“Damn, if they can’t get inside, even getting close is pointless!”
Seeing this, many onlookers tensed up, their eyes filled with anxiety.
Some were so nervous that they clenched their fists, cold sweat dripping down.
The closer one got to the Tongtian Tower, the denser the assault from the killing formation became. Even Yin Zhuanghong, dodging under that onslaught, seemed to struggle.
If this continued, people genuinely feared she’d make a mistake, leading both herself and Chu Feng to their deaths.
Buzz—
But at that moment, a dazzling light suddenly radiated from Yin Zhuanghong and Chu Feng.
To be precise, it came from Chu Feng, emanating from his palm and carrying immense power.
It was a force woven from lightning, wind blades, and flames.
“If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that the power of the Tongtian Tower’s killing formation in Chu Feng’s hand?”
Suddenly, the crowd realized what was happening.
Boom—
Before they could think further, Chu Feng thrust both palms forward. The intertwined forces of wind, lightning, and fire formed a beam of light that shot straight at the Tongtian Tower.
Bang—
With a deafening crash, the tower’s wall was blasted open, creating an entrance.
The moment the entrance appeared, Chu Feng and Yin and Hong darted inside. Miraculously, the shattered wall instantly restored itself.
At the same time, the relentless killing formation, which had been attacking for so long, dissipated.
Looking at the Tongtian Tower now, it was exactly as it had been before they arrived, with even the ground’s battle scars erased.
It was as if the dangerous scene from moments ago had never happened.
Yet everyone present, including Lord Shoujian, was wide-eyed with shock, unable to calm their emotions.
“Lord Shoujian, if I saw correctly, Chu Feng used the power of the Tongtian Tower’s killing formation to break into the tower,” Kong Tianhui and other juniors said, turning to Lord Shoujian.
“Indeed,” Lord Shoujian confirmed.
“It really was the tower’s power? But how did he do it?” The crowd was even more astonished, and even the juniors from the Zhutian Starfield looked to Lord Shoujian.
“It was a formation. Young friend Chu Feng used a special formation to absorb the killing formation’s power into his own, turning it to his use,” Lord Shoujian explained. “And he began absorbing it the moment he stepped into the formation.”
“So, Chu Feng wasn’t resting earlier—he was preparing this formation from the start to break into the Tongtian Tower?” Kong Ci and others asked.
“Exactly. Never underestimate a Saint-cloak World Spiritist. In martial combat, they may not match cultivators, but with boundary techniques, their capabilities far surpass ordinary cultivators,” Lord Shoujian said, glancing at the Zhutian Starfield juniors who had mocked Chu Feng earlier.
He did it deliberately, wanting them to realize how ignorant they’d been.
The Zhutian Starfield juniors, already embarrassed, grew even more so under Lord Shoujian’s gaze.
The facts were undeniable—they had underestimated Chu Feng.
…
Inside the Tongtian Tower, Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong stood together.
In Chu Feng’s hand was a stone.
His ability to absorb the killing formation’s power owed much to his Saint-level boundary techniques, but the true key was this stone.
The stone looked unremarkable but could store the formation’s power.
Yin Zhuanghong had slipped it into his hand during their whispered exchange earlier.
Chu Feng also noticed something unusual about Yin Zhuanghong’s eyes. She wasn’t a Saint-cloak World Spiritist, yet she had seen through the killing formation’s every move.
Breaking through the formation’s assaults wasn’t about raw cultivation—it required special means.
As a Saint-cloak World Spiritist with Heavenly Eyes for insight, Chu Feng could also navigate the formation’s safe paths.
But even he could only match Yin Zhuanghong’s performance, not surpass it.
Yet Yin Zhuanghong wasn’t a World Spiritist.
Chu Feng concluded that her ability stemmed not from anything else but her eyes.
Though her eyes now appeared normal, Chu Feng sensed they were extraordinary.
“You’ve got quite a few secrets,” Chu Feng said, returning the stone to Yin Zhuanghong.
She took it, then crushed it with a snap.
“My clan’s ancestor once ventured here. Though she failed, she uncovered a flaw. To enter the Tongtian Tower, one needs either overwhelming power or the tower’s own power to break through,” Yin Zhuanghong explained. “She spent years gathering materials to craft this stone. But by the time it was complete, she died from exhaustion. And this stone could only be used once.”
“You didn’t have to destroy it. You could’ve kept it as a memento,” Chu Feng said.
“It was her dying wish to destroy it after use,” Yin Zhuanghong replied, scattering the powdered stone on the ground.
“Compared to the stone, I’m more curious about your eyes,” Chu Feng said.
At that, Yin Zhuanghong shot him a glare.
In that instant, the woman before him was no longer the ethereal beauty.
She was a terrifying presence—not a demon or monster, but something so fearsome it made even Chu Feng’s heart skip.
The sensation vanished quickly.
Looking at Yin Zhuanghong again, her expression was cold, her gaze normal, with no hint of anything amiss.
But in that fleeting moment, Chu Feng had felt an overwhelming pressure from her eyes.
“Everyone has secrets. You have them too,” Yin Zhuanghong said coldly.
Chu Feng shrugged, conceding her point. Everyone had secrets, and his weren’t easily shared either.
“My apologies for overstepping,” he said with a hint of regret.
Yin Zhuanghong ignored him, scanning their surroundings.
Chu Feng had already observed the area.
They were on the first floor of the Tongtian Tower.
There were no weapons here—almost nothing at all. The space was empty except for a plaque in the center.
The plaque bore bold words: **Only one weapon may be taken from the tower!!!**
Clear and direct, it informed Chu Feng and Yin Zhuanghong that they could not take more.
