The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 311 Strange Phenomenon of a Whirlpool in the Sea Reveals a Hidden Secret (Part 2)
With a slight push of his fair, jade-like hand, the person in the coffin sat up.

This man had skin as smooth as jade, a handsome and refined appearance, a mustache, and his black hair was tied up in a style somewhat similar to that of Taoist priests and sorcerers. His exact age could not be discerned from his appearance, but deep within his dark and clear eyes lay the vicissitudes of a long life.

He was wearing a suit in the style of the Republic of China era, which gave him a strange temperament that was a mixture of old, young and retro.

This person is the true "alchemist," the first to discover the ancient existence of Penglai Immortal Mountain, a slumbering being who has been in a state of deep sleep for many years.

The person Yi Beidou killed in Penglai Immortal Mountain was merely a descendant and a disciple of this person, who was using the name of a Taoist priest to travel in the world on his behalf.

To distinguish the two, within the Pioneer Group, this person had another code name, a name that was renowned among many secretive figures in ancient times.

The Eastern King.

I wonder what year it is tonight.

The Eastern King sat up from the stone coffin and looked up at the cave ceiling, which was hundreds of meters high. A faint ray of light could be seen pouring down from it, enveloping the stone coffin.

That is the exit point of this secret place.

This secret place is also an ancient site, located thousands of meters underground, making it virtually impossible for the mortal world to explore.

brush! !

With light steps, the Eastern King shot out like an arrow, leaping dozens of meters into the air and landing on the head of a giant statue beside him.

He then took another step, his figure shooting towards the higher cliff face. In just two flashes, his figure disappeared into the exit crevice where a faint light was cast.

Not long after, in a mountainous area on the outskirts of Tokyo, Japan, the figure of the Eastern King emerged from a cave. After briefly discerning the aura, he headed towards the urban settlement.

Soon, the Eastern King had approached the area where Tokyo was located.

Standing on the edge of the city, he could already see towering buildings and vehicles of all sizes driving on the streets.

"It's even more lively than it was back then. It seems that the secular world has developed a lot in recent years."

The Eastern King muttered to himself.

He walked into the city and saw many pedestrians looking down at their phones as they walked, some even wearing earphones, dressed like "smartphone addicts".

"It seems to be some kind of communication device? Have the wired telephones of yesteryear developed to this extent? Hmm, communicating remotely through Qi (magnetic field), no wonder the Qi above the city is so chaotic."

"Interesting, but I wonder how far conventional weapons in the secular world have developed these days."

An interested look appeared in the eyes of the Eastern King.

"come here."

After observing for a while, Dong Wang waved to a young woman who seemed to have just returned from grocery shopping.

The young woman looked at him with a puzzled expression, but the next moment her eyes became somewhat unfocused. She obediently walked to the Eastern King, lowered her head, and revealed her fair neck, like a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

The Eastern King did not do anything to the woman; he simply asked her a few questions.

He quickly figured out the current era and some information about the world, and also gained a basic understanding of how to use a mobile phone.

It has been more than a hundred years since he last fully awoke.

The secular world is undergoing dramatic changes, and Japan as a whole recently experienced tremendous upheavals.

However, this young woman was just an ordinary person, and all she knew were hearsay. Apart from some information about the key figure Yi Beidou, she could not provide any more secret information.

"Martial arts are flourishing, and secrets are emerging in the world. Yi Beidou became a saint at the age of twenty-seven, ventured into Japan alone, and was hailed as the number one person in the secular world? He is truly a genius. It seems that the matter of Penglai Immortal Mountain is related to this person."

"We really need to find out more about this."

The Eastern King muttered to himself, then his figure flashed and he completely disappeared from the street. This astonishing scene went largely unnoticed by the passersby.

"Ah?"

The dazed look in the young woman's eyes vanished instantly. She seemed not to remember what had just happened and touched her head in confusion.

In the city, atop skyscrapers, Dong Wang's figure flickered like a ghost, heading towards a certain location in Tokyo based on some kind of perception he possessed.

The Fukuda family's secret estate.

The previous head of the family, Fukuda Hisashi, was killed along with the Japanese Emperor by Yi Beidou. The current head of the family is a middle-aged man named Fukuda Gen.

After Fukuda Hisashi's death, this person became the only sacred place for the Fukuda family.

The Fukuda family has a long history in Japan, and its bloodline is the same as that of the Japanese Emperor, giving it great strength and influence.

At the same time, this family was also a pawn left behind by the sorcerers to facilitate their control over Japan.

However, ever since Sagawa Sota, the founder of Gokubo Karate, killed Japan's No. 1, and under his call, taking advantage of the huge upheaval caused by Yi Beidou, a major change has occurred in the Japanese high command.

As representatives of the old forces, the Fukuda family naturally suffered great suppression during this period.

"These guys from the New Martial Arts Club are simply going too far!!"

Fukuda Gen slammed the intelligence documents in his hand, his face extremely gloomy.

Shinbusha is a group recently formed by Sagawa Sota and new masters and experts from within Japan.

The old-school Saint Realm in Japan has been killed or fled by Yi Beidou, while the new-school Saint Realm has survived his attacks and gained insights, greatly improving their strength. Now, the old-school forces are finding it difficult to suppress the new-school forces.

The election of the new Japanese emperor and the number one in Japan, as well as the major purge of the Japanese high-ranking officials, were all secretly orchestrated by Shinbusha, with the aim of eliminating the influence of the old faction.

There are even rumors that they want to abolish the Emperor.

“Father, there is an old saying in Donghua: ‘A small lack of patience can ruin a great plan.’ Now our Futian family is in decline, and our ancestor is suspected to be dead. We can only preserve our strength and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.”

A handsome young Japanese man spoke in a deep voice.

"I've heard that above that ancestor, there seems to be an even more ancient ancestor. I wonder if that ancestor is still alive. If that ancestor could intervene, he would surely be able to turn our predicament around."

"It's all Yi Beidou's fault, that damned demon!!"

Fukuda Gen said through gritted teeth, but when he mentioned the name, a look of fear crept into his eyes.

They received some updated intelligence about what was happening in the Mediterranean region.

That was a battle fought in secret, and many of the beings involved were likely no weaker than their ancestor, whose whereabouts were now unknown.

But even on such a terrifying battlefield, Yi Beidou was able to gain the upper hand and even become the final winner.

Whenever he thought of this, Fukuda Gen couldn't help but shudder.

That person could kill the previous patriarch as easily as killing a chicken. If he truly intended to kill, he would surely die, and he would not be able to escape no matter where he fled.

For the sake of my own life, I'd better keep a low profile and be patient for now. "A descendant of the Fukuda family?"

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in the empty room, causing the two to tremble and feel a chill run down their spines.

They suddenly turned their gaze toward the direction from which the sound came, only to find that there was nothing there at all.

At this, Fukuda Gen was sweating profusely, felt like he was suffocating, and felt every hair on his body stand on end.

He knew that the voice he had just heard was definitely not an illusion. He was, after all, a Saint Realm expert. Although he had used some kind of family secret technique to forcibly enhance his abilities, his perception would not be wrong.

The fact that they cannot see each other can only mean that the other party is too strong, and even if they make a commotion, they will not reveal their whereabouts, making it difficult to see each other even when they are right in front of each other.

In such a situation, their lives and deaths depend on the other's single thought.

"The descendants of the Fukuda family are rather disappointing; no wonder the situation in Japan has become what it is today."

Just then, the voice came again, and in the eyes of the two, a figure in the void gradually revealed its true form, from light to dark.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Fukuda Gen's heart pounded wildly. Looking at the man before him, he felt an overwhelming sense of reverence, as if he were facing a supreme being.

A sudden realization dawned on him, and his fear transformed into ecstasy. He sprang from his seat and knelt before the Eastern King with a thud.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

Fukuda Gen said with utmost respect.

The young man beside him opened his mouth slightly, then immediately realized what was happening and knelt down on the ground.

"You do have some discernment."

Dong Wang nodded slightly, then slowly stepped forward and sat in the main seat where Fukuda Gen had been sitting. He spoke calmly, "Tell me about what has happened in Japan and this world recently."

"Ancestor, you have finally appeared! You must stand up for us! Our national dignity is about to be stolen by foreigners!"

Fukuda Gen seemed to have seen a savior, and his face instantly showed a look of sorrow.

But the next moment.

boom! !

A terrifying pressure suddenly swept over like a mountain and a sea. This pressure was not like nothingness, but like a real mountain. Fukuda Gen's kneeling body fell to the ground with a thud, his head pressed against the ground, as if his whole body was being pressed by a heavy object. His eyes bulged out and became bloodshot, as if his eyeballs might explode at any moment.

In this sacred realm, life and death seem to hang in the balance with the Eastern King's mere thought.

"Just answer my questions truthfully, understand?"

"The Eastern King said calmly."

Fukuda Gen wanted to nod, but he could hardly move his hand; only the corner of his mouth could open and twitch slightly, as if he were begging for mercy.

The pressure on him vanished instantly, and fear filled Fukuda Gen's eyes. He dared not conceal anything and recounted to the Eastern King the changes in Japan, the secrets behind them, and the current situation in the Mediterranean region.

I dare not hide anything, nor dare I have any subjective emotions.

After saying this, Fukuda Gen and the young man knelt down on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to lift them even slightly.

After hearing what had happened, Dong Wang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly deep in thought.

The next moment, Fukuda Gen heard the knocking stop abruptly, and at the same time, there was no unusual pressure in the room.

After waiting for a while, Fukuda Gen cautiously raised his eyebrows and saw that the main seat was empty.

Only then did he dare to look around the room, only to find that the Eastern King was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't even be sure whether what he had just witnessed was real or a hallucination caused by some kind of will.

"Father, what exactly is this?"

The young man looked up and asked cautiously.

He was a direct descendant of the Fukuda family, a true aristocrat in Japan, but in front of such a person, he felt less than an ant.

"Don't ask any more questions, and don't say anything after you get out. As long as this person is still alive, everything will be resolved, and everything that belongs to our Fukuda family will be returned. All we need to do is wait quietly."

"If that ancestor was a god, then the ancestor above him was the king of all gods."

Fukuda Gen seemed to be admonishing his son, or perhaps he was talking to himself in a low voice.

Half a day later, the sky gradually darkened.

In the East China Sea, there is an area and a hundred kilometers of sea surface that have been designated as a restricted zone. At the center of this area is a mysterious zone shrouded in mist. In the waters surrounding this mysterious zone, an East China fleet is currently patrolling the outer edge of the misty area.

This is naturally the area where Penglai Immortal Mountain is located.

Today, the researchers and explorers from Donghua have settled deep on the sacred mountain, conducting various studies, and everything is in good order.

However, today, an uninvited guest appeared on this sea.

Dong Wang was still wearing a retro suit, exuding an unusual aura as he walked across the undulating sea.

The waves rolled and water splashed everywhere, but the clothes on the Eastern King's body remained dry and flowing.

It was as if there was an invisible aura around him, making it difficult for any moisture to pass through its protection.

Upon receiving the news, the Eastern King immediately realized that the source of his sense of the aura that resembled that of the Earthly Immortal Realm must be in the Mediterranean region.

He needed to get to his destination as quickly as possible, but before that, he had to make some preparations.

After all, if it really is related to the Immortal Realm, he is certainly not the only one who has awakened from slumber.

Therefore, he needed to make a trip to Penglai Mountain.

His techniques and fundamental principles are closely related to that immortal mountain.

As he stepped onto the sea, the Eastern King's brow suddenly twitched slightly.

His eyesight, comparable to that of a telescope, had already spotted a series of steel fortresses rising from the other side of the sea.

"Donghua's fleet? Donghua's military strength in the secular world seems to be among the top in the world. Very well, since we've run into each other, let's test the power of our modern weapons. After all, high-powered weapons are also a target we need to guard against in this operation."

The Eastern King muttered to himself, his figure flashing across the sea as if shrinking the distance to an inch, approaching the cruising fleet at an extremely fast speed.

(End of this chapter)