“Wonder what treasures are waiting in there. Let’s go!”

Dao Tong furrowed his brows and glanced at his palm.

He was holding three copper coins—but all three had cracked in half.

With a sigh, he murmured:

“Heaven’s will must not be revealed… So be it.”

He opened his hand. The shattered coins crumbled into ash, drifting away between his fingers.

There was a deep unease in Dao Tong’s expression.

He was long accustomed to peering into fate, but this was the first time he had encountered such uncertainty.

And it left him feeling deeply unsettled.