Nobody yet knew of
At this moment, inside the residence of the Curse Earth Gate disciples, there were twenty-one people — all twenty Curse Earth Gate disciples were present without a single one missing, and the extra person was a disciple of Azure Wood Mountain:
"You want what? You want us to deal with a disciple of your own Azure Wood Mountain — Chu Feng?" The one who spoke was called Yan Gui, the strongest among the twenty Curse Earth Gate disciples on this expedition. Like Qin Lingyun, he was a Ninth Grade Martial King.
However, compared to Qin Lingyun, this man's killing intent was extraordinarily heavy. It wasn't that he didn't want to conceal it — he simply couldn't. Moreover, the killing intent he carried was steeped in sinister malevolence, clearly a sign that he had cultivated an unorthodox Mystic Art.
That couldn't be blamed on him. From the sect leader down to the lowest disciple, everyone in the Curse Earth Gate was the same.
After all, before becoming one of the Nine Powers, the Curse Earth Gate had never been a righteous and prestigious sect. Although they had shown some restraint after gaining equal standing with the Nine Powers, many people knew that the Curse Earth Gate's cultivation methods were the most bizarre among all nine.
"This is your reward." Qin Lingyun tossed a Universe Bag toward Yan Gui.
Yan Gui caught the Universe Bag, inspected its contents, and only then did a satisfied smile appear at the corner of his mouth. "Why do you need our help? Can't you deal with that brat yourself?"
"It's not that I can't deal with him — I just can't do it openly. All you need to do is help me capture him, then hand him over to me in private," Qin Lingyun said.
"Rest assured, that's a piece of cake." Yan Gui smiled faintly and tucked the Universe Bag away.
The Ancient Ruins had finally opened.
The Nine Powers' hunt had officially begun.
This thrilling moment — the battle of conflict among the disciples of the Nine Powers — had commenced.
At present, the disciples of the Nine Powers, along with those from other smaller sects and schools — whether in groups of three to five or acting alone — had all entered the Ancient Ruins.
Each of them tightly gripped a map, studying it intently. It wasn't that they were overly cautious — they were simply afraid. Afraid of taking a wrong path, afraid of falling into danger.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the entire Martial Holy Land had been a place where ancient creatures roamed, but even now, places that could truly be called Ancient Ruins were few and far between.
The Ancient Ruins, as the name implied, were places where ancient remnant creatures still dwelled. Just thinking about the beings of that primordial era was enough to fill people with dread — who would dare to provoke them?
Moreover, apart from the ancient remnants, there were also many powerful killing formations capable of slaying people without leaving a trace.
That was why they studied their maps so carefully, terrified of taking a wrong step into territory inhabited by ancient creatures.
What's more, the Ancient Ruins were vast. Even the area of operation designated by Azure Wood Mountain covered an enormous expanse of land, making it all the more important to memorize the maps and avoid getting lost.
"As expected of the Ancient Ruins — this place is truly something else."
Upon entering, Chu Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In that instant, he felt as though he had returned to the ancient era.
He envisioned ancient titans drawing in and expelling the energy of heaven and earth, ancient powerhouses clashing with all of creation. It had been an era of extreme peril, yet also one that produced countless formidable warriors.
Unfortunately, time waited for no one. Chu Feng could never return to that era, and the powerhouses of that time had not left any traces behind.
Although this was the Ancient Ruins, and there were creatures from the ancient era, they were merely descendants from that period — it didn't mean they had actually lived during the ancient times.
In truth, the so-called ancient creatures here were nothing more than the descendants of those beings — not the truly legendary existences that had once dominated the ancient world.
After all, over tens of thousands of years, what kind of warrior could have survived? Even if a truly powerful figure somehow endured, why would they remain in a place like this?
However, Chu Feng genuinely hoped for a miracle — a miracle that would allow a powerhouse from that era to still be alive.
If such a person existed, Chu Feng would do whatever it took to meet them and hear the truth of the ancient era from their own lips.
"Chu Feng, let's travel together." Suddenly, a voice broke through Chu Feng's thoughts. It was Lin Yezhou — Lin Yezhou and the other disciples of the Spirit World Master Alliance, inviting Chu Feng to join them.