Soon, eight Spirit World Masters appeared from every direction.
Though their figures were as small as specks of dust beneath the grand formation, it was their handiwork that produced that overwhelming sealing array.
They were all ninth-grade True Dragon Spirit World Masters.
Before the emergence of the ancient races, any single one of them would have been a existence capable of looking down upon the entire martial cultivation world.
Yet now eight of them had appeared simultaneously, and Chu Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest.
Below the Heavenly Dragon and Heavenly God realms, there was truly no one Chu Feng feared anymore.
"Is that really the contemporary genius Chu Feng?"
"This place's formation can dispel all disguise arrays, so it shouldn't be wrong. There couldn't possibly be someone in this world who looks exactly like Chu Feng, right?"
"Then we've really hit the jackpot."
The eight Spirit World Masters didn't address Chu Feng directly. Instead, they conversed among themselves.
Their relaxed demeanor suggested Chu Feng was already prey that had fallen into their hands.
From their conversation, Chu Feng could deduce that they were most likely ancient Spirit World Masters.
After all, in the current martial cultivation world, powerful Spirit World Masters were all in the Seven Realms Sacred Palace. Outside of that faction, ninth-grade True Dragon Spirit World Masters were exceedingly rare, and every one of them was already a figure of world-renowned fame.
These eight wore Spirit World Master robes but hadn't pulled up their hoods, so their eight aged faces were laid bare before Chu Feng.
All unfamiliar faces.
Combined with their use of "contemporary" when referring to him, Chu Feng was now even more certain of their identities.
"You—"
Chu Feng had just opened his mouth, hoping to see whether he could glean some information about this place.
A streak of golden light flashed past.
Pfft, pfft…
All eight of them simultaneously dissolved into mist of blood.
In that moment, Chu Feng's brow furrowed slightly.
A Spirit World Master gate immediately opened beside him. It was Eggy, equally poised for battle, ready to strike at a moment's notice should things go wrong.
They had both sensed it — a far more powerful existence had arrived, the very one who had annihilated those eight Spirit World Masters.
With the eight dead, the sky-obscuring grand formation began to crumble. But Chu Feng's gaze remained grave. Suddenly, he looked in a certain direction.
The moment Chu Feng turned his gaze, the space there warped and distorted, and a figure clad in Spirit World Master robes materialized.
"There's no need to be nervous."
The speaker had a middle-aged man's voice.
He then removed his hood, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.
"You should call me uncle," the man said.
"Uncle? You're Jie Tian's father?"
Chu Feng had already detected a resemblance to Jie Tian in the man's features, and the word "uncle" confirmed it.
This man could only be the husband of Chu Feng's aunt Jie Tiannian — Jie Tian's father, Jie Mubai.
Jie Mubai — Chu Feng had heard of him before.
In the years before his mother, this man had been a Spirit World Master genius who shook the martial cultivation world and swept through an entire era.
"That's right."
Jie Mubai smiled faintly. With a casual sweep of his wide sleeve, the blood mist left behind by the eight ninth-grade True Dragon Spirit World Masters gathered together and condensed into a single blood bead, which fell into his hand.
"Ancient Spirit World Masters really are ruthless — to trigger such a formation at the moment of death."
"Not only the treasures on their bodies, but even their origins were destroyed. They truly left not a single useful thing behind."
Gazing at the blood bead, Jie Mubai let out a sigh. Then he looked at Chu Feng and smiled lightly.
"Chu Feng, there's no need to be nervous."
"While your conflict with the Seven Realms Sacred Palace and Tian'er is real, and I am a member of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, my stance stands on Tiannian's side."