The Demon Spirit King had once been an object of fear in everyone's eyes.
But when they realized that the Demon Spirit King had also come for that aura, he would naturally break through the barrier.
Especially after seeing the Demon Spirit King driving his black war chariot closer and closer to the barrier, people's gazes actually grew heated.
At this moment, the Demon Spirit King was no longer merely an object of fear — he had also become a beacon of hope.
Everyone was counting on him to shatter the sealing barrier so they could get a look at the true face of that aura.
But who would have thought that the Demon Spirit King wouldn't strike directly? Instead, after arriving before the sealing barrier, he suddenly came to a halt.
"Daoist Long Nine, open the gate."
The Demon Spirit King spoke toward the sealing barrier.
"Daoist Long Nine? Was it Daoist Long Nine who set up this sealing barrier?"
"A figure like Daoist Long Nine has actually come here too?"
Upon hearing the name "Daoist Long Nine," the expressions of the crowd shifted once more.
"Daoist Long Nine — who exactly is he?"
Chu Feng looked toward Tao Wu.
"This old man is an outsider and doesn't know much about the martial artists of this place. But as far as I'm concerned, whether it's Long Nine or Long Eight, none of them can stop me."
Tao Wu was putting on a thoroughly arrogant display.
"Daoist Long Nine is not someone you can afford to look down on."
"I'll put it this way — if only Daoist Long Nine himself had come today, that would be one thing. But if his other elder brothers are also here, we might as well just leave."
"Because whatever benefits are to be had here will have absolutely nothing to do with us."
Old Cat said.
"Old Cat, what exactly is this Daoist Long Nine's background?"
Seeing Old Cat's reaction, Chu Feng grew even more curious.
"Daoist Long Nine was originally an orphan. He became sworn brothers with eight other orphans — all orphans like himself — and they discovered a fortuitous opportunity at a Daoist temple, after which they began cultivating."
"They sequestered themselves in closed-door cultivation from the time they were still juniors, and that cultivation lasted a full thirty thousand years."
"When they emerged, though they were already aged men of thirty thousand years, they had simultaneously become Spirit World Masters that others could only look up to."
"Before long, their fame spread across the entire vast Martial Cultivation World, and they came to be known as the Nine Totem Daoists."
"The reason they earned such a title is that Daoist Long Nine, who holds the rank of Dragon God Robe, is actually the weakest among the nine brothers."
"It is said that even the Seven Worlds Holy Temple once extended an olive branch to them, but they refused."
Old Cat explained.
Having said that, Old Cat used a secret voice transmission to add further words to Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, you absolutely must not provoke Daoist Long Nine. I'll put it plainly — in the current Totem Heavenly River, few dare to provoke those brothers."
"Even the Totem Dragon Clan has to give them a certain measure of respect."
Old Cat warned in a solemn tone.
"So that's another tremendously powerful figure, then."
Learning that Daoist Long Nine's identity was so extraordinary only made Chu Feng more curious about this so-called Demon Coffin.
After all, what could possibly lure a person of such stature to linger in a place like the Demon Coffin's Mortal World, if not an immense benefit?
"Then among the Nine Totem Daoists, what is the highest cultivation level any of them has reached?" Chu Feng asked curiously.
"I've heard that aside from Daoist Long Nine and Daoist Long Eight, who are still God Robe Spirit World Masters, the others are all True Dragon Spirit World Masters."
"Daoist Long One and Daoist Long Two, in particular, are true existences standing at the very apex of the Totem Heavenly River."
"No — not just the Totem Heavenly River, but the entire vast Martial Cultivation World. With the strength of Daoist Long One and Daoist Long Two, even many from the Seven Worlds Holy Temple would have to show them the utmost respect upon meeting them," Old Cat said.
"Really? Do you actually know what kind of strength the Seven Worlds Holy Temple possesses?" Chu Feng looked at Old Cat with a mixture of belief and doubt.
"Brother Chu Feng, this is something you may not be aware of. In today's vast Martial Cultivation World, aside from those two Heavenly Rivers in the Eastern Region, which are so weak they're not even worth mentioning, the strength of all the other Heavenly Rivers is more or less comparable."
"The strength of Daoist Long One and Daoist Long Two already places them at the top of the Totem Heavenly River. Even if they went to the Seven Worlds Heavenly River, they naturally wouldn't be anyone that ordinary people could afford to slight."
Old Cat continued.
"Is that so?"
Chu Feng had previously believed that the Seven Worlds Heavenly River's strength was superior to that of the Totem Heavenly River. He hadn't expected the gap to be so small.
By that reckoning, he had been underestimating the Totem Heavenly River.
But recalling Old Cat's words — that only the two Heavenly Rivers of the Eastern Region were not worth mentioning — Chu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
No wonder all the people from outside Heavenly Rivers considered the Eastern Region a backwater, their eyes full of disdain. It really was the case.
In the eyes of those Heavenly Rivers, the Eastern Region probably didn't even qualify as part of the vast Martial Cultivation World.
After all, it was simply too weak.
"Daoist Long Nine — are you going to open the gate or not?"
Just then, a voice like a peal of thunder boomed across the area.