As Chu Feng descended, countless barrier gates appeared around the massive sphere at the center of the world.
On them, the words "Chu Feng" were written.
If anyone wished to aid Chu Feng, they could pour their power into any of the barrier gates.
But Chu Feng didn't pay attention to this. He hadn't come here expecting anyone's help.
After all, the people most likely to aid him had already been persuaded by him.
So Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the stone stele inscribed with his name.
There was also a formation around the stele—this formation was Chu Feng's main battlefield, and naturally he needed to observe it carefully.
"Chu Feng, you shouldn't have come."
At that moment, an incredibly loud voice echoed from the far distance.
Despite the vast distance, thanks to the power of the formations in this place, Chu Feng could still pinpoint the speaker.
Baili Zilin.
Chu Feng was not at all surprised by Baili Zilin's voice, which could travel such a great distance yet remain so thunderously loud.
Having fallen into this place, Chu Feng could sense that everything was the work of formations.
This challenge was a performance arranged by the creator of the Blessing Saint Realm.
Not only could Chu Feng and Baili Zilin's figures be seen clearly by everyone, but their voices were also incredibly loud—as long as they intended to speak, everyone in the entire world could hear them crystal clear.
This treatment was reserved for only the two of them.
After all, today, everyone else was merely an audience member.
Only the two of them were the protagonists.
"You, a puppet who relies on others' strength, dare to come here? And why shouldn't I, Chu Feng, come?" Chu Feng retorted.
"A puppet?"
"What does that mean?"
The crowd exchanged glances, sensing something deeper in Chu Feng's words.
"Chu Feng, you really are addicted to false accusations."
"Before, when you fought me, you slandered me as practicing heretical arts."
"Today, during this challenge, you slander me as a puppet."
"Calling me a heretical practitioner was one thing—I can let that slide, since those methods could indeed be misunderstood."
"But where are we today?"
"This place is the Blessing Saint Realm."
"A place countless seniors failed to conquer."
"Tell me—who has the ability to fake anything here?"
"If I'm relying on others' strength, then how can you prove that you're relying on your own ability?"
Baili Zilin naturally refused to admit it, and instead bit back at Chu Feng.
And his counter-accusation happened to draw agreement from many.
In a place like the Blessing Saint Realm, even Jie Tianran had been helpless. How could anyone possibly control this place's power?
Whoosh— At that moment, Baili Zilin extended his palm.
The entire world trembled slightly in response.
A wisp of energy from the magnificent formation behind him surged out like a flood dragon leaving the sea, swirling and dancing around Baili Zilin's palm.
It was precisely that wisp of power that caused the world to tremble, a testament to its sheer strength.
And now, that powerful formation energy was under Baili Zilin's control.
"Chu Feng, today you and I stand on the same starting line."
"Our goal is the same—to succeed in the challenge and obtain the Blessing power of this place."
"I can tell you clearly now: the power available for the challenge is divided into two types."
"One is the formation activated by our own abilities. The other is the formation powered by others' support."
"But I believe the master of the Blessing Saint Realm hopes that whoever obtains his power will be a person beloved by the world, someone of outstanding character."
"Therefore, the difference in power between the two formations is enormous."
"The formation powered by others' support is the key."
"So instead of wasting your time scheming to slander me, you'd be better off begging the people here to see if anyone will help you."
"Otherwise, today, there is absolutely no chance of you succeeding in the challenge."
Baili Zilin looked at Chu Feng, ostensibly offering a reminder but in reality delivering an insult—mocking Chu Feng as inferior, with no one backing him.
Chu Feng smiled faintly, unwilling to argue.
But while Chu Feng could endure it, others could not.
"Shut your filthy mouth! Chu Feng's character is far better than yours! Does he need to beg anyone?"
"Don't be afraid, Chu Feng! I'm here to help you!"
From the audience seats came a furious shout.