The moment Chu Feng set foot upon the Hell Infant Spirit Altar, he felt an invisible force surge upward from beneath his feet, rushing into his body and piercing straight into the depths of his soul.
It not only enveloped the Hell Infant within him, but also penetrated his Dantian.
Although this force was not harmful, Chu Feng could sense that it possessed an extraordinarily keen probing quality.
It had entered his body to search for something.
The instant it reached his Dantian, it clearly found what it was looking for — and every trace of the force that had entered his Dantian underwent a transformation.
It became incomparably excited.
This sensation was far too familiar to Chu Feng.
If this force were allowed to return into the Hell Infant Spirit Altar, it would inevitably trigger a reaction.
And that reaction would likely be extraordinary.
So Chu Feng fought to control the force and force it back down into the Hell Infant Spirit Altar. At the same time, he opened his eyes and gazed at the altar beneath his feet.
The runes on the Hell Infant Spirit Altar had long since lost their faint glow. They had transformed into a deep, dense crimson, and the entire altar was trembling ceaselessly.
The spectacle was as if it had been slumbering before, and was only now awakening.
Chu Feng glanced at the Hell Envoy.
The Hell Envoy still wore his bamboo hat, but his hands were shaking — trembling with excitement.
He had naturally noticed the changes in the Hell Infant Spirit Altar as well.
Chu Feng realized that the Hell Envoy had deceived him. In order to get Chu Feng to try it, the man had deliberately concealed the fact that it would trigger such a phenomenon.
But Chu Feng said nothing.
Instead, he strained with all his might to control the excited force within his body, forcing it back down into the Hell Infant Spirit Altar.
He could not allow the altar to react.
If a phenomenon were triggered here, it would inevitably attract the attention of the Hell Sect's experts.
If he encountered someone with a kind heart, they would likely detain him and compel him to join the Hell Sect.
If he encountered someone with malicious intent, they might not even care whether the altar had reacted — they would simply kill him on the spot.
Setting everything else aside, the Origin of the Vein alone was enough to make countless people covetous.
But how could such a thing be stopped?
"Hm?"
However, the tension in Chu Feng's heart soon eased.
The force released by the Hell Infant Spirit Altar seemed to possess a will of its own.
As though it understood Chu Feng's intention to block their return, it gradually grew calmer.
Seeing this, Chu Feng immediately leaped upward and moved off the altar.
Naturally, the force returned to the Hell Infant Spirit Altar of its own accord.
The altar's transformation had not stopped. The runes that now emitted a crimson glow continued to flash rapidly and tremble without cease.
It felt as though they were trying to break free from within the altar.
But that was all — nothing more dramatic occurred.
"Young friend Chu Feng, how do you feel?" the Hell Envoy hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"Nothing in particular," Chu Feng said.
"Nothing at all? You don't feel weakened?" the Hell Envoy pressed.
"No." Chu Feng shook his head.
"That shouldn't be... how is this possible? How can it be so strange?"
"The Hell Infant Spirit Altar clearly had such an extraordinary reaction."
The Hell Envoy turned to stare at the altar again, utterly unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Senior, tell me where Song Yun is imprisoned. If possible, I'd also like to know how to get inside."
Chu Feng addressed the Hell Envoy directly.
"Uh..." But upon hearing this, the Hell Envoy's demeanor grew noticeably fearful.
Chu Feng sensed something was wrong and immediately demanded, "You lied to me?"
"Young friend Chu Feng, Miss Song Yun was imprisoned in our Hell Sect's Demon Prison Tower."