"Chu Feng, encountering you has been an unexpected blessing for us."
"With you mediating between us, the conflict between our clan and the Divine Body Heavenly Palace should be much easier to resolve," the Huangfu Heavenly Clan's Clan Master added.
Hearing this, the worry weighing on Chu Feng's mind finally eased.
Although the Divine Body Heavenly Palace had grown stronger compared to before, the gap between them and the Huangfu Heavenly Clan was still vast.
If the Huangfu Heavenly Clan truly intended to strike ruthlessly, the Divine Body Heavenly Palace would likely face destruction—which was precisely why Chu Feng had spoken up to plead on their behalf.
He had wanted to test whether his influence carried any weight. If it didn't, he would have had to think of another approach.
After all, the Divine Body Heavenly Palace had shown kindness to Wang Qiang. As his brother's allies, Chu Feng couldn't simply stand by and watch. Moreover, he had a favorable impression of that Yuwen Yanri.
"Chu Feng, it's not like they're going to fight anyway, and the Divine Body Heavenly Palace isn't going to be of much use."
"Why not just have the Huangfu Heavenly Clan help you seize the advantage?" Eggy asked.
Compared to the Divine Body Heavenly Palace, Eggy was more concerned with whether Chu Feng would reap any benefits.
"There's no rush. The map that appeared earlier wasn't just a map—it also contained a method for unraveling the formation. That method is quite complex, and I've been thinking it over the entire way without managing to fully figure it out."
"So even if Jie Mubai went ahead, he wouldn't be able to crack it quickly. Even if he managed to unravel parts of it, he'd mostly just be doing the work for me," Chu Feng said.
"And what if you're wrong? What if it's actually easy to unravel, and Jie Mubai cracks it?" Eggy asked.
"Then that's on me. If my guess is wrong, that's my problem, and I'll have to take responsibility for my own miscalculation," Chu Feng said.
"You're putting on an act again. You're pretty confident, aren't you? Well, this queen trusts your judgment," Eggy laughed.
At the same time, the Huangfu Heavenly Clan members had been chatting with Chu Feng continuously.
Their enthusiasm was so overbearing it felt as though they owed him money—it couldn't even be called enthusiasm anymore. It was practically fawning.
If it had only been Huangfu Shengyu and Huangfu Zhantian, that would have been one thing. But even the dignified Clan Master of the Huangfu Heavenly Clan was behaving this way.
It made Chu Feng somewhat uncomfortable. The last time they had met, they hadn't been nearly this enthusiastic.
But only the Huangfu Heavenly Clan knew the truth.
After parting ways with Chu Feng last time, they had been consumed with regret—regret that they hadn't deepened their relationship with him further. That was exactly why, upon meeting him again, they were so eager.
In truth, they had happened to run into Chu Feng, which was why they said they had no intention of doing anything to the Divine Body Heavenly Palace.
Otherwise, they had genuinely planned to settle the score. Even if they didn't destroy the Divine Body Heavenly Palace entirely, they would have made sure it paid a heavy price.
After all, the Huangfu Heavenly Clan had once dared to cause an uproar at the Summit of the Nine Heavens. They had never been ones to let things slide.
...
Outside a tomb world within the Primordial Tomb, a layer of brilliant radiance appeared, enveloping the entire world.
It was a defensive grand formation, but this formation did not originally belong to this realm.
It was the work of the Divine Body Heavenly Palace.
The defensive formation was divided into three layers.
The strongest was the innermost layer.
Beneath a massive tombstone, densely packed cultivators of the Divine Body Heavenly Palace were positioned.
At present, nearly all of them sat cross-legged, participating in powering the defensive formation.
But there were two exceptions—the Palace Master of the Divine Body Heavenly Palace and his grandson, Yuwen Yanri.
The Palace Master sat cross-legged on the ground. His face, neck, hands—every part of his body not covered by clothing—bore shocking scars, some of which had been there for some time.
But these wounds had not been present when he first entered the Age of Gods.
Now he gripped a golden staff, its ends thick and unwieldy. It did not resemble an ordinary weapon but rather some kind of secret treasure.
The Palace Master had not concealed his aura, yet the energy he exuded was no longer that of a First Rank True God—it was the might of a Second Rank True God.
Yet even with cultivation of this level, his eyes remained vigilant, as though facing a great enemy.
The reason for all this was none other than Yuwen Yanri.