Chu Feng endured the pain while his body sank.
When his feet touched the ground, the pain sweeping through him not only eased, but his ruined flesh began to heal.
This was not Chu Feng healing himself, the formation was restoring him.
But Chu Feng paid no heed to his wounds, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
He sought the treasure that would aid a Bound Spirit.
Yet after careful search, he could not find it.
“Why is it not here? The aura is clearly nearby.”
Chu Feng was puzzled, even with Heaven’s Eyes, he could not locate it.
The aura was all around.
This made him anxious.
He had passed the test, yet the treasure eluded him.
If this continued, his recent suffering would be for nothing.
Whoosh.
As Chu Feng grew despondent, the surging magma turned into flames.
The flames intertwined and formed a stone.
An irregular stone, watermelon-sized, with seven colours.
It glimmered faintly and emitted a dense aura.
Such a cultivation resource was rare.
Though inferior to the Asura God Stone, Chu Feng believed it would greatly help Yusha.
He quickly took the stone and entered the Bound Spirit space.
“Girl, see, my suffering was not in vain.”
“If I am not mistaken, this stone should boost your cultivation.”
Chu Feng held the stone and approached Yusha.
“This置き is the Seven Realms Immortal Stone, its power is strong.”
Yusha said.
“Oh, you actually know its origin.”
Chu Feng was surprised.
“To enter this world, one must be prepared to be a Bound Spirit, before coming, I asked seniors about your martial world.”
“I know some things that can help me here.”
Yusha explained.
“So that’s it, take it.”
Chu Feng handed the Seven Realms Spirit Stone to Yusha, growing happier.
Since she knew the stone, she would surely know how to use it best.
The effect would be even better.
Yusha did not refuse, accepting the stone.
She had come here as Chu Feng’s Bound Spirit for her own purpose.
To save her young miss, Xue Ji.
But to save Xue Ji, she needed power.
“Girl, I must go, you know I have urgent matters.”
“Cultivate in peace.”
With that, Chu Feng prepared to leave the Bound Spirit space.
“Chu Feng.”
Suddenly, Yusha’s voice came from behind.
“What is it?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Thank you.”
Yusha said this with her head lowered, not meeting his eyes.
Though usually strong-willed, she was poor at expressing herself.
“No need for thanks with me, actually, I help myself, so feel no burden.”
“After all, you saved my life, only if you grow stronger do I have a backer, right?”
Chu Feng said with a grin.
Then, he returned his consciousness to his body and hurried forward.
Though Liu Shangwu had cleared the obstacles and formations ahead,
They reformed after he passed.
Chu Feng could not coast, he had to break them anew.
Fortunately, the formations in the Death Space were trivial for him.
Though called Death Space, Chu Feng felt no real danger.
…
The junior Bound Spirit Master competition had reached its final stage.
The final contest was held in an ancient castle.
A floating castle in the clouds, like an immortal palace.
It was not original to the city, but created by Master Huizhi.
Not everyone could enter.
Only the final few competitors and those of status.
So inside, only a few hundred people.
Yet each was extraordinary.
Among them, besides the Eight Sword Immortals of Dao Sea, the eight disciples of the Dao Sea Immortal Nuns drew eyes wherever they went.
They were beautiful and all Sovereign realm experts.
Besides them, an elder stood out.
Thin but kind-faced, snow-white hair spotless, with an otherworldly air.
Like a hermit immortal.
He was the Feihua Studio leader.
Of course, the most dazzling was neither him nor the Eight Sword Immortals, but a plainly dressed, dishevelled old man.
He looked sloppy and truly was, even smelling of years without bathing.
Elsewhere, these nobles would not tolerate such a person under the same roof.
But here, no one dared look down on this black-robed sloppy elder, all held him in awe.
For he was the castle’s master.
One of the strongest Bound Spirit Masters in the Nine Souls Heavenly River, Master Huizhi.
But now, all eyes focused on the castle’s centre.
There was a vast arena.
More like a plain.
It was enormous.
The castle’s interior was far larger than it appeared outside.
The arena took the most space.
Now, two people were on it.
One man lay on the ground.
Only the other stood.
Compared to the fallen, the standing one was unhurt, clothes pristine.
This was Zhao Xuhe, closed-door chief disciple of the Feihua Studio leader.
“Zhao Xuhe, I never thought you truly grasped the third level of Dragon Transformation Sense, I am no match.”
The fallen man sat up weakly and spoke.
“The victor is decided, Zhao Xuhe did not disappoint.”
“A completely one-sided duel.”
“Congratulations, Leader Xu.”
Many began congratulating the Feihua Studio leader.
They knew he doted on Zhao Xuhe.
Though a disciple, he was raised as the sect heir.
“Why has the treasure box not opened?”
Soon, eyes turned to above the arena.
A copper box floated there.
Ordinary-looking but captivating.
Master Huizhi’s prize was inside.
Normally, once decided, the box would open automatically.
But now it stayed still, puzzling everyone.
“The box remains closed because someone challenges the Death Space.”
“Everyone, please wait a little longer.”
As confusion grew, Master Huizhi, long silent, gave the answer.
“Someone is challenging the Death Space?”
“Who?”
Hearing this, all were surprised.
Even Zhao Xuhe looked to the arena’s edge.
There was a boundary gate, the Death Space exit.
If someone succeeded, they would emerge from it.
By chance, as Zhao Xuhe’s gaze fell on the gate, it trembled slightly, and a figure stepped out.
