"Based on my observations, entering the Sacred Mountain's temple requires certain conditions to be triggered."
"From what I can tell, one of those conditions is that each time you enter the Sacred Mountain, you can only choose a single formation to break."
"I suspect there are specific requirements for the formations too — you can't just pick any random formation and break through it," Chu Feng said.
"How did you figure that out?" the Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch asked.
Sansheng Qiutian and Sansheng Xingyu stared with wide eyes, looking at Chu Feng curiously.
Previously, the entire Sansheng Demon Clan had believed that whether one could enter the Sacred Temple was related to the amount of Sacred Mountain power one obtained.
Chu Feng's theory essentially overturned their established understanding.
"The journey here..."
"The arrangement of the forest, the changes in the staircases, the intensity of the world's energy — they all contained hints," Chu Feng said.
"Really? That sounds way too mystical!"
"I've cultivated barrier techniques too, and I've never heard of needing to observe like this," Sansheng Qiutian said.
"It has nothing to do with barrier techniques. You just need to observe normally — even those who aren't skilled in barrier techniques can do it, as long as they're martial cultivators."
"However, I can't be certain whether these clues are correct. Right now, it's just my own guess based on observation," Chu Feng said.
"So it's just a guess."
Sansheng Qiutian pursed his lips.
To them, Chu Feng's words still seemed far too mystical.
Aside from Zi Ling, none of them really believed what Chu Feng was saying, even though he had already demonstrated his keen powers of observation on that token.
They pressed onward, and as they continued, even Chu Feng began to feel the oppressive pressure on the later stretch of the road.
But for Chu Feng, it was entirely within a manageable range. At the very least, compared to the others, he was still relatively comfortable.
As they walked on, Chu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.
Beside the staircase ahead, another barrier gate had appeared — this one standing a full ninety meters tall.
In front of the barrier gate stood a stone stele.
Two names were carved onto its surface.
The first: Sansheng Qiankun The second: Chu Xuanyuan "Cough cough..."
"That's right — this is the formation where the competition between me and your father was the most intense back in the day."
"Most of the other formations involved cooperation, but this one was purely competitive."
"That battle truly showed me a different side of your father. He was formidable."
"It was a thoroughly exhilarating fight."
"But in the end, I came out slightly ahead. A narrow victory, a narrow victory indeed." ...
Before Chu Feng could even ask, the Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch was already recounting the story with a face full of pride.
"Patriarch, what is your cultivation level?" Chu Feng asked.
Upon hearing this, the Patriarch's expression froze for a moment before he replied, "What do you think?"
"Divine Realm," Chu Feng said.
"Sometimes, maintaining a bit of mystery is a good thing."
The Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch did not give a direct answer and instead continued walking.
Just then, Sansheng Qiutian's secret voice transmission reached Chu Feng's ears.
"My father and Sacred Elder's current cultivation levels — no one in the entire Sansheng Demon Clan knows them. They don't even know each other's levels."
Sansheng Qiutian was trying to tell Chu Feng that his father wasn't deliberately hiding things from him specifically, but rather kept it from everyone.
Chu Feng hadn't expected that behind Sansheng Qiutian's seemingly clueless exterior lay such a considerate nature.
After that, Chu Feng and the others continued onward, and the oppressive pressure grew ever stronger.
Everyone except Chu Feng had begun to pant and gasp for breath, and even the Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch was no exception.
"Chu Feng, you're not tired?"
The Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch furrowed his brow as he studied Chu Feng, his expression one might wear while looking at a freak of nature.
Chu Feng's presence was making him feel somewhat awkward.
Because among the group, the one in the best condition should have been him.
But Chu Feng's existence had turned things upside down.
"Tired, but I can handle it," Chu Feng said.
"Seems like you inherited your father's constitution. That man was tough as old leather too," the Sansheng Demon Clan's Patriarch said.