Though Xia Yan's words were a threat directed at everyone other than Chu Feng, no one held it against her. After all, they all knew she had Chu Feng's best interests at heart.
Not only did they not blame her — Tu Yuanyuan, Zhao Shi, and Song Xi, among others, hurriedly swore they would never betray Chu Feng.
As they were about to leave, Chu Feng's gaze turned toward the stone forest, filled with nothing but reverence.
He knew it was no mere stone forest. It was a graveyard — the burial ground of countless powerful world spirits, and the tomb of the sect's founding ancestor.
"Dude, Brother Chu Feng, you've broken Lord Dugu Lingtian's record again!"
Just as Chu Feng was gazing at the stone forest, Li Muzhi blurted out in excitement.
Hearing this, Chu Feng was confused for a moment — but then he noticed Li Muzhi looking up at the sky.
Chu Feng raised his head and saw it: the roiling clouds overhead had coalesced into an enormous sky gate.
And on that sky gate, eight massive characters blazed for all to see: "Wolong's Light — Chu Feng is he."
"This…"
The moment Chu Feng laid eyes on those eight characters, his heart clenched.
He still remembered what Duan Liufeng had told him — he must never break Lord Dugu Lingtian's record again.
And now? He had gone and broken it once more.
If the Sect Master truly cared about this, then Chu Feng had once again brought disaster upon himself.
How could he ever repair his relationship with the Sect Master?
Whoosh!
But just as Chu Feng was fretting, a tremendous pulling force erupted from within the sky gate, sweeping Chu Feng and the others skyward.
At that moment, it was not only Chu Feng's group.
They could see that from far away, other figures were also being drawn into the towering gate above.
Those were the disciples of the Wolong Martial Sect.
But since Chu Feng and his companions were the first to be swept through the gate, they had not even glimpsed Zuoqiu Youyu before they were already inside.
Before long, every disciple of the Wolong Martial Sect had been pulled into the colossal gate in the sky.
At that moment, a massive monster crawled up from deep underground.
And perched atop the monster's head, sitting cross-legged, was that diminutive old figure — the old monster man who had granted Chu Feng his extra reward.
"Lord Long Xie… are you truly going to hand over the Slaughter Forbidden Art to him just like that?"
"That is… a forbidden barrier technique capable of destroying the entire world."
The old monster man stared up at the void as he spoke.
ROOAR!
The void trembled, the clouds churned, and above the sky gate formed from those clouds, an even more colossal phantom appeared.
The phantom was so immense it seemed as though the entire world could not contain it.
But if one looked closely, it was unmistakably the shadow of an enormous dragon.
Once the world-shrouding dragon phantom had fully materialized, a voice boomed forth.
"I am not the one giving it to him. I merely opened the gate and allowed him to enter this place."
"Whether it is truly given to him — that is still our master's own dying wish to be fulfilled."
The voice was powerful and ancient, descending from the heavens with an almost terrifying weight.
But had Chu Feng been there to hear it, he would have been overcome with elation — because this was a voice he had heard before…
"Fair enough."
"If this Chu Feng does not disappoint expectations, then this Wolong Martial Sect will not have been built in vain."
"But we have Lord Long Xie to thank for that, for insisting on standing guard here. After all, that old man washed his hands of everything long ago."
The old monster man said.
"After all… this was built with our master's own power. How could I let it fall to ruin?"
The dragon phantom spoke.
…