Although none of them knew what exactly this formation was for, the formation diagram alone was enough to show them how to set it up.
And so, Kong Yuehua and Kong Shenglian joined the ranks of those working on the formation.
The sight was truly spectacular. After all, these were experts gathered from every corner of the land, representing a multitude of factions, all working together toward a single purpose.
Even those who were normally at each other's throats had set aside their grudges to work side by side on the formation — and that, in itself, was astonishing.
"Master, it has been a long time."
Within the great formation, a man carrying three swords quietly made his way to a master's side.
"What a blessed meeting, what a blessed meeting. So it's you, Swordmaster of Three Swords — it really has been too long. The last time we met was at Cloud Crane Mountain, wasn't it?" Upon recognizing the newcomer, the master rose with a warm smile and set aside his work for the moment.
The sword-bearing man was none other than the Swordmaster of Three Swords from the Sword-Gazing Immortal Sect, and the master was Master Pocket.
Back on Cloud Crane Mountain, the two of them had both received Chu Feng's help, and both had lent him a hand in return.
Though their acquaintance with Chu Feng had been brief, it counted as a genuine connection.
And from the very beginning, the two of them had held Chu Feng in high regard.
"Indeed. Looking back now, it's almost hard to believe."
"Even back then, I could tell that Young Friend Chu Feng would go on to accomplish great things — but I never imagined he'd reach such heights." The Swordmaster of Three Swords shook his head in admiration, again and again.
Master Pocket surveyed the surroundings, sweeping his gaze across the spectacular scene before him, and sighed with emotion: "Such magnetism is truly remarkable. It is the mark of a king alone."
"Magnetism?" The Swordmaster of Three Swords blinked, then broke into a grin. "You're right. To be able to draw so many people here, willingly working together to lay down a formation — that is Young Friend Chu Feng's personal magnetism, no question."
"In just a few short years, he has won over countless people across the Hundred Refinements Mortal World."
With those words, the Swordmaster of Three Swords was affirming Master Pocket's assessment.
In their eyes, Chu Feng's personal magnetism was something one might not find even in a million people.
It was the magnetism of a king.
And that very recognition proved that both of them believed Chu Feng would one day become the ruler of the Hundred Refinements Mortal World.
…
Outside, a massive coalition had joined forces to lay down a formation in order to save Chu Feng — the endeavor was nothing short of monumental.
But Chu Feng knew none of it. He was still pressing forward through the Ghost Gate, all on his own.
And naturally, he continued to be tormented by those crimson blades.
By now, Chu Feng was covered in wounds from head to toe, his flesh a mangled, bloody mess — there was not a single patch of intact skin left on his body.
What made matters worse was that despite being a Royal-cloaked Spirit World Master with a wealth of miraculous healing medicines at his disposal, none of them had any effect on his injuries.
Chu Feng could not get the wounds to close, so at this point he looked absolutely terrifying — a man drenched entirely in blood.
In truth, calling him a man hardly seemed appropriate. He looked more like a monster.
Because from within those wounds, a red aura was actively emanating.
The aura surged and billowed, and the glow of blood pulsed outward — one glance was enough to chill anyone to the bone.
Any ordinary person would have long since crumbled under such torment.
But Chu Feng possessed something that set him apart from ordinary men: not only was his willpower extraordinary, but after enduring prolonged suffering, he would gradually grow accustomed to the pain.
Though Chu Feng could not escape the agony entirely, the pain he felt at this moment was no longer as sharp and vivid as it had been at the start.
In a strange way, this actually allowed Chu Feng to quicken his pace.
At last, an exit appeared ahead of him.
He cut through the last of the blades and stepped out through the opening, only to discover a pool of water.
The pool was not large, but it was crystal clear — one could see straight to the bottom.
"This pool…"
Upon seeing it, Chu Feng's eyes lit up with delight.
As a Royal-cloaked Spirit World Master, he recognized at a glance that this seemingly ordinary water possessed powerful healing properties.
Without a moment's hesitation, Chu Feng dove straight from the Ghost Gate's exit into the pool.
Sssshhhh—
The moment he plunged in, the red aura emanating from Chu Feng's body intensified dramatically, erupting like a miniature volcano. Crimson energy flooded outward in an instant, shrouding the entire area.
More importantly, centered on Chu Feng himself, a layer of red mist began to spread through the water.
The once crystal-clear pool quickly turned murky, resembling a basin filled with condensed blood.
But the pain wracking Chu Feng's body was fading with each passing moment.
"It's gone?"