"This person — the size of an entire world?" Chu Feng asked.
"No, this is exactly what we saw," the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace replied.
"His voice? Was it the same person who spoke from behind the gate?" Chu Feng asked again.
"It was identical to the voice that came from behind the gate earlier," the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace said.
"Is that so?" Chu Feng murmured thoughtfully.
"Young friend Chu Feng, why do you ask whether it's as vast as an entire world?" Zhao Laoba asked.
Chu Feng didn't hide anything. He told everyone about how the thing behind the gate bore a striking resemblance to the one he had seen before — most likely the master of the Primordial Graveyard.
"Could it be that we're facing the master of the Primordial Graveyard?"
Hearing this, everyone's expressions grew even more grave, realizing that their opponent was far more powerful than they had anticipated.
"But the voice is different, and the size is different. It could be a clone, or it could simply be from the same race."
Chu Feng offered his analysis.
"But bro, this… this isn't even the point. The point is we can't… can't beat him," Wang Qiang said.
Chu Feng glanced at Zhao Laoba and the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace.
The dejected looks on their faces made it clear that both had already lost their will to fight.
"Let me try," Chu Feng decided.
"You try?"
"You… you're going to how? A True God fighting a Heavenly God? And a… a Fifth-rank Heavenly God at that?"
"Isn't this just suicide, bro?"
"Calm down, there must be… there must be another way."
Wang Qiang was panicking. He knew that if Chu Feng said something like that, he truly intended to go in.
But a Fifth-rank Heavenly God — how could they possibly fight that?
Everyone fell silent. The only ones capable of opposing that being were the patriarch of the Zhao Immortal Clan and the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace, and both of them had already been defeated.
A sense of despair and frustration enveloped them all.
"Big brother, I'll go with you."
"Brother Chu Feng, I'll go with you."
"Chu Feng, I'll go with you."
But just then, three voices rang out simultaneously.
It was Little Fishy, Song Yun, and Xian Miaomiao.
"What are you… you going for? To die… die together for love?"
"Fighting head-on isn't the answer. There must be another way. Let's all think about it together. Maybe… maybe we don't actually need to defeat him?"
Wang Qiang said this, but truthfully, he couldn't think of a solution either.
"There is a way."
But at that moment, Shen Hui's voice rang out.
All eyes turned to Shen Hui.
"Master, I have a theory," Shen Hui said to Chu Feng.
"What theory?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Primordial Graveyard had the Seven Star Alignment, which seemed like a way to break through, but in reality, it was granting boons."
"Could it be that the Seven Star Alignment was meant to select inheritors, and this is simply a trial for you all?"
"So the one who should challenge him would be the inheritor of the Seven Stars," Shen Hui said.
"That can't be right — that being is a Fifth-rank Heavenly God!"
"But Chu Feng and the others are all juniors," Zhao Zhuyin said.
"That means we underestimated the Primordial Graveyard."
"We know nothing about it, but it may know everything about us. It understands all of us."
"Our gathering here may not have been coincidence at all."
"Take our clan's ability, for example."
"In truth, our clan can not only lend our barrier cultivation to others."
"We can also transfer someone else's cultivation and lend it to yet another person."
"For instance, since the Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace is here, our clan could lend her cultivation to Master — and not just to Master, but to multiple people at the same time," Shen Hui explained.
"You're saying you could raise many people's cultivation to the level of a Fifth-rank Heavenly God?" Zhao Laoba asked.