Afterward, Chu Feng asked them a few more questions.
For instance, he inquired about the highest cultivation realm of the Jiang Clan.
And whether the Wang Clan’s cultivation surpassed that of the Jiang Clan, among other things…
But their answers were limited. They only knew that the Supreme Realm was the standard for becoming part of the Jiang Clan, but they had no idea about the strongest among the Jiang Clan, and they knew even less about the Wang Clan’s cultivation.
As for questions about the ancient era, Chu Feng asked those too.
Yet their response was that they didn’t know either.
Though their ancestors had come from the ancient era, they were clueless about its events.
The ancient era was, surprisingly, a mystery even to these ancient beings.
This only deepened Chu Feng’s curiosity about what had happened in the ancient era.
If ancient beings could survive, why couldn’t the human race from that time?
It didn’t make any sense.
With no answers forthcoming, Chu Feng decided he would have to explore for himself. So, he asked how to enter their so-called kingdoms.
It turned out that deep within the cave, there were teleportation gates.
Different gates could transport people to different kingdoms.
However, each gate could only be used by those of the corresponding clan.
In simple terms, it required identity verification, and without a specific identity, entry was impossible.
This meant Chu Feng couldn’t directly use those gates to enter their kingdoms.
But fortunately, the Dog Clan’s teleportation gate was different—it had no restrictions.
Anyone could enter the Dog Clan’s kingdom through their gate.
Moreover, the kingdoms were interconnected, so even if Chu Feng entered the Dog Clan’s kingdom, he could travel from there to the Wang Clan’s kingdom.
The catch was that he would need to pass through the Min Clan, Bing Clan, and Jiang Clan kingdoms to reach the Wang Clan’s kingdom.
“My lord, you’re saying you want to go to the Dog Clan’s kingdom?!”
When Chu Feng asked about the location of the Dog Clan’s teleportation gate, Dog Scrap seemed surprised.
“I’ve never been to the Dog Clan’s kingdom. I want to check it out. Is that a problem?” Chu Feng asked.
“Of course not, of course not! The Dog Clan’s kingdom welcomes you, my lord.”
“Follow me, my lord. This humble one will guide you.”
Dog Scrap turned and spoke.
“Dog Scrap, you… you’re going back?”
However, when Dog Scrap offered to guide Chu Feng, his companions were visibly surprised.
“I’ll be back soon. Guiding the lord is the priority,” Dog Scrap said as he packed up his tools and began leading Chu Feng.
Upon learning that Chu Feng was serious about going to the Dog Clan’s kingdom, Dog Scrap seemed unusually excited.
What’s this kid so thrilled about? Is he plotting something?
Though Chu Feng had this thought, he wasn’t afraid.
Dog Scrap’s cultivation was far too weak. Even without the power of the formation from the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s tomb, Chu Feng’s own strength was more than enough to handle him.
Following Dog Scrap, Chu Feng soon arrived at a cave.
More accurately, it was a dog hole. To enter, one had to crawl through it, and even then, only on all fours.
The passage was so narrow it could barely fit one person.
If someone were even slightly bulkier, they wouldn’t be able to pass through.
Most importantly, the cave walls were incredibly sturdy, so even with Chu Feng’s cultivation, he couldn’t widen it.
Seeing the dog hole, Chu Feng finally understood why Dog Scrap and his group were so scrawny.
If they were any larger, they wouldn’t be able to crawl out of this hole.
At the entrance, Dog Scrap didn’t hesitate, crawling right in.
With him leading the way, Chu Feng didn’t overthink it.
A true man adapts to circumstances—what’s a little crawling through a dog hole?
Crawling through the narrow passage, Chu Feng soon reached a boundary gate deep within.
This gate was different from others Chu Feng had seen. It was pitch-black, resembling a black hole, yet it exuded a strong ancient aura.
To be honest, looking at the gate made Chu Feng uneasy.
It felt like an entrance to an abyss.
But seeing Dog Scrap enter without hesitation, Chu Feng didn’t linger and stepped in as well.
Buzz—
In truth, Chu Feng didn’t crawl in—he was sucked in the moment he approached the gate.
Inside, he found himself in complete darkness, his heart weighed down by an oppressive feeling. He couldn’t control his body, only drifting aimlessly.
He didn’t know where he was heading, as everything around him was pitch-black. Chu Feng saw no light, nor could he see Dog Scrap, who had entered before him.
In such a place, anyone would feel despair.
It was like being trapped in a prison.
“Did I fall into a trap?”
Chu Feng began to suspect as much.
Buzz—
Suddenly, it felt as if a massive force seized him.
The next moment, Chu Feng broke free from the darkness.
As he emerged, his body regained freedom. He quickly adjusted and landed on the ground.
Upon landing, he saw Dog Scrap lying before him, looking up at Chu Feng with admiration.
“As expected of a lord! You landed standing upright, heh. Unlike us, who come out crawling,” Dog Scrap said, still on the ground, praising Chu Feng with adoring eyes.
But Chu Feng paid him no mind, captivated by the world before him.
The sky was dim, like an overcast day, but it wasn’t clouds covering the void—it was simply the nature of this sky.
The gloomy void lacked a single star or glimpse of the moon, making the world feel oppressive.
Most strikingly, there wasn’t a single proper building in sight.
Instead, there were tents scattered across different areas, likely their dwellings.
What shocked Chu Feng most was the absence of flowers, trees, or even rivers. But there were mountains.
Massive mountains loomed in the distance.
Yet these weren’t the lush, green mountains Chu Feng knew—they were piles of garbage and waste.
Every area in this world reeked of a foul stench.
The source of the odor was those massive garbage mountains.
Yet, atop those garbage mountains, figures scurried about, searching for something.
Occasionally, someone would find an item and become ecstatic.
Some even fought over their finds, resorting to violence.
Chu Feng understood what they were doing.
To him, those massive mountains were nothing but piles of garbage.
But to the Dog Clan, they were treasure mines, holding the potential for valuable finds.
Presumably, this was the discarded waste from the cultivation of other kingdoms, thrown here.
Yet, even this rejected garbage was precious in the eyes of the Dog Clan.
