The phenomenon reappeared, shocking everyone present.
“Clan Leader Tantai, do you know why this phenomenon has appeared again?” Wuming Ken asked.
“Sir, regarding the Nine Dragons Phenomenon Ridge, though it rarely appeared in the last ten thousand years, in my grandfather’s time, it occurred multiple times,” Tantai Xiangnan replied.
“But I’ve never heard of it appearing twice in a row. This is unprecedented, and I don’t know why.”
Hearing this, the crowd found the recurring phenomenon even stranger.
*Zzzt!*
Suddenly, two ferocious thunderbolts struck, drawing all eyes. Unlike the other snake-like bolts, these were dragons—mighty enough to tear the void, radiating a regal aura.
If the earlier thunder inspired dread, these instilled outright fear. Even major figures furrowed their brows.
*Boom!*
As panic spread, the bolts crashed into the depths of the Nine Dragons Phenomenon Ridge.
Linghu Yueyue and others in the depths fled in terror, as did those outside.
Yet, astonishingly, the thunderbolts didn’t harm them, merely carving two deep craters.
The extraordinary lightning lingered on the ground, veiling the truth.
As it dissipated, so did the thunderclouds above.
Everyone realized these bolts were unique, their gazes fixed on the craters, eager to uncover what lay within once the lightning cleared.
“What’s that?” Master Liangqiu exclaimed, joy spreading across his face.
Other experts’ eyes widened in shock.
Finally, the lightning faded, revealing the truth.
The crowd’s expressions shifted—many gasped.
“It’s Chu Feng! And Wuma Shengjie! They’re alive!”
Not just the younger generation, even elders and major figures were stunned.
Surviving the Gate of Certain Death was unheard of.
But these two didn’t just walk out—they triggered a phenomenon, descending with ferocious thunder from the storm clouds. How could anyone not be shocked?
“Clan Leader!”
Tantai Celestial Clan experts turned to Tantai Xiangnan.
He didn’t respond, silencing his clansmen with a glance.
Compared to others, Tantai Xiangnan seemed calm, but his gaze was heavy, locked on Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie, analyzing and pondering.
The Nine Dragons Phenomenon Ridge was his clan’s creation, once a forbidden zone.
It was opened to all because, despite years of control, no clansman had reached the depths of the Nine Dragons Upper Realm.
They hoped outsiders might succeed.
Yet over the years, no one had, leading the clan to doubt the legends, believing the ridge’s wonders unrelated to the fabled Nine Dragons Qi.
Now, someone had entered the Gate of Certain Death and emerged unscathed.
Outsiders speculated Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie reached the legendary depths, touching the Nine Dragons Qi—how could the Tantai Clan not think the same?
*Swish!*
Amid the shock, Tang Zhenghao emerged from a hidden path.
Seeing Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie, he froze, face paling as if he’d seen ghosts.
He’d witnessed them enter the Gate of Certain Death, presuming them dead.
*Swish! Swish!*
Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie exchanged a glance, then soared to the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars’ slots.
Realizing they’d survived and likely cleared the deadly path, Tang Zhenghao leapt to claim the final slot.
“It seems our young friends had quite the experience,” Wuming Ken said with a smile, hinting at curiosity without asking outright.
“Indeed, sir. It was extraordinary—like a trip through hell,” Chu Feng replied, grinning.
“You’re still joking, Chu Feng. That hell can’t be as bad as rumored,” Wuming Ken teased.
“You’re too kind, sir. Many are curious about what I faced. Should I share now or proceed with the Ten Stars selection?” Chu Feng asked.
He asked because, since appearing, he’d been bombarded with telepathic inquiries, mostly from strangers. Annoyed, he wanted Wuming Ken to quiet them.
“Your experiences are private, Chu Feng. No one should pry,” Wuming Ken said sternly.
As expected, most inquiries ceased, though a few persisted. Chu Feng ignored them.
“With the Ten Stars chosen, we move to the final stage: the ranking spar,” Wuming Ken announced loudly.
“Sir, wait!”
“I want to join the Ten Stars selection!”
A voice interrupted, surprising all.
If it came from the ridge, fine—but it was from outside.
Someone who hadn’t entered the ridge demanding to join? That was troublemaking!
Eyes turned to see who dared disrupt such an event.
“That’s…!”
The sight stunned everyone, including Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie.
It was the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s undisputed top genius…
Linghu Hongfei!
