Chu Feng surmised that this person must have entered this place through the trial before him.
Though there were quite a few people ahead of Chu Feng, causing some delay on his path forward, it hadn't taken especially long.
To be able to quickly choose the correct door and enter this place spoke to extraordinary talent.
And his intuition told him that this woman might be the person Chu Feng despised most.
"Are you Jia Lingyi?" Chu Feng asked.
The woman did not answer. Instead, she asked Chu Feng, "Who are you?"
"I am Chu Feng," Chu Feng replied.
Chu Feng's appearance had also changed — even his attire was different. Like the woman, he wore a green robe.
And Chu Feng knew that everyone here had no cultivation, so even if the other party was Jia Lingyi, he had nothing to fear from her.
"Heh…" The woman chuckled, saying nothing, yet her gaze turned cold.
That gaze, brimming with frigid intent, made Chu Feng even more certain that she was Jia Lingyi.
Hummm—
Before long, the barrier gate behind Chu Feng began to squirm ceaselessly, and figure after figure stepped through into this place, one after another.
The women all looked the same as that woman.
And the men all looked the same as Chu Feng.
Just as the rumors said — everyone who stepped in here had only two appearances: men and women.
More and more people entered, but Chu Feng had already locked onto the woman who was most likely Jia Lingyi.
In a place like this, everyone's abilities were sealed. Unless you kept your eyes fixed on a single person at all times, it was extremely difficult to keep track of someone.
But Chu Feng was able to distinguish them. Even with identical appearances, he could sort each person out and never confuse one for another.
But even if she really was Jia Lingyi, there was nothing Chu Feng could do about it — at least here, he could do nothing.
So Chu Feng began studying the paintings on the rock wall.
The smallest paintings had a diameter of only one chi.
The largest ones reached a diameter of a thousand meters.
Some depicted people, some depicted objects, and others depicted landscapes.
On the surface, they were ordinary paintings — you couldn't tell at all that they were formed from formations.
In truth, integrating formations into paintings was not unusual, but to achieve such flawless integration truly required a special method.
It was precisely because this level of perfection was beyond Chu Feng's own ability that he began studying them with genuine interest. He wanted to see whether he might glimpse the secret of this method he had not yet mastered.
Compared to Chu Feng, however, many others were gazing at the paintings in a state of rapturous enchantment, and quite a few were speaking loudly and boastfully about what they saw.
It was clear that many of the people here truly loved paintings — they loved art.
"Honored guests, are these paintings to your satisfaction?" Suddenly, an elderly voice rang out.
Because all the men's voices here were identical, this old man's voice sounded remarkably distinct.
Everyone turned toward the source of the voice and discovered an old man standing there.
And around his body flickered a faint luminescence, as though some kind of power was shielding him from the rest.
"Master Painter." Upon seeing the old man, everyone hurried over. He was clearly the master of this place — the Barrier Painter.
"These paintings are actually rather mediocre works. I have treasured masterpieces in my collection, all behind that door."
The Barrier Painter pointed behind himself. On that section of rock wall, there were not only paintings but also a great door.
"Does anyone wish to go inside?" the Barrier Painter asked.