After his body was enveloped in light, Chu Feng was completely unable to move. He only felt himself floating, propelled by an invisible force, moving rapidly.
Finally, the light dissipated, and Chu Feng’s feet touched the ground.
Yet, even though the force pushing him had vanished, the momentum lingered.
This caused Chu Feng to stumble upon landing, unable to stand steady. After taking a few quick steps forward, he lost his balance and fell face-first onto the ground with a thud.
It must be noted that Chu Feng was a master at the Exalted Realm.
With such cultivation, if he were to return to the Nine Provinces Continent, he would be a truly earth-shattering existence.
Yet, despite such prowess, Chu Feng still couldn’t steady himself, which showed just how fast that movement had been.
It didn’t even give Chu Feng time to react.
“This seems to be a teleportation array, so everyone should be safe?”
Though lying on the ground was somewhat embarrassing, Chu Feng could sense his physical condition.
At present, though his movements were a bit unsightly, his body was completely unharmed.
This made Chu Feng believe that the earlier light hadn’t harmed anyone; it was merely a teleportation force.
“No wonder I could sense the power of a barrier within that light.”
Chu Feng stood up, preparing to survey his surroundings.
“We’re still inside the Void Sacred Tree. Despite such rapid movement earlier, it seems… as the Clan Leader said, this place is absurdly vast.”
Chu Feng realised that he was still within the Void Sacred Tree.
But soon, his attention was drawn to something ahead.
In front of him was a fruit, about the size of a peach, but its appearance was more akin to a watermelon, especially the patterns on its surface, which were identical to a watermelon’s.
However, this was no ordinary watermelon—this watermelon was golden.
Most importantly, Chu Feng, a formidable Exalted Realm martial cultivator and a Saint-cloak World Spiritist, felt an instinctive sense of awe upon seeing this golden watermelon.
This golden watermelon exuded a regal aura that even Chu Feng couldn’t help but revere!!!
“Bloody hell, am I dreaming?”
Chu Feng’s first thought was that he had stumbled upon the legendary golden fruit said to grant entry to the Divine Hall.
Yet, he found it hard to believe—it seemed far too coincidental.
Thus, ever cautious, Chu Feng began to examine his surroundings again, using his Heaven’s Eyes to observe and verify the authenticity of the objects around him.
Under the Heaven’s Eyes, there were no flaws.
Not only did the surrounding trees look real, but even some of the green fruits nearby appeared utterly authentic.
Swish—
Chu Feng reached out and grabbed a green fruit. He took a few bites, and whether it was the texture or the aura, it was identical to the ones he had eaten before.
“It seems everything before me is real. But… according to the Clan Leader, these golden fruits should be extremely rare, shouldn’t they?”
“Could the legend be so unreliable?”
Despite such thoughts, Chu Feng remained cautious. He began using his Heaven’s Eyes to closely inspect the golden fruit.
After observing for a while, he couldn’t find anything amiss.
So, Chu Feng reached out to grab it, but he discovered that, although the golden fruit was clearly there, he couldn’t retrieve it from a distance.
“Does it have to be picked by hand?”
With no other choice, Chu Feng went to pluck the golden fruit himself.
Buzz—
But the moment he touched the golden fruit, his surroundings instantly changed.
In an instant, it was as if Chu Feng had fallen from the Void Sacred Tree into a boundless hell.
All around him was magma, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see, like an ocean of molten rock.
This magma not only emitted a bloody stench, but within it were countless people.
There were so many—densely packed. Within Chu Feng’s line of sight alone, there were over a thousand.
Their bodies were submerged in the magma, their faces contorted in agony, letting out waves of screams.
One person’s cry was nothing, but the simultaneous wails of thousands created a truly chilling sound.
Looking at his hand, Chu Feng saw that the golden fruit was gone, replaced by a fiery red stone.
“An illusion?”
Chu Feng initially thought it was all an illusion, but soon, a burning pain shot through his hand. Upon closer inspection, his entire palm was nearly melted from the heat.
“This sensation feels so real?”
Even so, Chu Feng didn’t let go of the stone, convinced that it was all an illusion. What he held wasn’t a fiery red stone—it should be the golden fruit.
If he let go now, he might lose the golden fruit.
Though Chu Feng persisted, the pain grew stronger. The stone was burning not just his flesh but his very soul.
Most critically, Chu Feng’s body couldn’t heal. Soon, the hand holding the stone was completely incinerated.
Seeing this, Chu Feng hurriedly turned, intending to grab the stone with his other hand, but he found that the stone had turned into a wisp of light and vanished.
With no other option, Chu Feng used his Heaven’s Eyes again to search for traces of the golden fruit.
But under the Heaven’s Eyes, not only could he find no trace of the golden fruit, even the surrounding scene showed no signs of change—as if the boundless hell he was in was real.
“This is not good.”
Chu Feng’s brows furrowed, a rare trace of panic flickering in his eyes.
