Whoosh—
Chu Feng's figure shifted, and he rapidly drew closer. Upon landing, he found that on the surface, there was nothing unusual about this place.
But Chu Feng's Heavenly Eyes would never deceive him. Using a special technique, he penetrated deep underground.
After passing through layers upon layers of soil, just as he had suspected, through his Heavenly Eyes he discovered an entrance to a passage buried far beneath the surface.
Chu Feng entered through the entrance and found that while the passage was well-hidden, it was remarkably crude — like a burrow dug by some giant ground rat, with no signs of refinement whatsoever.
Though it lacked any ornamentation, the passage was sealed from the outside by an extraordinarily powerful yet invisible barrier. It could only be accessed through the entrance Chu Feng had found; there was no way to tunnel directly into it.
In short, this was definitely not a natural formation. Otherwise, there would not be such a formidable barrier sealing the area. And though that barrier existed invisibly, Chu Feng could sense that it was not only powerful but ancient beyond measure.
Although he could not see the barrier, Chu Feng knew that it was far beyond what a Royal-Robed Spirit World Master could construct. It had to be the work of an Immortal-Robed Spirit World Master.
"That's not right."
Suddenly, Chu Feng's gaze sharpened.
Since this place had been created by someone, there would naturally be numerous traps and obstacles. Yet he had been moving through this passage without encountering a single one.
The reason for this was not that no traps had been set — on the contrary, Chu Feng could detect that there had originally been many. They had simply been disarmed.
Moreover, they had been disarmed only recently.
"Someone has already been here before me."
"Who could it be?"
Suspicion flickered in Chu Feng's eyes. Though the traps had been cleared, he only grew more cautious. He felt that someone had very likely already entered this place — and that person might still be inside.
Yet the temptation of supreme treasures and rare materials was not something Chu Feng was willing to give up easily. He decided to take the gamble, and ultimately chose to press onward.
At long last, the passage came to an end, and the cramped tunnel gave way to a vast, open space.
At the center of this space stood a coffin, and all around it were supreme treasures and rare materials — not only an abundance of cultivation resources, but also many invaluable items useful in the art of barrier formation. To Chu Feng, every single one of them was precious.
However, surrounding the coffin and all those treasures was an ancient grand formation.
This formation was extraordinarily dangerous. In Chu Feng's eyes, it was an impregnable fortress — he could not hope to break it, and if he even drew too close, the formation's power would obliterate him in an instant.
But what surprised Chu Feng the most was that before this formation stood a person — none other than the old monk he had seen earlier.
At this moment, the old monk had also set up a formation of his own and was in the process of dismantling the ancient grand formation that sealed away the treasures and the coffin.
"An Immortal-Robed Spirit World Master?"
Looking at the barrier power woven from red and golden hues, shimmering like rosy morning clouds, Chu Feng could conclude without doubt that this old monk was indeed an Immortal-Robed Spirit World Master.
The barrier power he emanated was something Chu Feng had never encountered before. And from sensing alone, Chu Feng could tell that this power was several times more potent than his own Dragon-level Royal barrier power — the two could not even be compared.
Therefore, in Chu Feng's estimation, this was undoubtedly Immortal-grade barrier power.
"Those patterns — they're dragon patterns. He's… a Dragon-level Immortal-Robed Spirit World Master?"
Upon closer inspection, Chu Feng was even more shaken. Within that rosy, cloud-like barrier power, he could see faint dragon patterns running through it.
This meant that the old monk was not merely an Immortal-Robed Spirit World Master, but a Dragon-level one at that.
At this moment, a rare chill of fear crept through Chu Feng's heart. After all, when he had first encountered this old monk, he had actually launched an attack against him. Looking back now, that had been nothing more than an egg hurled against a rock.
Chu Feng finally understood what the old monk had said to him that day — because he had indeed been a fool.
"Scram!"
However, right at that moment, a vast and overwhelming killing intent suddenly erupted. Following close behind it, a full hundred enormous figures materialized before Chu Feng's eyes.