But laments were laments — they all knew what weighed on Chu Feng's mind most right now.
It was naturally the safety of the Spirit Clan.
"Young friend Chu Feng, take a look at these. Perhaps they'll be of some use."
Every faction had brought out their most prized treasures, hoping to contribute something toward healing the Spirit Clan.
And indeed, these factions were titanic powers with deep reserves. Among the materials they offered, some were things Chu Feng could genuinely put to use.
"Everyone, I'm grateful."
Looking over the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Chu Feng was quite moved. Though their effects might be limited, these were valuable items nonetheless. Who would part with such things unless they truly meant well?
After a time, Chu Feng successfully purged the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace's bloodline from the Spirit Clan's power entirely.
He then began integrating the usable heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the formation, re-merging the power back into the Spirit Clan.
But the moment the formation was activated, Chu Feng was instantly drenched in sweat, his expression strained with effort.
The difficulty of this formation was extraordinarily high.
"Master, we're already much improved. You needn't exhaust yourself on our behalf," Shen Hui and the others spoke up one after another.
It was already like this at the start. If he continued, even without a backlash from the bloodline's frenzy, the strain of driving this formation would leave Chu Feng gravely weakened — possibly even at risk of death.
"Since you've acknowledged me as your master, then you'll do as I say."
"I know what I'm doing."
When Chu Feng said this, the members of the Spirit Clan had nothing more to say.
As for the others, though they worried for Chu Feng as well, they could only hold their tongues. After all, he was saving lives — how could they tell him to stop?
Fortunately, the Spirit Clan's power was ultimately re-fused into their bodies without incident.
Though they couldn't be restored to their original state and remained frail, their lives had at least been preserved.
But Chu Feng had completely spent his strength. He couldn't even stand steadily.
His condition was dire — not something that would recover anytime soon — yet none of them had any way to help.
Xiao Yu'er and the others ached with worry.
Just then, the Huangfu Heavenly Clan's patriarch pushed through the crowd, and in his hand he held the Lightning Fire Sword.
"Young friend Chu Feng, I know now isn't the right time, but…"
"The power sealing the Ancient Tomb hasn't dissipated, and the oppressive aura hanging over us only grows stronger."
"Has the Seven-Star Alignment not fully completed?"
Hearing this, no one blamed the Huangfu Heavenly Clan patriarch.
Because what he said was true — that aura of danger had indeed grown more intense.
If this matter wasn't resolved, not just Chu Feng, but every last one of them was doomed.
"Let me try."
Chu Feng gestured for the Huangfu Heavenly Clan patriarch to hand him the Lightning Fire Sword.
"Big brother, maybe you should wait a bit?" Xiao Yu'er said, uneasy.
She feared that if he took up this sword, the burden might be too much.
"It's fine."
"This does need to be handled quickly. If we don't deal with it, we're all in danger," Chu Feng said.
The Huangfu Heavenly Clan patriarch placed the Lightning Fire Sword into Chu Feng's hand.
BOOM— In that instant, the thunder and flame sealing the world seemed to respond to the sword's call, swirling around the world like a hurricane.
Not only could those outside see it, but those inside could feel it even more keenly — the force within was enough to tear heaven and earth apart.
Chu Feng then raised the Lightning Fire Sword high and soared into the sky.