After stepping into the world created by the Sacred Realm of Fortune, Baili Zilin did not move forward. Instead, he immediately came to a stop.
Some members of the Hell Sect thought that Baili Zilin did not know which direction to go and began secretly transmitting their voices to him.
"You don't need to guide me. I have my own way."
Baili Zilin suddenly said in a firm voice.
His words caused the originally worried members of the Hell Sect to fall silent one after another.
In truth, Baili Zilin truly could not see the specific route, but it was not that he did not know where to go.
He had stopped to observe simply so he could communicate the situation here to Jie Mubai and wait for Jie Mubai to make a judgment.
Soon, Baili Zilin reacted and charged straight toward the forest before him.
However, the moment he stepped into the forest, it began to change. At the same time, a powerful restraining force descended from the sky, rendering Baili Zilin unable to fly.
That stretch of forest had clearly transformed into a labyrinth, trapping Baili Zilin within.
But Baili Zilin was not panicked in the slightest. He did not even attempt to blast open a path by force. Instead, he walked through the forest along a peculiar route.
"Does Baili Zilin understand this place that well?"
Daoist Dragon Three furrowed his brow slightly.
He could see that Baili Zilin was correct not to forcefully use his abilities to carve out a road. The power of the formation was far too great. Those trees could not be destroyed at all. Brute force would not work — one needed to solve the labyrinth.
What amazed him was not merely that Baili Zilin had seen through all of this, but that Baili Zilin already knew how to solve it. That seemingly strange path he was walking was most likely the solution.
"Third Brother, you still can't see it?"
Daoist Dragon Two chuckled, then said: "The art of barriers also requires cultivation level. His realm is so weak that even young friend Chu Feng — the most talented person in the current world — would not be able to handle such a predicament this easily at his level."
"This Baili Zilin clearly has someone guiding him from behind the scenes."
"He is merely acting according to those instructions."
"No wonder young friend Chu Feng called him a puppet. If this isn't a puppet, what is?"
Daoist Dragon Two's words were not spoken through secret transmission — he said them out loud for everyone to hear. One had to know that Daoist Dragon Two was a peak True Dragon Spirit World Master, so his words carried tremendous authority. Naturally, this sparked discussion among the crowd.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
The moment he said this, a Hell General from the Hell Sect immediately shouted at him in anger. At the same time, countless cold gazes converged on him from every direction.
But Daoist Dragon Two was not panicked in the slightest.
"What?"
"Can't we have a normal discussion?"
"If you stand tall, you need not fear a crooked shadow. If you have nothing to hide, you won't be afraid of what others say," Daoist Dragon Two said.
"Exactly," the other Daoists echoed one after another.
Only Daoist Dragon One did not speak, but his expression made it clear that if the Hell Sect made a move, he would not hold back either.
They had long heard of the grudge between the Hell Sect and Chu Feng. They had come here today to back up Chu Feng, and that was precisely why they had said these things in public.
"You are deliberately manipulating public opinion. This is slander," another Hell General said.
"Manipulating public opinion?"
At that moment, a cold laugh rang out — not from any of the Nine Totem Daoists, but from Ouyang Kongyu.
"When young friend Chu Feng had not yet arrived, the way your Hell Sect slandered him — would you call that guiding the discussion?"
"What, so you're allowed to talk about others, but no one is allowed to talk about your Hell Sect?"
As Ouyang Kongyu spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the center of the world, never once looking directly at the Hell Sect members. Yet the corner of his mouth carried a hint of contempt.
"You..."
Although the Hell Sect's experts were displeased, they did not know what to do for the moment. After all, that man existed on an entirely different level.
"Let them talk. There is no need to argue with them."
Suddenly, a resounding voice echoed through the area — it was Jimo Qianzhou.
"In the world of martial cultivation, the victor has always been king and the defeated, a bandit."