Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1298 - 890 Kunpeng dies, chaos erupts

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kunpeng’s transformation into the Ruined Land roared, and as Jiang Chen moved, a vast world was created, rapidly devouring the essence of the old Kunpeng.

It was clear that the breath of old Kunpeng was getting weaker, and he had even fallen to the point where he no longer had the ability to undo the Divine Ability "Ruined Land" and revert to his original form.

He could only watch helplessly as his essence progressively decreased, becoming the nourishment for the gradually expanding world within the depths of the Ruined Land.

Now, old Kunpeng was like fish on Jiang Chen’s chopping block, without any power to resist. His downfall was only a matter of time.

"Ha ha! Who would have thought that I, Kunpeng, after dominating my entire life, would actually fall into the hands of a junior like you. How ridiculous."

From within the Ruined Land, old Kunpeng’s laughter could be heard. There was no unwillingness, only self-mockery, as if he was very indifferent about his own life and death.

He had accepted his fate. At this point, his downfall had become inevitable; even a Saint could not save him now. Once the world inside him was fully formed, that would be the time of his fall.

Moreover, even destroying that world would not save him but would hasten his death instead. A world that was half-formed, if it exploded within him, would obliterate him entirely.

Thus, old Kunpeng felt certain about his death; no one could save him.

"Seeing how composed you are, it seems you have some sort of backup plan for resurrection," Jiang Chen said to old Kunpeng while he continued to create the world.

It was common for Great Divine Transcendents to prepare means for resurrection during their lives. Therefore, it was very difficult to completely kill a Great Divine Transcendent; one must not only kill them but also utterly destroy all their means of resurrection.

This would only put them into a deep sleep, unable to appear in the world for a long time. Completely killing a Great Divine Transcendent was something even Saints could not accomplish.

As long as the Chaos World exists, all fallen Great Divine Transcendents theoretically have the possibility of resurrection, even Yu the Great, who was said to never be able to resurrect, was included.

The Chaos World is incomplete; therefore, nothing is absolute. All things have a sliver of hope for life, which is the gift Pangu Great God left to all beings.

"I’m curious about the means of resurrection you’ve left behind that makes you so confident you can revive. You should know that the last person who would want your resurrection is not from the Human Race, but your arch-enemy Zhen Yuanzi."

"Even without the intervention of the Human Race, Zhen Yuanzi himself would do everything possible to destroy all your means of resurrection to eliminate the possibility of your revival."

Jiang Chen was very curious about what means of resurrection old Kunpeng had left behind. Although Great Divine Transcendents usually prepare numerous means of resurrection, under normal circumstances, these are essentially unnecessary.

Because those who can kill them also possess the capability to destroy their means of resurrection.

And old Kunpeng’s situation was even more special since he also had a sworn enemy, Zhen Yuanzi, known as the ancestor of Earth Immortals.

Now that Kunpeng had fallen, the means of resurrection he had left behind may deceive others, but what possibility is there of deceiving Zhen Yuanzi, who had studied him for many years?

That’s why Jiang Chen was confident that old Kunpeng was doomed, because he knew well that Zhen Yuanzi would not let old Kunpeng survive.

Offending either the Human Race or Zhen Yuanzi might not lead to old Kunpeng’s death, but offending both sealed his fate.

"Hehe, there’s nothing to hide, old ancestor. I was born deep within the Ruined Land, and my means of resurrection are there. If you dare, just go inside and try to disrupt them."

Old Kunpeng did not conceal it, but rather revealed his backup plan directly.

He spoke calmly, but Jiang Chen felt that he was talking nonsense. The depths of the Ruined Land were not something he hadn’t visited before, and it did not seem at all like a place capable of nurturing life.

Jiang Chen believed that Kunpeng was deliberately saying this to lure them into the depths of the Ruined Land, where they would be trapped forever and never return.

The depths of the Ruined Land even posed certain risks to Saints, let alone them.

If they really went, they would most likely not return. In doing so, Kunpeng would have taken out several enemies without lifting a weapon, which would be really worthwhile.

"No matter what means of resurrection you have left, after your demise, you won’t be able to appear between Heaven and Earth for a long time. Just that is enough. Later, when you reappear, the Human Race would have grown to a point where you would have to look up to us."

"Kunpeng, may you rest in peace!"

Finding no more to inquire, Jiang Chen stopped talking and continuously wielded the Heaven-Opening Axe, ready to escort old Kunpeng on his final journey.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the swings of the Heaven-Opening Axe, Kunpeng’s transformation into the Ruined Land became more and more ethereal, while the world inside it grew vaster.

On the land, mountains and great rivers emerged simultaneously; above the sky, the Sun, Moon, and Stars were successively born.

"Kunpeng, it’s over!"

The Great Divine Transcendents who were secretly watching this battle couldn’t help but sigh deeply in their hearts, feeling especially conflicted.

A fellow Daoist and friend for many years had fallen today, and being killed by a junior made everyone’s feelings complicated, inevitably giving rise to thoughts that they too were getting old.

They were not without the desire to save old Kunpeng. Although the ancestor of humanity was powerful, how could the Mystic Sect be weak? If they really resolved to save old Kunpeng, the appearance of a Half-step to Saint or even the Emperor himself, a true Saint, would not stop them.