"Elder Yuehua, I'll leave this place in your hands. If anything changes, remember to send someone to notify us," Kong Xuanlian said to Kong Yuehua. He was preparing to have her assist Kong Moyu in jointly guarding the entrance to the Mourning Mountain Range.
"With me here, you can rest easy. After all, I've been studying how to observe this formation since childhood. If any abnormalities occur, I should be able to detect them."
"However..." At this point, Kong Yuehua's gaze toward Kong Xuanlian shifted as she said, "Compared to our position here, the entrance to the Mourning Mountain Range is the most dangerous place. You must be extremely careful."
"This concerns our clan's legacy. Even if it costs me my life, I will not let that outsider walk out of the Kong Heavenly Clan." Having said those words, Kong Xuanlian's figure flickered, and he vanished without a trace.
"Elder Yuehua, what should we do now?" the crowd asked Kong Yuehua.
By this point, they had all realized the gravity of the situation. Even though every one of them was a powerful figure of high standing, they could no longer conceal the panic in their hearts.
"If it is a blessing, it cannot be a curse. If it is a curse, it cannot be avoided."
"This matter has not yet been settled, so do not spread it around too much, to avoid causing unnecessary panic."
"However, all combat forces that the Kong Heavenly Clan can mobilize must not leave the clan for the time being. Be ready to fight at a moment's notice."
"Also, send word to the Patriarch who is away — have him return as quickly as possible," Kong Yuehua said.
"As you command," the members of the Kong Heavenly Clan responded in unison.
At that moment, Chu Feng had already entered another space.
This space was actually a vast palace. It was enormous, yet eerily dim.
In the expansive corridors, there was not a single source of light aside from the torches embedded in the walls — torches that never seemed to go out.
Even with a Heavenly Eye as his means of observation, Chu Feng's visible range was still extremely limited.
Given the terrifying killing formations lurking outside, Chu Feng dared not let his guard down for even a moment within this deep and vast palace.
He elevated his focus to two hundred percent. With every step he took, he carefully surveyed his surroundings, terrified of accidentally triggering some dreadful killing formation.
Because once he had entered this place, the map in his mind had no more routes to offer. From here on out, he could truly rely on no one but himself.
Fortunately, as he made his way forward, Chu Feng did not encounter any hidden mechanisms or traps.
"To think there are no traps. It seems… the killing formations outside were the real test. Once you break through, there likely won't be any more mechanisms." Chu Feng muttered to himself in self-reassurance. Despite saying that, he did not let his guard down in the slightest.
"Or perhaps it's deliberately designed to make you lower your guard, with killing formations still waiting ahead. It's better to stay cautious. Having come this far, you absolutely cannot stumble at the final hurdle," Her Majesty said.
"I humbly obey Her Majesty's counsel. Let's just hope… the one who set up these formations isn't that insidious." Chu Feng let out a bitter laugh.
Even his Heavenly Eye had been suppressed. Combined with the powerful killing formations he had encountered earlier, Chu Feng could conclude that the person who had designed this place was extraordinarily skilled—at the very least, a Dragon Mark Immortal-rank Spirit World Master, and one whose mastery of barrier arts was remarkably refined.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible to make him feel this powerless.
Proceeding with such extreme caution, Chu Feng's pace was exceedingly slow.
Under these circumstances, his heart grew increasingly anxious, yet Chu Feng still did not dare to be careless. He could only continue onward in this manner.
After an entire day and night had passed, a faint glow finally appeared ahead of him.
Drawing closer, Chu Feng discovered that it was an enormous palace, its interior filled with martial techniques—not merely Human Restriction and Earth Restriction techniques, not just Heaven Restriction techniques, but even Ancestor Restriction techniques.
Beyond that, the place was laden with a vast quantity of martial cultivation resources. Most importantly, the walls surrounding the palace were covered in intricate patterns—that was… the Dao of Martial Cultivation.
And in the center of this enormous hall, a massive golden sword stood upright.
The blade was two chi wide and three meters long, towering over a man.