Linghu Mingye, though also a prodigy of this year, possessed strength in every regard that far surpassed Linghu Lun's.
It was not merely his cultivation that set him apart — in every aspect, Linghu Mingye was outstanding.
Some even believed that Linghu Mingye was destined to surpass Linghu Tiemian.
And so, compared to Linghu Lun, this Linghu Mingye was far more dangerous.
Facing such a terrifying opponent, Dongguo Bingyu was naturally very uneasy.
And this Linghu Mingye proved himself no reckless fool. After entering the Holy Spirit Light Formation, he did not blindly search for Chu Feng. Instead, he made his way to the formation's central region.
He did not use his tracking talisman either. Rather, he simply sat cross-legged, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, right where he was.
During this time, Chu Feng and the others continued searching for new Light Ore.
Another full three days passed, and Chu Feng and the others had extracted virtually all of the Light Ore from the area.
The moment the very last vein of Light Ore was pried free, the world around them suddenly underwent a massive transformation.
The earth beneath their feet began to split apart, and even the void started cleaving in two — the very fabric of space and heaven and earth shifting in tremendous upheaval.
In the blink of an eye, everyone who had been near Chu Feng vanished without a trace.
Even Chu Feng himself was swept along like a leaf on a current, dragged into this warping space.
Right now, it was as though he had fallen into an enormous spatial vortex, utterly powerless to resist.
"What is happening?"
Even Chu Feng's expression changed drastically, for he had no idea what was going on.
And yet, as confusion gripped him, a scene surfaced in his mind — the battle between ancient creatures he had witnessed deep within the barrier, in that isolated world.
Chu Feng did not know why this transformation was occurring, but a faint realization stirred within him: the battle he had seen seemed to be inextricably linked to this Holy Spirit Light Formation.
That battle must have held some secret — only, Chu Feng could not yet penetrate it. If he could, he would surely reap some reward.
Just as Chu Feng was racking his brain for answers, the warping world suddenly went still.
Chu Feng was sprawled on the ground. Lifting his head to look around, he spotted Li Anzhi, Chu Haoyan, Chu Shuangshuang, and the others nearby, rolling to a halt in various positions — some face-down, some on their backs.
For the moment, Chu Feng merely felt a bit dizzy.
But Chu Shuangshuang and several others were retching continuously, so weakened that their whole bodies trembled.
It was plain to see that the spatial distortion had taken quite a toll on them.
"The Holy Spirit Light Formation has shrunk?"
The realization struck Chu Feng all at once.
They were all currently situated in the formation's central region. The entire Holy Spirit Light Formation had contracted, becoming incredibly small — less than a ten-thousandth of its original size.
"It seems you're quite confused."
"There's no need to be. During the final phase of the Holy Spirit Light Formation, before the merger, this kind of transformation always occurs. The shrinking of the world is simply a way to give the martial cultivators here a chance to settle things between themselves."