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The exchange between
In an instant, the crowd erupted, and everyone began discussing it animatedly.
After all, this was the
"Silence."
Suddenly, Ying Mingchao barked out a single command.
The moment those words left his mouth, the previously noisy sea of people fell deathly quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the faint rumble emanating from the grand formation and the soft rustling of yellow sand sweeping past.
Once silence had settled, Ying Mingchao turned toward the bead connected to Chu Feng and spoke:
"Chu Feng, it's me, Ying Mingchao. How are you doing?"
"Chu Feng, wake up."
Ying Mingchao was calling out to Chu Feng.
At that moment, everyone finally understood what this grand formation was capable of.
It turned out that not only could the formation pinpoint Chu Feng's location and display the surroundings around him, but it could also facilitate direct long-distance communication with Chu Feng.
However, after Ying Mingchao's repeated attempts to reach him, doubts began to surface — whether this formation truly possessed the ability to converse with Chu Feng across such a distance.
After all, Chu Feng remained lying face-down on the ground, showing not the slightest response.
Under these circumstances, Ying Mingchao grew increasingly anxious and uneasy. It was plain to see just how deeply he worried for Chu Feng's safety.
He knew that Chu Feng was not dead, but he feared that the young man's injuries were too severe.
Truly, when one cares deeply, composure is the first thing to go.
"Judging from the situation, though Chu Feng has sustained serious injuries, they shouldn't be life-threatening."
"His prolonged silence may simply be because he just passed through the Soul-Severing Abyss," Zi Xunyi said.
"Xunyi, are you saying Chu Feng is still trapped within that illusion?" Ying Mingchao asked.
"I can't say for certain, but it's a possibility," Zi Xunyi replied.
"Then we'll wait a while longer." There was a note of helplessness in Ying Mingchao's voice when he said this.
In truth, apart from waiting for Chu Feng to wake up on his own, there was nothing any of them could do.
The Unknown Burial Ground permitted entry only to those below the True Immortal realm. Even if he wished to go in personally to help, there was simply no opportunity.
And among those present who fell below the True Immortal level, most lacked the ability to penetrate as deep as the position Chu Feng currently occupied.
So the situation now hinged entirely on Chu Feng himself. All they could do was wait for him to regain consciousness, then use this grand formation to communicate with him and guide him through whatever trials lay ahead.
…
In truth, Chu Feng was indeed immersed in an illusion.
All around him was a hazy mist — a blood-red mist, deeply unsettling.
Chu Feng stood within the crimson fog, scanning in every direction. He could see no figures, yet piercing wails assailed his ears.
Ghostly howls and wolf-like shrieks echoed through the void — part the roar of savage beasts, part the lamentation of vengeful spirits.
He could even hear the scratching of sharp claws scraping against something unseen.
When all these sounds intertwined together, the effect was profoundly terrifying. Even for someone like Chu Feng, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and an involuntary chill crept up from the depths of his heart.
"Do you wish to know where you are?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out — impossibly ancient, yet brimming with formidable power.
Chu Feng was about to respond when the voice spoke again.
"There is no need for you to know where you are. All you need to know is this — if you wish to survive, you must break through the formation that lies ahead."
"What formation?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Formation of Life and Death," the voice answered.
"It's right here?" Chu Feng asked.
"Not here, but connected to this place. Perceive it for yourself — perceive it with your heart. Whether you live or die depends entirely upon you."