At the same time, Baili Xukong, Dongfang Hansong, and the others were also observing Chu Feng's location through their treasure.
"Chu Feng, it's really Chu Feng."
Seeing Chu Feng trapped, Baili Xukong's gritted teeth were accompanied by wild joy and excitement on his face.
After all, he had staked his own future to persuade the six neutral-faction elders to activate the Prison God's Bestowed Gift.
But what Baili Xukong didn't know was that there was someone who wanted to see Chu Feng captured just as badly.
That someone was Dongfang Hansong.
Haroring ulterior motives, Dongfang Hansong feared Chu Feng being alive more than anyone, and wished for Chu Feng's death more than anyone.
And so, Baili Xukong and Dongfang Hansong simultaneously organized their forces and charged toward the starry sky where Chu Feng was located.
"It's done."
At that moment, Lie Shan and the others who had activated the Prison God's Bestowed Gift wore smiles on their faces.
Because their illusion formation had already locked onto Chu Feng, who was now completely immobilized and would soon be dragged into the illusion formation.
And Baili Xukong's group would certainly track down Chu Feng.
As long as Baili Xukong and the others surrounded Chu Feng, they would then release the Prison God's Bestowed Gift, and Chu Feng would be captured alive.
But among the six, Cang Li wore a complicated expression.
Even though he had learned that Chu Feng was not a descendant of the Prison Lord.
Even though Dongfang Hansong had told him that Yun Ao was killed by members of the Chu Clan Alliance.
When he thought about how a talent like Chu Feng was about to fall, his heart was still filled with a mixture of emotions, and he couldn't bear it.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng's consciousness was plummeting into the illusion formation.
But before fully entering, he still maintained his clarity.
"Little Fish, Brother Fei, don't worry. Their method targets those who carry the Prison Infant."
"However, this treasure seems to have another function. I may be able to break through it."
After saying this to Little Fish, Chu Feng completely closed his eyes and allowed the force to drag him into the illusion formation.
"Wait—I'm sensing that I'm about to enter the illusion formation?"
Soon after, Lie Shan looked panicked.
"I'm getting the same feeling."
The others similarly showed uneasy expressions.
As the ones directing the illusion formation, they should not have been pulled into it themselves.
But before they could think further, everything around them began to shift.
When everything stabilized, they found themselves in a desolate mountain range.
"Where did these little brats come from?"
Cang Li was startled. The five people standing around him were no longer the five neutral-faction elders, but five children around seven or eight years old.
"Aren't you a little brat too?"
But soon, one of them pointed at Cang Li and demanded in a childish voice.
"I—what the—"
Cang Li hurriedly touched his own face. That tender skin couldn't possibly belong to him, an old man—he was clearly a small child himself now.
At that moment, everyone was completely dumbfounded.
Although they all appeared as children, the strange thing was that those youthful faces wore the expressions of old men.
This made everyone suddenly realize.
They had all been turned into their own childhood selves.
"I understand now."
"It must be that Jie Tianran's talisman was faulty, causing our activation of the Prison God's Bestowed Gift to go wrong."
"What we opened was not the illusion formation that could ambush Chu Feng."
"Instead, we fully activated the Prison God's Bestowed Gift, sending us into the Holy Land where one challenges the Prison God."
Ting Yun said.
"Then aren't we dead for sure?"
Hearing this, Lie Shan and the others were terrified.
"Wait, that doesn't seem right?"
"Isn't the Holy Land supposed to have a blood-red sky, and the Prison God's true form should appear within it to summon us?"
"But aside from these endless mountains, there's not a single blade of grass to be seen—truly desolate. And the sky is blue with white clouds. This doesn't match the description of the Holy Land at all."
Cang Li said.
"That's true."
Hearing this, Ting Yun also agreed. The current scene was indeed different from the Holy Land.
According to records, the Holy Land's sky was blood-red. Though it was called a Holy Land, it was the Prison Sect's Holy Land—any normal person seeing it would not think it was a holy place, but rather would believe it was hell.
But soon, the clear sky changed, becoming covered in a blood-red hue.
Even the clouds turned a deeper shade of blood-red. Under these conditions, the desolate endless mountain range was also bathed in the crimson glow.
"No way—we really did enter the Holy Land."
Seeing this, the six neutral-faction elders all felt their hearts tighten.
"This is bad, this is bad. I can feel the Prison Infant inside me pulsing."
"It's the Prison God's summoning."