At this moment, Chu Feng sat on the ground with a deathly pale face, extremely weak. All the scrolls containing the sealing formations still bore traces of Chu Feng's aura.
Though it was hard to believe, the Formation Painting Master understood what had happened. He knew this place had not fallen, and the one responsible was not him, but Chu Feng.
Yet he had no time to concern himself with Chu Feng. He hurried over to the door and examined the fine crack on its surface. Extreme terror surfaced in his eyes.
He quickly pulled out a scroll and pressed it against the crack.
The scroll transformed into a formation that sealed the crack.
Even so, the Formation Painting Master was still uneasy. After repeatedly inspecting it several times to confirm there were no issues, he finally turned and walked toward Chu Feng.
"Young friend Chu Feng, did you really control the sealing formation here and repel that aura's assault?" the Formation Painting Master asked.
"This junior is incompetent — I overestimated myself." Chu Feng forced a grin, but the next moment, a massive mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.
The power of that sealing formation was far too immense. Though Chu Feng had succeeded in controlling it, and only for a brief moment at that, the price he paid had been enormous.
"Take this pill first." The Formation Painting Master produced a pill and handed it to Chu Feng.
Chu Feng quickly swallowed it. Once the pill entered his body, his complexion gradually improved.
"You're a Purple Dragon God Robe. Setting aside how you controlled that sealing formation, the fact that you're alive at all is a miracle."
The Formation Painting Master's face was still filled with astonishment. From the residual power of the sealing formation, he could judge Chu Feng's cultivation realm.
But in his view, at that realm, forget about controlling the sealing formation — even attempting to control it should have resulted in death from the formation's backlash.
And yet Chu Feng had not only controlled the formation, but his injuries were also remarkably light. He felt this was nothing short of a miracle.
"Senior, why was I able to use the art of formations earlier, only to be restricted again afterward?" Chu Feng asked.
Originally, after being injured, he had wanted to take out pills to ease his suffering.
But he had discovered with shock that his Universe Bag was restricted once more, and his true cultivation had also been resealed.
However, before, when that dark purple aura had surged in, he had clearly been able to use all of his power freely.
So Chu Feng suspected it likely had something to do with the dark purple aura. Before the Formation Painting Master could answer, he asked again, "Is it related to that purple aura just now?"
"Yes. When you entered this Hall of Equality, unless you possessed my formation's power, all of your abilities were sealed. You were all in the same state."
"But the purple aura you just witnessed disrupted the balance of this place. So while that purple aura was present, all of your restricted powers were unsealed."
"But once that power faded, your abilities were sealed again," the Formation Painting Master explained.
"Senior, what exactly was that aura just now?"
"Why was it able to break the balance here?" Chu Feng asked.
"Young friend Chu Feng, this is a secret that cannot be shared with outsiders," the Formation Painting Master said.
"This junior understands." Chu Feng smiled.
But then the Formation Painting Master suddenly spoke up: "Young friend Chu Feng, do me a favor. If you can help me with this matter, I'll make an exception and tell you everything."
"Please go ahead, Senior." Chu Feng was straightforward about it.
"Can you help me break the formation within this painting? It's actually quite simple — just look carefully and tell me what you see in the painting." As the Formation Painting Master spoke, he produced a scroll.
He unrolled the scroll to reveal a landscape painting, but Chu Feng could tell at a single glance that it was no ordinary piece.
"Can you see it?" When the Formation Painting Master noticed that Chu Feng had swept his gaze across the painting and then locked his eyes on one particular spot without moving, he immediately asked.
"What you're referring to — is it the Hall of Equality within this painting?" Chu Feng asked.
"Yes, you can really see it?"
"I've found the right person. I've truly found the right person." Seeing Chu Feng's response, the Formation Painting Master was overjoyed.
He knew very well that under normal circumstances, the Hall of Equality hidden within this painting was something ordinary people simply could not perceive.
Even he had spent many years before he could see it, and initially it had been extremely vague. It was only gradually, as he began deciphering it over time, that it became clearer.
But Chu Feng had been able to identify it as the Hall of Equality at first glance. That alone proved the vast difference between them.
"Is the hall door open?" the Formation Painting Master pressed.
"Yes." Chu Feng nodded.
"Then what's inside?" the Formation Painting Master asked.
"A corridor — a very deep corridor," Chu Feng said.
"A very deep corridor? Besides the corridor, what else is there?" the Formation Painting Master continued to press.
"Nothing but the corridor. However, there is something at its far end," Chu Feng said.
"What is it?" The Formation Painting Master grew increasingly excited.
And Chu Feng looked even more intently. After a moment, he spoke: "A coffin."