"Senior?"
As Chu Feng looked on in confusion, his gaze fell upon the brush he was holding.
Hummm—
But with a flash of light, the brush in his hand vanished without a trace.
"Senior? Senior?"
Chu Feng looked around and called out repeatedly, but there was no response.
"It seems they don't want to tell me anything."
Chu Feng could tell that the brush had possessed sentience of its own — it wasn't something conjured by the formation. Its disappearance now simply meant it no longer wished to speak with him.
So Chu Feng stopped calling out. Instead, he formed hand seals and carefully studied the Sovereign Stone Stele and the eight colossal gates that pierced the heavens.
He wanted to observe and glean more from them.
What Chu Feng didn't know was that the brush hadn't actually vanished — it had merely relocated. At that very moment, it was hovering not far behind him.
Moreover, the brush had shrunk down to a height of just one and a half meters.
Standing beside the brush was a woman.
She wore a golden dress. The design was relatively simple, yet exquisitely crafted, radiating an air of noble elegance. Though the gown enveloped her body completely from head to toe, it was still evident that her figure was exceptional.
Her face was hidden behind a golden veil. Though the veil obscured her features, her eyes were remarkable.
They were tricolored — purple, blue, and gold.
Those eyes transcended mere beauty. They were profoundly mysterious, as if containing unfathomable power, giving one the sense of gazing up at something utterly beyond reach.
They were not eyes that belonged to any ordinary mortal. They seemed as though they came from a deity.
This woman had called herself "this god," and she truly had the right to do so.
Swish—
She reached out and snatched the brush into her hand.
"Earlier, why didn't you test him?"
The woman spoke, and her voice was the same one that had come from the brush before — commanding yet pleasant, gentle in its tone.
"Master, I did test him, but it had no effect. There's something strange about the barrier bloodline inside this boy. My power was absorbed the moment it entered him, so he felt nothing at all, as if nothing had happened."
A voice came from the brush, but this time it was the voice of a little girl.
So the brush had its own true form. It hadn't been speaking to Chu Feng on its own — the woman had simply been using the brush as a medium to communicate with him.
"Oh?"
"What kind of bloodline could render your test ineffective?"
As the woman spoke, she turned her gaze toward Chu Feng once more. This time, her tricolored eyes began to spin rapidly.
In that instant, a gaze that seemed capable of piercing through all things shot forth from the woman's eyes and settled upon Chu Feng.
Soon, the spinning stopped. But within the woman's eyes, a look of astonishment had appeared.
"King's Bloodline," the woman said.
"King's Bloodline? In this era, someone actually possesses the King's Bloodline?" The brush voiced its own surprise as well.
"The present age should have long fallen into decline. How can a King's Bloodline emerge?" The woman was equally bewildered.
Swish—
At that moment, Chu Feng turned around to face the direction where the woman stood and bowed respectfully.
"Senior, you haven't left, have you?"
"I know you were observing me just now."
"Senior, could you tell me what happened here? This place was damaged, wasn't it?"