“Indeed, this place is far from simple. It may look plain on the surface, but it’s riddled with hidden dangers.”
“Someone once thought that since the treasures in the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s Tomb are hidden within the mountain range, they could just dig through the mountain to find them.”
“So, that person attacked the mountain range, intending to destroy it and unearth the land.”
“But all their attacks vanished before even reaching the mountain, swallowed by an invisible formation.”
“Not only did they fail to break the mountain, they couldn’t even harm a single blade of grass or tree within it.”
“Seeing this, everyone marveled at the power of the protective formation, especially since that person was no ordinary figure—they were at the peak of the Venerable Realm.”
“But what no one expected was that things were far more complicated than that.”
“After the failed attack, that person planned to leave, but suddenly let out a cry of agony and fell from the sky, covered in blood.”
“This scene shocked and terrified everyone.”
“Because before they were injured, no one sensed any pressure or saw who attacked them.”
“In short, without any apparent reason, they were gravely wounded.”
“And the most shocking part? Upon closer inspection, their injuries were identical to the attacks they had launched.”
“In other words, all the attacks they directed at the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s Tomb ended up striking their own body.”
“And it happened silently, without a trace,” said the eldest of the Secret Cave Saints.
“So eerie?” Chu Feng’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Eerie? That’s not even the half of it. The creepiest part is…”
“When that person returned home, they suddenly went mad, slaughtering their entire clan with their own hands…”
“And then committed suicide…”
“But they were already gravely injured, barely clinging to life, unable to even stand. How could they have had the strength to massacre their entire clan?” the eldest Saint continued.
“So, if someone dares to forcefully attack the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s Tomb, not only will they be punished, but their loved ones will also suffer?” Chu Feng asked.
“Exactly,” the eldest Saint confirmed.
“After that incident, no one else tried to force their way in?” Chu Feng inquired.
“Not so. The world is never short of those who refuse to believe in curses.”
“After that person, many others tried to attack it.”
“But without exception, they all ended up like the first—wounded by their own attacks, then suddenly driven mad, slaughtering their families until not a single relative remained, before taking their own lives.”
“And the way they died was bizarre—they devoured themselves, bite by bite, until they were gone…” the eldest Saint said.
“Hiss…”
“That’s truly eerie…”
Hearing this, Chu Feng’s brows furrowed, and he drew a sharp breath.
Such bizarre events couldn’t be explained by the strength of a mere defensive formation.
A powerful formation could block attacks, making the tomb impregnable to outsiders.
Yet, the mountain range housed many creatures, even forming a complete ecosystem.
There were ferocious beasts, some quite strong.
By all logic, they too were intruders, yet they didn’t suffer these eerie consequences.
From a formation’s perspective, its strength should be uniform.
It shouldn’t allow other creatures to roam freely within the mountain while punishing martial cultivators who attack it with such strange fates.
Thus, Chu Feng speculated that the mountain range wasn’t just guarded by a powerful formation.
There was likely another force at play.
And that force was the power of a curse.
Chu Feng guessed that those who attacked were afflicted by a curse.
That’s why they lost their sanity, slaughtering their clans and devouring themselves alive.
But if it was indeed a curse, its power was extraordinarily formidable.
Suddenly, Chu Feng activated his eyes again, closely examining the mountain range.
This time, he observed for an unusually long time.
“Brother Shura, you’ve been watching for three hours. See anything?” asked the eleventh Saint after three hours.
But Chu Feng didn’t respond.
“Brother Shura, the Zhutian Sect could show up any time. Even if you want to keep observing, shouldn’t we move to a hidden spot?” the eleventh Saint said again.
“Eleven, don’t disturb Brother Shura. He’s clearly focused. You’ll disrupt him,” said the second Saint.
“But staying exposed like this isn’t safe, is it? If someone spots us, we’re in trouble,” the eleventh Saint replied.
“Then let’s set up a concealment formation to hide ourselves.”
“Once Brother Shura’s done observing, we’ll leave,” the eldest Saint said, releasing his bounding power to prepare the formation.
“No need,” Chu Feng suddenly spoke.
“Brother Shura, did you figure something out this time?” the eldest Saint asked eagerly, seeing Chu Feng finally speak and shift his gaze.
“This mountain range can’t be attacked directly. It’s not just guarded by a complete and powerful formation—there’s likely a curse hidden within. Those people you mentioned weren’t harmed by the defensive formation but triggered a curse,” Chu Feng said.
“A curse?”
The Secret Cave Saints were surprised.
They looked at the vast mountain range again, their eyes now tinged with wariness.
“Yes, a curse, and a very powerful one,” Chu Feng confirmed.
“Brother Shura, is there a way to break it?” the eldest Saint asked.
“There’s no way to break it,” Chu Feng shook his head.
“Sigh, what do we do now?”
The Secret Cave Saints felt troubled.
They’d arrived early to enter the tomb before the Zhutian Sect.
But now, it seemed they could only follow the original plan.
That plan was to wait for the Zhutian Sect to use their methods and treasures to open the tomb, then sneak in amidst the chaos.
But that approach would put them at a significant disadvantage.
