"Lele, forget it."
Seeing this, Chu Feng also said to Wang Yuxian.
But Wang Yuxian merely pouted her small mouth, stubbornness showing in her eyes, and once again turned her gaze toward the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief.
"Senior, let me speak frankly."
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have come here. It was all fate, working in the unseen."
"Please, Senior, make an exception and allow Chu Feng to accompany me."
As Wang Yuxian spoke, she was actually about to kneel on the ground in a grand kowtow.
But before Wang Yuxian could kneel, the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief had already appeared before her and supported her up.
"Miss Wang, you—"
The Demon Spirit Clan's Chief looked at Wang Yuxian in this moment, her eyes filled with conflict.
"Sigh, fine then."
"I'll make an exception this once and let him go in with you."
Though the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief was very reluctant, she ultimately relented.
"Thank you, Senior."
At this, both Chu Feng and Wang Yuxian bowed to the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief.
Though the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief clearly looked down on Chu Feng, it was ultimately because Chu Feng himself couldn't measure up. So Chu Feng didn't blame the Demon Spirit Clan's Chief at all—he was genuinely grateful for her willingness to make an exception.
After all, Chu Feng truly wanted to personally witness those puppet armies, as well as the power that great being had left behind.
Afterward, Chu Feng and Wang Yuxian rose into the air and prepared to enter the barrier gate together.
But just as they were about to step through the barrier gate, Chu Feng suddenly stopped. He whipped his head around, looking toward the stone statue that great being had become.
"Chu Feng, what's wrong?"
Wang Yuxian asked.
At the same time, the members of the Demon Spirit Clan all wore looks of confusion.
"It's nothing."
Chu Feng shook his head.
He hadn't told the truth.
In fact, he had the feeling that just moments ago, something had been looking at him—and the gaze that fell upon him had come from that very stone statue.
But when Chu Feng turned around and examined the statue carefully, he found it unchanged. It was still nothing more than a stone statue, with no transformation to speak of—let alone any gaze.
So Chu Feng stopped dwelling on it and stepped straight through the barrier gate.
After passing through the barrier gate, Chu Feng and Wang Yuxian found themselves in a massive cavern.
The cavern was so vast it was practically a world unto itself.
And the first thing to catch their eyes was the puppet army, standing in neat formation.
These puppets were nearly identical in appearance.
Each one stood a hundred meters tall in a humanoid posture, yet they were not human—they were true puppets.
Because they were made entirely of wood.
Not just their bodies.
Even their armor and the weapons in their hands were all wood.
Ordinarily, such wooden puppets would be utterly fragile.
But the aura they radiated was tremendously powerful.
So powerful that after Chu Feng and Wang Yuxian exchanged a glance, both were beside themselves with elation.
In total: nine thousand eight hundred and thirty-two puppets made up the army. The weakest among them emanated the aura of a seventh-rank Martial Venerable.
The strongest radiated the aura of a third-rank Demigod.
And among them, there were thirty-two puppets whose aura could not be perceived at all—yet their immense power could still be felt.
Their strength seemed to remain sealed. Even Chu Feng couldn't determine what level of cultivation they possessed.
But without question, an army of puppets like this could absolutely dominate the current Nine Souls Galaxy.
"Can you sense what cultivation level those thirty-two puppets are at?"
Wang Yuxian blinked her big eyes and asked Chu Feng.
She had already tried to observe them herself, but unfortunately, her methods were insufficient to discern the cultivation of those thirty-two puppets.
Driven by curiosity, she turned to Chu Feng.
"I can't tell either."