The formation churned like something chewing for quite some time before finally settling down.
But once the formation calmed, the doorway that looked like an exit did not open.
Under these circumstances, though the formation had gone still, the onlookers could hardly stay calm.
"Chu Feng! Chu Feng, it's Ying Mingzhao — can you hear me?"
"Chu Feng, it's Zi Xunyi! If you're alright, please respond!"
Ying Mingzhao, Zi Xunyi, and the Guardian Formation Clan chief — all the major figures — were growing desperate.
That formation was far too bizarre. Even the grand formation that Ying Mingzhao and Zi Xunyi had activated to communicate with Chu Feng could not see what was happening inside, nor could it pick up any trace of his presence.
At this point, everyone felt that Chu Feng might have met with disaster. How could they not panic?
After all, this was the Unknown Burial Ground — a terrifying place that had claimed the lives of countless geniuses.
Especially after Ying Mingzhao and Zi Xunyi had repeatedly called out with no response from the formation, the crowd grew ever more certain that Chu Feng had likely met his end.
"Sigh, young friend Chu Feng was simply too stubborn. Why couldn't he just listen to the City Lord? Now he's reaped what he sowed."
"What a shame. Such a once-in-a-generation prodigy, gone just like that. This is a loss for our Hundred Refinements Mortal World."
In an instant, the crowd erupted. Some lamented, some grieved, and others blamed Chu Feng for being reckless and stubborn, refusing to heed Ying Mingzhao's words, which was why he had ended up like this.
"All of you, shut your mouths."
"If I hear anyone speak ill of Chu Feng again, I'll cut out their tongue."
Zi Xunyi suddenly let out a furious shout that not only echoed across heaven and earth, but also seeped into people's very souls, making many of those present shudder.
In that instant, everyone fell silent — even those who had been expressing regret did not dare utter another word.
Because Zi Xunyi's expression right now was absolutely terrifying. If anyone provoked her again, it probably wouldn't be as simple as losing a tongue. She might just take their life.
And no one could blame her for it. Though she hadn't known Chu Feng for long, she thought highly of him — otherwise she wouldn't have come all this way specifically to save him.
Now that Chu Feng had most likely met with disaster, these people were still making callous remarks. Naturally, she could not tolerate it.
Hum— However, just as everyone was convinced that Chu Feng had met his end...
The formation suddenly burst forth with an eerie glow. The next moment, that tightly shut door swung open.
As the door opened, everyone's eyes lit up with joy, and they could not help but turn their gazes toward the opened entrance.
And under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a figure stepped out.
That person was none other than Chu Feng.
Only now, Chu Feng was entirely different from before he had entered the formation.
He was clad in a suit of golden battle armor. The armor was also a form of light, but it was not condensed from barrier energy — what substance it actually was, no one could determine.
Beyond the golden armor, Chu Feng's left hand dragged a golden compass. Light spun across its surface, dazzling and magnificent, radiating an extraordinary aura.
In his right hand, he gripped a massive golden blade. Though the crowd could not sense the blade's might through their cultivation, even with the naked eye alone, they could feel that its power was anything but ordinary.
Most importantly, Chu Feng's spirit was in peak condition — even more vibrant than when they had first laid eyes on him.
It was clear that Chu Feng had made a full recovery.
"He did it! Chu Feng actually did it!!!"
From within the crowd, another thunderous roar erupted.
Only this time, it was no longer whispered gossip or scattered opinions — it was pure celebration.
Everyone was cheering. Cheering because Chu Feng was alive. Cheering for his triumph.