Though the Divine Deer had not continued to help him, Chu Feng was not disappointed.
In truth, before all this, he had never expected the Divine Deer to rescue him.
Chu Feng had truly believed he was going to die.
When he had been enduring those people's torture earlier, he had genuinely prepared himself for death.
The fact that the Divine Deer had saved him was already an unexpected gift, and Chu Feng was immensely grateful.
"Senior, regardless of everything, thank you."
"The kindness you have shown this junior, this junior will always remember."
"When the day comes that you need this junior's help, please do not hesitate to ask."
"This junior will climb mountains of blades and wade through seas of fire to repay you."
Though the Divine Deer did not respond, Chu Feng continued speaking.
He knew the Divine Deer could hear every word he said.
In truth, everything Chu Feng was experiencing now, the Divine Deer should be able to see it all.
Otherwise, she would not have appeared so precisely at the moment of his peril, time after time.
After pouring out these heartfelt words, Chu Feng did not dare to linger. He sprang into action.
He knew those Flying Flower Studio disciples had likely already gone to report back.
He had to seize that celestial treasure as quickly as possible.
If he delayed, he might lose his chance entirely.
With that thought, Chu Feng set off at once to search for the Spirit World Master who controlled this place.
Though the area was vast, Chu Feng's powers of observation were formidable.
Before long, he was drawn toward an immense wave of power.
Following it, he finally laid eyes upon the main formation of this place.
The power of the main formation went without saying — it was worthy of the Flying Flower Studio's Sect Leader's craftsmanship, truly extraordinary. The force of this formation was something Chu Feng could only look up to in his current state.
And at the very center of that main formation, a massive bronze cauldron hovered in the air.
Though the cauldron was sealed, it still could not suppress the aura radiating from within.
Chu Feng guessed that the celestial treasure must be inside that bronze cauldron.
Outside the cauldron, rows upon rows of heavenly materials and earthly treasures were arranged, every single one invaluable.
There were even many such treasures that Chu Feng had never seen before.
And outside the cauldron, a gray-haired old man stood, controlling everything within this place.
This gray-haired old man had wild, disheveled hair, like a madman.
He stood barely a meter tall, extremely short in stature.
Though much of his face was obscured by the tangled hair and beard, one could still tell that he was an ugly man by nature.
No further thought was needed — Chu Feng knew at once that this had to be the Flying Flower Studio's guest elder.
However, this guest elder was not the only living being present.
Surrounding him, alongside all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, lay numerous figures.
The largest of those figures stood a full thousand meters tall, like a mountain peak laid flat upon the earth.
The smallest was merely half a foot in size.
Some were demon beasts, some were fierce beasts, and others were living beings born from celestial treasures.
In this place, there were more than ten thousand such creatures.
Without exception, every one of them was in a wretched state.
Their blood and the power of their bloodlines were being continuously drained by the formation, flowing into the bronze cauldron.
Under this condition, many creatures had already failed to endure and perished.
Those that still lived were in no better shape — the majority were extremely weak.
"Flying Flower Studio is truly an organization that should be eliminated."
Seeing this scene, Chu Feng concluded that this guest elder was no good person either.
As the saying goes, a gentleman pursues wealth but takes it through proper means.