The black whirlwind soared across the sky.
Its speed was extraordinary. Even if it hadn't deliberately concealed itself, others would still have struggled to see it.
Its power was in no way inferior to Bai Liluo's — it stood above every single person in the Eastern Region.
Chu Feng, trapped within that black whirlwind, felt only darkness and dizziness. Even his perception had weakened considerably.
After what felt like an eternity within that state, Chu Feng was finally released.
His feet touched the ground, and he found himself standing upon a desolate stretch of land. Before him lay an endless desert.
Heat. It was scorching here.
If the Frozen Forbidden Lands were cold to a degree that even martial cultivators could hardly endure, then this place was the exact opposite — heat that no martial cultivator could withstand.
Standing here, Chu Feng couldn't help but marvel. This Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm truly was full of extraordinary places everywhere one looked.
No wonder it was called the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm. It truly offered martial cultivators the chance to be tested and tempered.
But now was not the time for Chu Feng to be lost in such thoughts.
After all, he had been brought here against his will.
And whether his kidnapper was human or ghost, Chu Feng still had no idea.
"Why bring me here?" Chu Feng asked aloud.
"You said my word wasn't enough proof, so I'll let you see for yourself — Bai Liluo's true face," the black shadow said.
At those words, Chu Feng's heart stirred. The shadow's tone was brimming with confidence, as though it possessed irrefutable evidence that would prove just how dangerous Bai Liluo truly was.
"Wait here a moment."
The black shadow spoke again, and after those words, it said nothing more. Although Chu Feng could never actually see the shadow, his instincts told him that the black shadow had departed after leaving those words behind.
"Follow me."
Before long, the black shadow's voice rang out once more. This time, however, Chu Feng could see a dark silhouette appear in front of him.
"So this is it?"
Chu Feng furrowed his brow, gazing at the shadowy existence before him. Looking at it, he didn't feel as though he were looking at a person — it was more like staring at a demon.
Despite the overwhelming sense of distrust the black shadow gave him, Chu Feng still followed it forward. He wanted to know what tricks this shadow had up its sleeve.
Besides, he had no choice now. He'd been forcibly dragged here, after all.
After walking for only a short while, a ripple resembling the surface of water suddenly appeared before the black shadow. Chu Feng recognized it as a barrier. The moment the shadow passed through that ripple, it vanished.
Right after, Chu Feng passed through the barrier as well. What he found was that he had entered a mountain village.
The village was large. The houses were not lavish, yet they were quite refined — calling it a village seemed an understatement; it was more like a small city.
But it was eerily desolate. Only nineteen individuals were scattered throughout the various parts of the village.
No — to be precise, they were not people. Although they looked identical to humans, Chu Feng could sense their auras, and those auras were unmistakably not of the human race.
The inhabitants of this village were neither human nor demon. They carried a peculiar quality that Chu Feng couldn't quite put into words.
If forced to describe it, their auras felt more like those of rare and extraordinary treasures born of heaven and earth.
Whether these nineteen human-looking beings truly were such natural treasures, Chu Feng couldn't say for certain.
But from what he could observe, they seemed to have lost their minds. Though they were dressed neatly enough, they wandered through the village like walking corpses.
"What is this place, and what are they?" Chu Feng asked the black shadow.
"You could call them the children of this Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm," the black shadow replied.
"Children?" Chu Feng's gaze sharpened.