Chu Feng continued to delve deeper, soon arriving at the end of the corridor.
At the end of the corridor was another path.
Below this path lay an endless abyss, so deep that even the cultivators present couldn’t see the bottom.
Though the bottom was invisible, the aura of danger was palpable, and eerie wails could be heard, as if the abyss hid vengeful spirits, demons, and invincible monsters.
But compared to the abyss, the path itself was even more terrifying.
This path, suspended above the abyss and leading deeper into the Bloodline Altar, was made entirely of intertwined lightning.
Nine-colored lightning, like countless thunder dragons, coiled and intertwined, as if locked in battle.
They roared with thunderous cries, exuding an aura of inviolable majesty and unparalleled power.
For ordinary people, even approaching this path would be unthinkable, let alone walking on it.
Yet Chu Feng had already reached the end of this path.
Behind him, many of the younger generation from the Chu Clan followed, eager to witness how Chu Feng would traverse this treacherous road.
Chu Feng didn’t immediately proceed. Instead, he picked up a stone and tossed it into the abyss.
With his current cultivation level, the stone should have flown far across the abyss.
But as soon as the stone left his hand, it plummeted straight down into the abyss.
“There’s a gravitational pull?” Chu Feng frowned slightly, realizing that flying across the abyss was impossible.
The abyss’s gravitational force would pull him in, leaving only one path forward: the road of nine-colored lightning.
Having made up his mind, Chu Feng didn’t hesitate. He stepped onto the lightning path.
He knew that if he wanted to reach the depths of the Bloodline Altar, this was the only way.
Crackle—
As soon as Chu Feng stepped onto the lightning path, bolts of lightning transformed into whips, lashing at his body.
The powerful lightning strikes tore through his clothes, leaving bloody, gaping wounds on his flesh.
“How could this be?”
“Wasn’t it said that Brother Chu Feng, with his Martial Immortal cultivation, could directly enter the depths of the Bloodline Altar? Why is he suffering such torment?”
Seeing this, the onlookers’ eyes filled with pity.
Just by watching, they could imagine the excruciating pain of being whipped by lightning.
And Chu Feng had to endure countless lashes with every step he took.
Chu Feng had only just stepped onto the lightning path, yet he was already covered in blood, his body mangled and unrecognizable.
Despite being a fifth-grade Martial Immortal, Chu Feng swayed unsteadily on the lightning path, battered by the lightning whips, as if he might fall into the abyss at any moment.
If it were them on that path, a single lightning whip would likely shatter their souls.
“I understand now. I finally understand why only Martial Immortal-level juniors can activate the Bloodline Altar.”
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. It was Chu Huanyu.
Not only was Chu Huanyu present, but Chu Haoyan was also there.
They hadn’t rushed to break through the barrier gates because, compared to the techniques here, they were more concerned about Chu Feng.
They had been waiting at the end of the corridor, wanting to witness Chu Feng’s journey into the depths of the Bloodline Altar.
“Chu Huanyu, did you discover something?” Chu Haoyan asked with concern upon hearing Chu Huanyu’s words.
“Because there are two restrictions within the Bloodline Altar.”
“First, only juniors can enter the Bloodline Altar. Even after it’s activated, only we juniors can enter.”
“Second, there’s the lightning path. To pass through it, one must endure the torment of the lightning whips.”
“But to endure this torment, one must at least have the cultivation of a Martial Immortal. Otherwise, both the soul and the body would be unable to withstand the power of the lightning whips.”
“From what we’re seeing now, even a Martial Immortal can only barely endure the power of the lightning whips,” Chu Huanyu explained.
“So, Chu Feng will have to endure this torment the entire way?” Chu Haoyan’s expression grew increasingly worried.
The path was long, seemingly endless, and the lightning whips would continue to lash at Chu Feng. Already, Chu Feng was swaying unsteadily, and no one knew how much longer he could hold on.
“Most likely. If he succeeds, he’ll enter the true Bloodline Altar and gain insights beyond what ordinary people can achieve.”
“But if he can’t endure the torment and falls into the abyss, it will be a fate worse than death.”
“Indeed, there’s no power in this world that comes without a price. The greater the power, the greater the cost.”
As Chu Huanyu spoke, his expression grew grave, and his eyes filled with concern for Chu Feng.
By now, their attitudes toward Chu Feng had undergone a significant shift, and they had come to understand him better.
They knew that Chu Feng was a miracle child, capable of achieving what others could not.
But even knowing how extraordinary Chu Feng was, they couldn’t help but worry.
After leaving the Chu Clan and encountering the more powerful families and forces in the Ancestral Martial Cultivation World, they had truly realized their own insignificance.
They knew that even with the Chu Clan as their shield, they were still very weak in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
They were powerless to change this.
But Chu Feng could. That was why they had let go of their hatred and changed their attitudes toward him so drastically.
It wasn’t just because Chu Feng had helped them.
More importantly, they recognized that only Chu Feng could change the future of the Chu Clan.
That was why they were so worried. They feared Chu Feng’s failure.
If Chu Feng failed, it wouldn’t just be his failure—it would be the failure of the entire Chu Clan.
At this moment, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Chu Feng, watching as his bloodied body swayed under the relentless lashing of the lightning whips, yet he continued to move forward step by step.
A complex mix of emotions filled their hearts.
Of course, there were some who, despite their outward concern, secretly hoped for Chu Feng’s failure.
These people were likely driven by jealousy, envious of Chu Feng’s excellence, and thus wished for his downfall.
But most of them genuinely hoped for Chu Feng’s success.
They hoped that Chu Feng could endure and make it through the lightning path.
