Chapter Eleven: The Nameless Blood Book

  "What's wrong? You seem to have a lot of doubts about this book?" A voice interrupted Lu Yufeng's reverie.

  "It turned out to be the old man, please ask the old man, when was the ancient times? What happened after the ancient times? Why didn't this book record it?" The person is the elder of the Cangjing Pavilion, no one knows what the elder's surname is, what his name is, or what his cultivation is, only knowing that even the master of the Yunyang Sect has to call the elder "senior".

  "Haha, Feather Wind, the ancient times were a very, very long time ago. What happened after that, who knows? This book is just some speculation by our predecessors, and Cloud Sun Sect is just a small school with incomplete records. Maybe this book is also fabricated. After all, the ancient times are so distant, who can survive from such a faraway era? But you, little one, aren't simple at all." The elder looked at Lu Yu Feng with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression, as if trying to see through him.

  "What's written in this book is true, you can take a look, you have hope!" The old man handed over a book from the other side to Lu Yufeng. After saying something that Lu Yufeng didn't understand, he turned around and left.

  Lu Yu Feng held the book handed over by Gong Lao, his heart churning with thoughts, "Could it be that my disguise has been seen through by Gong Lao? Otherwise, what did he mean by these words?"

  The hidden means is one of Lu Yufeng's biggest secrets, and it has been his persistence for so many years. Lu Yufeng, who knows human nature well, does not want to expose his own secret.

  "Alas!" Lu Yufeng sighed and sat down to read the book handed over by Gong Lao.

  On the second floor, at the edge of the stairs, the old man who had just disappeared reappeared, looking at Lu Yifeng's back and muttering to himself: "This kid is not simple, he has eight layers of Qi, I don't know what he realized in his seventh layer of enlightenment, could it be that he used this method to hide his cultivation?" As he thought, he shook his head and disappeared again.

  Lu Yufeng looked at the book in his hand, opened it and started reading. This book had no title, nor any introduction. However, when Lu Yufeng opened this book, he immediately felt a great commotion in his heart, unable to calm down for a long time.

  Respect my predecessors!

  Why were we born after you, why can't we withstand that one battle! Why didn't you leave behind the reason for the battle! You should know, because of your one battle, how many Wu Mu Xing cultivators were locked up, and we could never take that step forward! What's all this for? Why?! Are we not supposed to have a broader space, are we just waiting for the legacy you left behind to pass our days?! I offer my blood as sacrifice, hoping you can give us an answer! We're not afraid of death, we're not afraid of stagnant cultivation, we just want an answer! We want to know why you left alone!

  Lu Yufeng's heart suddenly trembled slightly. This was a blood book left by someone with their lifeblood. What was the reason for this? Lu Yufeng immediately continued to look back.

  Inspire my younger generation!

  You are lucky, and you are unlucky! Your world has less intrigue and bloodshed! However, you are a group of abandoned souls! You don't have complete cultivation methods, superior cultivation resources, or spiritual energy-rich blessed lands! But I want to tell you that you can't give up! Because on your back, you carry a heavy burden! You must become someone who lives with clarity, and you must know why we are this way! Why we are abandoned people?!

  Abandoned Soul

  There aren't many words in this book, just these few characters, but the infinite anger revealed between the lines makes Lu Yufeng truly feel it.

  Lu Yu Feng suddenly seemed to understand something, that he couldn't break through the ninth layer for a long time, on one hand because his comprehension was not enough, and on the other hand due to the lack of spiritual energy. If it weren't for the lack of spiritual energy, he could have forcibly broken through the shackles of the ninth layer.

  "So, in the wider space, there is a thicker spiritual energy, and more people can impact the ninth layer of Qi?" Lu Yu Feng guessed from this book that perhaps outside, there are still spaces, so there will be more opportunities for people to obtain this chance to break through the ninth layer! Because, Lu Yu Feng, who crossed over from another world, did not find any trace of Earth in these classics.

  Lu Yu Feng suddenly felt a surge of anger, "This is a place abandoned by our predecessors, we are the ones abandoned by our predecessors!" Thinking about this, Lu Yu Feng couldn't help but get angry. From what he read in the book, the loss of spiritual energy was due to the great wars fought by their predecessors, which disrupted the natural development of Wumu Star and not only that, it also made the younger generations bear the mistakes they committed.

  "Alas, the inferior roots of human nature are fully displayed. " Lu Yufeng couldn't help but sigh. Although Lu Yufeng didn't know what had happened to these predecessors, wherever there were people, there would be struggles, and the reasons for these powerful beings' struggles were nothing more than cultivation resources.

  "If one day, I, Lu Yu Feng, can set foot out of Wumu Star and follow in the footsteps of my predecessors, I must find them, I must ask them why they abandoned us." Lu Yu Feng was also a hot-blooded young man, silently making a promise in his heart, not knowing for whom he made this promise, but somehow, Lu Yu Feng felt that he should do so.

  Lu Yu Feng did not know that at the moment he made this promise in his heart, a sudden reversal of the clear sky occurred above the entire Wummu Star, attracting the attention of many cultivators. However, this situation only lasted for an instant before disappearing, leaving those cultivators momentarily startled.

  "Alas, the spiritual energy of today is so scarce, how many talents have been ruthlessly strangled by reality, what qualifications do I have to leave this Wumeng star, and what qualifications do I have to follow in the footsteps of my predecessors." Lu Yufeng suddenly thought of the current situation, and also felt a sense of despair.

  Put the book back in its original place, out of the scripture hall, feeling a bit down, "the more I know, the more I feel my own ignorance"

  The sky was getting darker, and although Lu Yu Feng felt his stomach empty, he had no appetite to eat at this moment, so he returned to his residence to meditate.

  The next morning, Lu Yu Feng sat on the Wind Cloud Cliff again. This was Lu Yu Feng's favorite place to cultivate because he could see the first rays of sunlight shining down on the earth!

  In the morning when the sun just rises, the spirit is the most intense. Watching the sunrise is also a kind of baptism for one's mood.

  The sun slowly rose, and Lu Yu felt that today's sunrise was a bit different from the usual one. The warm sunlight gently stroked the earth, as if it were caressing a wounded soul. A passionate yet profound feeling warmed the entire land, as if wanting to hold this piece of land in its own heart and cherish it dearly.

  Lu Yu's heart was suddenly filled with a sour and astringent feeling, he didn't know how to vent it, nor did he know where this bitter feeling came from.

  "Is it because of the sun? But it's not the first time I've seen the sunrise, why haven't I had this feeling before." Lu Yufeng fell into silence, even his daily persistent qigong practice was abandoned today.

  Lu Yu sat for a whole morning, and it wasn't until noon that he came to his senses from this sour and astringent feeling. Looking up at the sun again, this feeling didn't appear anymore. He stood up, shook his head, and walked down the mountain with some despair.

  In the following months, Lu Yu Feng continued to watch the sunrise every morning, and each time he would feel a strong sense of melancholy. Then, on the Wind Cloud Cliff, he sat in meditation, and his days passed simply. Moreover, Lu Yu Feng had also put down his obsession with reaching the ninth level, deciding to figure out the source of the bitterness in his heart before attempting to break through to the next realm. After all, it had already been nearly ten years, and Lu Yu Feng didn't know if he should continue on or not.

  Today, Lu Yufeng came early to watch the sunrise, and the sun slowly rose from the horizon, bringing with it a wave of sourness. As the sun climbed higher, the sourness grew stronger, and for some reason, Lu Yufeng felt that today's sourness was particularly intense. The spiritual energy in his dantian, which had been still for months, began to stir violently. Lu Yufeng slowly calmed his mind and closed his eyes.

  After calming down, Lu Yufeng vaguely felt a surge of emotions slowly rising up. He himself couldn't understand what kind of emotion it was, with a bit of bitterness, heartache, and even some anger... mixed in with all sorts of inexplicable emotions.

  Suddenly, Lu Yufeng felt a mysterious aura enveloping himself, and then he opened his eyes to find that everything in front of him had changed. He was no longer sitting on the Wind Cloud Cliff, but instead felt as if he was floating in mid-air, his feet stepping on nothingness. Lu Yufeng's heart skipped a beat as he realized he was actually suspended in the air.

  "What's going on?" A thread of fear emerged in Lu Yufeng's heart, his own cultivation was far from enough, why could he float in the air?

  "Old nose, why did you kill my disciple and bully the Wàn Dāo Mén when no one is around?" A loud shout broke into Lù Yǔ Fēng's thoughts. Mù Fēng looked up to see two people standing opposite each other in the distance, one an old Daoist holding a feather duster, the other with a golden sword on his back, looking exceptionally fierce.

  "Hmph, Jin Wanda, you killed my disciple first with your Wanda Gate's deadly strike. I had no choice but to retaliate. You're a wicked person who dares to accuse others first?" The old Taoist holding the feather duster must be the so-called "Cow Nose". Then the one standing opposite him should be Jin Wanda.

  "Hmph, you cow nose, today no matter what I will kill you to avenge my disciple. Look at the knife..." Jin Wanda said, drawing out the golden knife from behind his back and chopping at the person in front of him, separated by dozens of feet. The golden knife condensed into a true yuan chopping knife in mid-air, its blade shining horizontally as it chopped down towards the person's head.

  "Old thief, when I'm afraid you won't make it, come on...". The person in front saw Jin Wandao take out his hand without mercy, and immediately waved his dust-removing broom, sending out ten thousand white fluff to strike the knife.