“Hmph…”
Just as the leader of the Secret Cave Saints tried to forcibly drag Chu Feng toward the left gate, Chu Feng let out a cold laugh.
“I guessed your cultivation was strong, and I was right—you’re at the Supreme Realm.”
“But I didn’t expect you’d use your power against me when we’re supposed to be working together,” Chu Feng said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
The leader looked somewhat ashamed.
“Brother Xiuluo, I just don’t want you to die for nothing.”
“The right gate is truly a death trap.”
“The Yin-Yang Guiding Lamp doesn’t make mistakes,” the leader insisted.
“Is my life for you to decide?” Chu Feng asked.
“Well… of course not, it’s just…” The leader struggled to explain.
“Are you absolutely certain the left gate is the path to life? What if it’s the death gate?”
“If I choose the right gate and die, I’ll bear that responsibility.”
“But if you force me into the left gate and I die, that responsibility falls on you.”
“Can you bear the weight of my life?” Chu Feng pressed, his tone growing sharp.
Faced with Chu Feng’s questioning, the leader froze.
Whoosh—
The oppressive force binding Chu Feng suddenly vanished.
The leader had withdrawn his pressure.
“Brother Xiuluo, it seems your mind is made up,” the leader said.
“Will you join me in entering the right gate?” Chu Feng asked.
The Secret Cave Saints didn’t answer, but their silence spoke volumes.
“How about this: wait a bit. If I go in and don’t return, then you can choose the left gate,” Chu Feng suggested, his tone softening.
He genuinely didn’t want the Secret Cave Saints to die needlessly.
He planned to test the path himself, risking his life to prove he was right, so they could make an informed choice.
“Brother Xiuluo, don’t go in—that’s a death gate.”
“If you don’t trust the Yin-Yang Guiding Lamp, fine…”
“Here’s the plan: you all wait here. I’ll enter the left gate first.”
“I’ll scout the way and prove the Yin-Yang Guiding Lamp is correct,” the leader said, preparing to step into the left gate.
His intention was the same as Chu Feng’s—to risk his life.
Seeing this, Chu Feng felt conflicted, his heart heavy.
He could tell that, despite the leader’s greed, he was a man of responsibility. Otherwise, he wouldn’t offer to risk his life.
But Chu Feng was convinced the left gate was a death trap and didn’t want him to die in vain.
Yet, he couldn’t persuade the leader, who trusted the Yin-Yang Guiding Lamp implicitly.
Chu Feng trusted his own judgment.
“Argh—”
Before the leader could step into the left gate, Chu Feng’s body was wracked with excruciating pain.
At the same time, the Secret Cave Saints all cried out in agony.
The talismans in their bodies had activated again, and this time, the impact was far stronger than before.
Last time, it felt like a warning meant to torment them.
Now, it was out to kill, and both Chu Feng and the Secret Cave Saints could feel it.
Their bodies couldn’t hold out much longer. Without a choice, the talismans could claim their lives at any moment.
“Brother Xiuluo, we’ve said all we can. If you insist on the right gate and die, don’t blame us,” the leader said, then stepped decisively into the left gate.
“Brother Xiuluo, you… sigh…” The other Secret Cave Saints glanced at Chu Feng before hurriedly following.
They didn’t dare delay, knowing death could come at any moment.
Watching the eleven figures of the Secret Cave Saints vanish into the left coffin, Chu Feng shook his head helplessly.
What could he do now?
They’d chosen their path, and if they died, the responsibility wasn’t his.
Without hesitation, Chu Feng, enduring the talisman’s searing pain, stepped into the right gate.
Buzz—
As he passed through the formation gate, the burning talisman in his body began to subside.
The agony coursing through him dissipated.
But as the curse’s power faded, Chu Feng didn’t rejoice. Instead, his nerves tightened.
He realized he’d entered a strange space.
He was still in the hall, but within an odd dimension.
He could see everything in the hall clearly but couldn’t move.
It was as if he were bound, able only to move his eyes.
“This feeling…?”
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s expression changed.
He sensed a terrifying aura surging toward him from all directions.
Then, he saw visible hands emerging from the void.
Countless hands, with sharp claws, reached for him, wrapping around and enveloping his body.
Both the eerie hands and this strange space exuded an oppressive aura that could drive one to collapse.
It was the aura of death!
“Could it be… I chose wrong?” Chu Feng thought, his heart sinking.
