Chu Feng’s realization wasn’t solely due to the formidable aura emanating from the war halberd.
More crucially, surrounding the halberd stood rows of figures, neatly aligned.
These weren’t humans, nor did they resemble beast clans. Their grotesque appearances were more akin to malevolent spirits.
Each of these spirits towered at a hundred meters, and there were tens of thousands of them.
Tens of thousands of spirits, standing in orderly ranks, like guardians protecting the war halberd.
This alone wouldn’t have terrified Chu Feng, but what truly horrified him was that, despite their closed eyes and apparent slumber, their auras were unconcealed.
Chu Feng could sense that each of these spirits exuded the same cultivation level.
Tens of thousands of spirits, all with identical cultivation—Supreme Realm!!!
Though they were only First Rank Supreme, in the Ancestral Martial Star Region, this was extraordinary.
After all, in the entire Ancestral Martial Star Region, Supreme Realm experts were rare and countable.
Among the ten Heavenly Clans, only the Linghu Heavenly Clan, Tantai Heavenly Clan, and Jiaoli Heavenly Clan had Supreme Realm powerhouses.
From what Chu Feng had heard, aside from the Linghu Heavenly Clan, the Tantai and Jiaoli clans each had only their patriarch as a Supreme Realm cultivator.
This underscored the supreme status of the Supreme Realm in the Ancestral Martial Star Region.
It was a realm most cultivators could never reach in their lifetime.
Yet, those who attained it became untouchable existences in the region.
The Supreme Realm held an exalted position here.
Yet now, beneath Chu Feng, there were tens of thousands of such beings.
This scene filled him with both awe and dread.
“Had I known the legendary War God’s Halberd was hidden within this boundary gate, I should’ve brought Senior Gu Mingyuan along,” Chu Feng muttered, regretting his decision.
Though there were tens of thousands of Supreme Realm spirits below, a martial cultivator’s strength wasn’t determined by numbers alone.
Gu Mingyuan, though also a First Rank Supreme, was exceptionally powerful, as evidenced by her effortless defeat of the Blood Devouring Hall’s leader.
Chu Feng believed that with Gu Mingyuan here, they might have a chance to defeat these spirits and claim the War God’s Halberd.
*Snap—*
Suddenly, a hand landed on Chu Feng’s shoulder.
Startled, he darted thousands of meters forward before turning to look back.
To his relief, it wasn’t one of the spirits below but a person.
This person wore tattered clothes, resembling a beggar, short and frail, with messy white hair tied atop his head.
Around his waist hung a long pipe and ten wine gourds, marking him as both a smoker and a heavy drinker.
Yet, he also carried a bronze sword, ordinary in appearance, its power unclear, making it impossible to gauge its quality.
Behind him was a compass, which Chu Feng, as a spirit formation master, instantly recognized as a spirit formation compass.
This compass was of exceptional quality, a rare treasure.
Despite the man’s disheveled appearance, the compass gleamed, spotless, clearly well-maintained, showing how much he valued it.
Unfortunately, Chu Feng couldn’t see his face, as it was covered by a mask.
“Shh—”
As Chu Feng studied him, the man was also observing Chu Feng.
He gestured for silence, then swam upward through the sea, signaling Chu Feng to follow.
Chu Feng could tell this person was far safer than the spirits below. Besides, he wanted to know who this man was, why he was here, and perhaps how to leave this place.
Without much hesitation, Chu Feng followed.
Only when they were far from the spirits did the man stop.
“Unbelievable, I’ve been here for years and finally meet another cultivator,” the man said, his voice hoarse, likely from smoking, and aged.
Chu Feng deduced he was an elder.
“May I know your esteemed name, Senior?” Chu Feng asked, clasping his fists.
“No need to mention my name,” the elder replied. “Young man, help me with something, and I’ll give you something good.”
He took out a palm-sized, transparent bead from his cosmos sack, filled with green flames that surged like ferocious beasts trying to break free.
Seeing the flames, Chu Feng’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “Senior, is that a Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power?”
“Good eye! This is a type of Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power, called Ghost Flame Divine Power,” the elder said. “I see the Chu Heavenly Clan’s token at your waist. You must have a Heavenly Bloodline. Help me retrieve that war halberd, and I’ll teach you how to fuse with this power. Then you’ll possess both a Heavenly Bloodline and a Heavenly Bestowed Divine Body.”
Chu Feng’s heart raced, his face showing shock, his voice trembling.
He suddenly recalled something his father had told him.
In the Ancestral Martial Star Region, there was a spirit formation master who could help him transform his Four Symbols Divine Power into a Heavenly Bestowed Divine Body.
Then, Chu Feng could wield both his Heavenly Bloodline and the Four Symbols Divine Body!
“Senior, could you be… the renowned spirit formation master, Ox-Nosed Taoist?”
“Hm?”
The elder paused, then removed his mask.
Chu Feng saw his face clearly—aged, with small, sly eyes that gave off a cunning, merchant-like vibe.
But his nose was distinctive, bovine and strikingly ugly.
The elder stared at Chu Feng with those small eyes, a smug smile curving his lips.
“Remarkable, my name is so renowned that even with a mask, someone recognizes me,” he said. “You’re right, young man. I am the Ox-Nosed Old Taoist, famed across the Ancestral Martial Star Region as the greatest spirit formation master!”
