The sight of that coffin sent a tremor through Chu Feng's heart.
He could feel an extraordinarily powerful force — a might unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Those world spirits were already so powerful that they made Chu Feng feel as insignificant as a speck of dust.
But the moment this coffin appeared, even those formidable world spirits paled into insignificance.
The gap in power had reached an almost unimaginable extreme.
Yet this overwhelming force was not one of martial might — it was the power of... barriers.
It was the power of barriers, but unlike any barrier force Chu Feng had ever sensed before.
It was as if the most powerful barrier energy in the entire world had been concentrated within that coffin.
And when that coffin appeared, Chu Feng suddenly became certain of something.
"Disciple Chu Feng pays respects to the Founding Ancestor."
Without hesitation, Chu Feng dropped into a deep bow toward the coffin.
Yet the moment he made that gesture, the coffin — which had just floated out from the stone forest — came to a sudden halt.
The coffin shifted, turning to face Chu Feng directly.
And those powerful world spirits all stopped in their tracks, every single one turning their gaze toward Chu Feng.
In that instant, Chu Feng felt an immense wave of pressure bear down on him.
It was not only Chu Feng who felt it — even Yusha, inside the World Spirit Space, was crushed under the weight of it.
She hurriedly shut her eyes, unable to keep looking.
The oppressive force was simply too much for her to bear.
But Chu Feng did not retreat. Instead, he stared straight ahead, meeting the gazes of those world spirits head-on.
It was not that Chu Feng failed to feel the pressure.
On the contrary, the pressure he bore was far beyond anything Yusha had experienced.
But Chu Feng refused to back down. He sensed that this pressure might be a kind of test — if he retreated now, it would all be over.
Though he did not retreat and met those powerful world spirits' gazes directly, there was not a shred of defiance in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with reverence and respect.
CRACK—
CRACK—
CRACK—
Before long, a series of strange sounds emanated from within the coffin.
Then, a beam of light shot straight out from the coffin, enveloping Chu Feng completely.
Once the light settled, Chu Feng's vision was sealed off — all he could see was a radiant white glow.
But soon, the white light faded away.
When it dissipated, Chu Feng found that he had entered an entirely different world.
In this world, everything was white. White ground, white sky — even every blade of grass, every tree, and the distant mountain peaks were white.
Even the waterfalls cascading down from the mountaintops were white.
"Where is this?"
Now free from the oppressive pressure, Yusha finally dared to open her eyes.
Yet the sight before her stirred a peculiar emotion within her.
Everything here was so immaculately pure, without a single speck of dust. The feeling could not quite be called sacred, for there was no oppressive force whatsoever — if anything, it made one feel boundedly serene.
What this place offered was a sense of holiness — a holiness that was flawless and unblemished, something Yusha, as a young woman, found deeply pleasing.
But compared to Yusha, Chu Feng was practically ecstatic.
"It worked."
"I've triggered the opportunity here."
"Zuoqiu Youyu and Zuoqiu Yanliang's aura trails will be rendered useless."
"Even if they find the endpoint, they won't be able to activate the opportunity."
"What's more, Zuoqiu Youyu might even run into danger."
Chu Feng said.
"Then will Xia Yan and the others be in danger too?" Yusha asked.
"No. Only Zuoqiu Youyu will. I saw his aura trail map — the place he's heading is a perilous one."