As for Chu Feng, his feelings were incredibly complex.
Especially after hearing Ye Xiancheng's words that Song Yun was terminally ill, Chu Feng connected them with what Song Yun had said before leaving—that they might never see each other again.
Song Yun knew her own body best. The reluctance in her eyes just now… perhaps she truly sensed that her life was in danger?
And Chu Feng's feelings toward Song Yun were complicated.
Chu Feng could sense that Song Yun had truly been intent on killing just now. If not for Xian Miaomiao's intervention, stopping Song Yun in her tracks— Song Yun would have genuinely attacked Xiao Yu'er and the others, taking their lives and seizing their inheritances.
It was Xian Miaomiao who held her back. And with the Gate to the Heavens nearly closing, Song Yun had no choice but to leave.
But before departing, she had used her life-saving method to heal Chu Feng's weakened body.
In truth, although Chu Feng was weakened, his injuries were not fatal—he merely needed time to recover, perhaps just a bit more time than usual.
But Song Yun's power was genuinely formidable.
From a different perspective, using that kind of power just to restore Chu Feng's condition was practically a waste.
Yet it also proved that Song Yun was truly willing to give everything for Chu Feng.
This was precisely why Chu Feng's feelings toward Song Yun were so complicated.
Song Yun was genuinely cruel to others—she could discard old bonds without a second thought, as if she had no emotions at all.
But to Chu Feng, she was genuinely good.
How could one possibly judge that?
…
Deep within the Primordial Graveyard, in that vast starry sky, there were multiple spatial rifts.
If the world could see them, it would be struck with terror—for the rifts were so enormous that entire worlds could be seen being drawn into them.
In truth, those spatial rifts were harmless—they were battle scars left behind by powerful attacks.
Song Changsheng and Tianjian Qingyuan stood in the void above, both gazing with solemn expressions at the colossal entity plummeting ever deeper into the starry sky in the distance.
Only after watching the lifeless behemoth dissolve into dissipating energy did the two of them finally breathe a sigh of relief.
These two supremely powerful beings simultaneously produced treasures and slumped down upon them.
In their current state, they were like drained husks—their bodies trembling so badly they could no longer even grip their weapons.
Though they had won through their combined efforts, slaying that colossal entity had cost them dearly.
Both of them had now lost all combat capability.
"It's finally over. That wasn't easy." Tianjian Qingyuan sighed, a hint of lingering fear on her face. Had Song Changsheng not arrived, she truly wouldn't have been confident in defeating the behemoth on her own.
Though she still couldn't fathom why such a powerful existence lurked here.
At least they had won.
"Good thing you were here. Alone, I never could have fought that monster," Song Changsheng said, sharing the same sentiment.
Since "those two" had departed, the strongest person he had encountered in this martial world was Tianjian Qingyuan.
He simply hadn't expected that the Primordial Graveyard harbored something even more terrifying.
He truly wouldn't have been able to handle it on his own.
Perhaps it was the joy of victory, or perhaps the rapport forged through fighting side by side, but Tianjian Qingyuan rare cracked a smile and proactively asked: "What are your plans next? Will you head to the Ninth Heavenly River?"
Song Changsheng didn't answer, instead asking: "And you?"
"That door that Chu Feng's grandmother opened earlier—I sensed the aura within it."
"It was denser than in the ancient era."
"I have a theory. Perhaps the weakening of the eight Heavenly Rivers is connected to the Ninth Heavenly River," Tianjian Qingyuan said.
Upon hearing this, Song Changsheng's eyes lit up: "You mean the Ninth Heavenly River has been absorbing the power of the other eight?"
"That's a possibility," Tianjian Qingyuan said.
"I'm curious—what exactly happened in the late ancient era?" Song Changsheng asked.
"Actually, I want to know too," Tianjian Qingyuan said.
"You don't have those memories?" Song Changsheng asked.
"I can't remember. It's as though something has sealed my memories."
"Not only can I not recall what happened at the end of the ancient era—many things have become hazy."