Chu Feng’s emotions were tangled, the shock hitting him hard.
This was the hope of saving the old cow-nosed Taoist.
Yet the scene before him felt almost hopeless to Chu Feng.
Still, he did not hesitate long, nor wallow in despair.
Precisely because it was hope for his master, Chu Feng could never give up easily.
He made a decision. Even if the heavenly wonder had matured into a terrifying demonic creature, Chu Feng would try.
So he did not rush to leave. Instead, he stayed at the nurturing site and set up a formation.
This formation could absorb the heavenly wonder’s aura to track it.
Though the wonder had left without leaving traces.
This place had nurtured it, after all.
Nurturing took thousands of years at least, tens or even hundreds of thousands at most.
Even if traces were deliberately erased, some hidden aura often remained. Chu Feng aimed to capture those remnants with the formation.
“Erased so cleanly? Did the heavenly wonder do it on purpose, or does it naturally leave no aura?”
But after activating the formation, Chu Feng frowned tightly.
His formation was no simple one. Logically, even aura his Heaven’s Eyes missed, it could collect some.
Yet now, not a wisp.
Crafting a tracking talisman required much aura. In this case, it was basically impossible.
What chilled Chu Feng most was that the wonder had matured. It could take human form. Without knowing its aura, even face-to-face, he could not recognise it. How to capture it?
This time, Chu Feng truly despaired.
But he did not leave immediately. He took out an item: the Heavenly Master Whisk.
He held little hope for it.
Just wanted to try. After all, it was a supreme treasure.
Chu Feng planned to use it to boost the formation.
Treating a dead horse as if alive, trying his luck.
Buzz.
Unexpectedly, the moment the whisk emerged, it vibrated fiercely, like a hunter scenting prey.
Seeing this, Chu Feng’s expression lit up. He urged it at once.
Boom.
Suddenly, vast crimson flames burst from the whisk.
The crimson flames turned into ferocious wolf packs, charging in all directions.
The coverage was immense, centred on Chu Feng, spanning millions of metres.
Millions of metres of land was vast.
Viewed from above, the crimson flames covered most of the destroyed mountain range.
Their eerie nature made them seem demonic.
An unknowing observer might think the flames caused the devastation.
But the flames did not last long before contracting.
After contracting, they surged into Chu Feng’s formation.
Soon, the lifeless formation reacted.
The whisk had captured the heavenly wonder’s aura, and in massive quantities.
This shocked Chu Feng greatly.
He was a Dragon Mark Saint-cloak World Spiritist, after all.
Confident in his spirit techniques, especially with Heaven’s Eyes.
After using many methods and finding nothing.
Yet the whisk captured such vast aura. Naturally, it astonished him.
Most surprising: how did the whisk know his intent?
Though he urged it, its actions were its own.
Like a cage holding a beast.
Chu Feng only opened the cage. He could not control the beast.
Now, the whisk poured all captured aura into his formation, then automatically strengthened it, boosting power several times.
Then it withdrew the crimson flames.
The whisk grew calm. The earlier agitation vanished completely.
As if its task done, it went to rest.
“This thing truly has spirit. It knows my thoughts?”
Chu Feng marvelled, eyes full of affection for the whisk.
He had long known it was extraordinary. It was one of Heavenly Master Divine Sect’s sect treasures.
And Heavenly Master Divine Sect had rivalled the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion.
Chu Feng knew its power.
But before, when decoding formations, using it yielded minimal effect.
Gradually, he doubted its strength, thinking it overhyped. Even if rare, not as miraculous as imagined.
Yet this scene made him recognise its true power anew.
It was a treasure among treasures, worthy of being a sect treasure.
Just the power shown.
In Chu Feng’s view, even the old cow-nosed Taoist might not match it.
A force far beyond his spirit techniques, awe-inspiring.
So strong it made his own power seem trivial, insignificant.
Before, Chu Feng thought what he could not detect did not exist.
But the whisk taught him a lesson.
Sometimes, failure to detect did not mean absence.
His power was too weak to sense deeper layers.
Despite his world spiritist genius title, despite powerful bloodline.
On the path of spirit techniques, he was still extremely weak.
“Thanks.”
Chu Feng said this to the whisk, then carefully stowed it.
He knew without it, he would return empty-handed.
But experiencing its power renewed hope of capturing the heavenly wonder.
Perhaps it was no longer fantasy. He might succeed.
After all, he had a treasure like the Heavenly Master Whisk.
