“That’s the Path of Certain Death! Chu Feng jumped in willingly—isn’t that just suicidal?”
Many were stunned by Chu Feng’s actions, especially those who didn’t know him but had bet their Immortal Martial Stones on him.
They’d hoped Chu Feng’s incredible strength would clinch first place in the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection, earning them a fortune.
Now, all those Immortal Martial Stones were wasted.
As for Chu Feng, he hadn’t thought much about it. In that split second, he’d made the decision instinctively.
After all, Wuma Shengjie had fallen into the Path of Certain Death to save him—how could he stand by and do nothing?
After diving in, Chu Feng quickly found Wuma Shengjie.
She was sitting near the entrance, lightning coursing through her body, gales piercing her bones, clearly injured.
Wuma Shengjie was healing herself.
Seeing this, Chu Feng didn’t hesitate and stepped forward to help.
“Chu Feng, why’d you come in?” Wuma Shengjie looked shocked seeing him.
“Don’t talk,” Chu Feng said, focusing on healing her.
Though her injuries were serious, Chu Feng acted in time. The damage mostly paralyzed her body rather than being fatal, so after a short while, her condition stabilized.
She’d need to recover the rest slowly on her own.
“Why’d you follow me? Don’t you value your life?” Wuma Shengjie glared at Chu Feng, annoyed.
“Then why’d you take that hit for me? Don’t *you* value your life?” Chu Feng shot back.
“Who said I took it for you? I was trying to push you aside and dodge myself, but I underestimated its speed and got hit. It was an accident, not me saving you on purpose,” Wuma Shengjie said.
“Still saved me, though,” Chu Feng replied.
“We’re friends, aren’t we? Was I supposed to let you die?”
“By the way, why were you staring at this Path of Certain Death earlier? Linghu Tiemian was sneaking up, and you didn’t even notice,” Wuma Shengjie said.
“Alright, my bad, okay? Since we’re already here, let’s figure out how to get out,” Chu Feng said.
“Guess we’ll see what this so-called Path of Certain Death is all about,” Wuma Shengjie said.
She said this because both she and Chu Feng could see that the way they’d come was gone—replaced by an unbreakable wall.
They had no choice but to move forward.
“Let’s go. If it’s a blessing, it’s not a curse; if it’s a curse, we can’t avoid it,” Chu Feng said with a faint smile, then shot forward into the unknown path.
“This guy—does he have no sense of fear?” Wuma Shengjie muttered, exasperated.
This was a proven Path of Certain Death.
Anyone else in their place would be terrified, maybe even sobbing.
But Chu Feng? Not only was he unafraid, he was smiling, as if this wasn’t a deadly trap but some thrilling adventure.
“Sigh… no wonder they say carefree people live happier lives. Seems true,” Wuma Shengjie sighed, then followed Chu Feng, speeding deeper.
The path sloped downward, leading into the earth’s depths.
At first, nothing seemed unusual, but as they went on, the walls ahead were suddenly covered in countless talismans.
“Such powerful talismans… could these be Demon-Subduing Charms?” Wuma Shengjie looked at Chu Feng, uncertain. The talismans seemed extraordinarily potent, too complex for her to confirm.
But her eyes also betrayed unease.
Though unsure, she suspected they were indeed Demon-Subduing Charms.
As a World Spiritist, she knew what those were for.
Demon-Subduing Charms trapped evil spirits, and their strength often reflected the power of the spirit they confined.
“They are Demon-Subduing Charms, and they’re high-grade. Definitely not left by an ordinary World Spiritist,” Chu Feng said.
“If there’s really an evil spirit here, it’s likely beyond what we can handle.”
“So what, just sit here and wait to die?” Wuma Shengjie asked.
“Waiting to die’s boring. How about we go find death instead?” Chu Feng said.
“Fine. At least I’ve got you to die with me,” Wuma Shengjie said, then darted into the talisman-covered area, pressing deeper.
Seeing her like this, Chu Feng’s lips curved into another smile.
Wuma Shengjie, perhaps due to her childhood, was usually cold and distant.
But now, she was gradually shedding her guarded shell—at least around Chu Feng.
**Whoosh—**
With a leap, Chu Feng followed, plunging deeper alongside her.
Unbeknownst to them, after they entered that area, changes occurred at the entrance to the thirteenth path.
Since being struck by that phenomenon’s lightning, the entrance had been wreathed in it. Though the phenomenon had faded, the lightning lingered.
Now, the lightning began to shift, forming two vague figures at the entrance’s center.
Though blurry, people could roughly make out Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie.
“The lightning’s forming images of Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie. Why’s this happening?” onlookers murmured.
Even experts like Master Liangqiu and Wuming Xingyun were puzzled by the change.
“It seems they’ve gone deep into the path,” said Tantai Xiangnan, the Tantai Heavenly Clan’s leader, breaking the confusion.
“Clan Leader Tantai, does this lightning image mean something?” Master Liangqiu asked.
“Exactly, Master Liangqiu. These lightning images are a sign—they represent Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie’s lives.”
“As long as the images remain, they live.”
“If the images fade, they die,” Tantai Xiangnan explained.
