“What? So weak?”
Hearing this, Chu Feng’s heart trembled.
In truth, Chu Feng’s ambitions didn’t lie in the Holy Light Galaxy.
His ultimate goal was the Seven Realms Galaxy.
There, the Seven Realms Holy Mansion—the force where his mother resided—was located.
Chu Feng’s desire to reach the Seven Realms Holy Mansion stemmed from his wish to save his mother.
However, his father had once told him that the Seven Realms Galaxy’s strength surpassed that of the Holy Light Galaxy.
To venture into the Seven Realms Galaxy, Chu Feng needed to first establish himself in the Holy Light Galaxy.
At the very least, his cultivation couldn’t be too weak, or he’d be doomed to achieve nothing in the Seven Realms Galaxy.
Over the years, Chu Feng had trained relentlessly, his cultivation growing at a pace far exceeding ordinary people.
Now, among his peers, Chu Feng was considered top-tier.
But in the context of the entire Ancestral Martial Starfield, he remained an insignificant figure.
Yet, he hadn’t expected that the Ancestral Martial Starfield would be so feeble compared to the Holy Light Galaxy.
This realization hit Chu Feng hard, highlighting the vast gap in strength.
To think, in the weak Ancestral Martial Starfield, he still had no foothold.
What right did he have to challenge the rulers of the Seven Realms Galaxy?
The mere thought of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion felt like an enormous mountain crushing him, leaving him breathless.
“Now do you see how fortunate you are to be my disciple?” Old Man Ox-Nose asked with a smug grin.
“Senior, I’ll complete the task you’ve given me. But after it’s done, should I come back here to find you?” Chu Feng asked.
“No need to find me—you wouldn’t be able to anyway. I’ll come to you,” Old Man Ox-Nose replied.
“Understood, Senior.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
Chu Feng stored the map, clasped his fists toward Old Man Ox-Nose, and prepared to depart.
He was in a hurry because, by his calculations, it was time to return to the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm.
If he didn’t leave now, even with Master Liangqiu leading the way, he might not make it in time.
“Go on,” Old Man Ox-Nose waved dismissively.
Chu Feng bowed again and flew toward the ancient teleportation array.
“Wait.”
*Swoosh—*
Before Chu Feng could fly far, a streak of light shot toward him from behind.
It was Old Man Ox-Nose, tossing something to him.
Chu Feng caught it—a wooden stick.
But it wasn’t ordinary.
The two-foot-long stick was etched with talismans.
As Chu Feng gripped it, he sensed its power.
Within the stick was a formation—a formidable boundary array.
How formidable?
It addressed Chu Feng’s deepest concern.
Returning to the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm, Chu Feng faced not only Linghu Hongfei but also the greater threat of the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
Their strength, having defeated the Wuming Clan, was undeniable.
Yet, upon sensing the array within the stick, Chu Feng’s worries eased significantly.
Such was the stick’s power—it gave him a sense of security, like a safety net.
“Senior, seems you don’t have that much faith in me after all,” Chu Feng said with a cheeky grin.
He felt the array was tailor-made for him, proof that Old Man Ox-Nose was worried about his safety.
“Cut the nonsense. If you don’t want it, give it back,” Old Man Ox-Nose retorted, reaching out as if to reclaim the stick.
“Want it? Who said I don’t?”
“It’s mine now since you gave it to me.”
Chu Feng quickly stowed the stick and hurried off, fearing Old Man Ox-Nose might change his mind and take back the treasure.
…
In the Ancestral Martial Starfield, Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm.
This was once an unremarkable, even dilapidated upper realm in the starfield.
On ordinary days, aside from local forces, few from other realms visited.
But today was different.
The Tantai Heavenly Clan, Jiaoli Heavenly Clan, Moyi Heavenly Clan, Shangfang Heavenly Clan, Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan, Wuma Heavenly Clan, Puyang Heavenly Clan, Tang Heavenly Clan, Li Heavenly Clan…
The Wanzhou Ancient Clan, Nightmare Ghost Clan, Tongtian Beast Clan…
These colossal powers, renowned across the Ancestral Martial Starfield, had all gathered in the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm.
And it wasn’t just these prominent forces.
Countless other factions, big and small, had also arrived.
Virtually every major player in the Ancestral Martial Starfield had representatives here.
Beyond these forces, the starfield’s top experts were present.
Even elusive hermits like Heavenly Mechanism Venerable, Starfall Holy Monk, White Dragon Demon Daoist, and Fox Immortal Lady, rarely seen, had shown up.
All these figures had converged outside the Chu Heavenly Clan’s territory.
The area was now a sea of billions, all martial cultivators with powerful backgrounds.
In this grand assembly, even the Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm’s local giants couldn’t approach.
Not for lack of desire, but because they lacked the status and dared not.
Forces like Starfall Holy Land, Ghost Sect Hall, and Paradise Valley could only watch from afar in the sky.
No matter how strong they were locally, they paled against the true titans.
Today’s Great Chiliocosm Upper Realm was witnessing an unprecedented spectacle.
Even in the era of Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan, no such gathering had occurred.
The reason for this convergence was, of course, Chu Feng.
It was his three-month wager with Linghu Hongfei.
The memory of their thrilling clash in the Nine Dragons Upper Realm remained vivid.
But times had changed.
Back then, the Linghu Heavenly Clan still showed deference to the Starfield Master Realm.
Now, everyone knew the Linghu Heavenly Clan had defeated the Starfield Master Realm.
They had replaced it as the undisputed overlord of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Thus, Chu Feng’s challenge today wasn’t just against Linghu Hongfei.
He faced the future hegemon of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
After all, everyone knew Linghu Hongfei was the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s heir, destined to one day claim the clan leader’s seat.
