I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

After walking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, figures appeared on the wasteland ahead.

Groups of two or three cultivators, some traveling alone and others in pairs, were all heading in the same direction.

Their cultivation levels varied greatly, ranging from the Venerable Realm to the Heavenly Venerable Realm, and there were even a few beings with unfathomable auras hidden among the crowd.

Chu Feng blended into the crowd, observing his surroundings discreetly.

"Have you heard? That ancient ruin over there is the cave dwelling of a powerful being!"

"Nonsense, who doesn't know? The news of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce has spread far and wide, saying there's a chance to become an immortal there!"

"Becoming an immortal? You believe that? I bet it's just bait the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce used to lure people in."

"Whether it's bait or not, there's no harm in going to check it out. What if it's real?"

Chu Feng listened intently for a while and roughly figured out the situation.

The Wanbao Chamber of Commerce somehow spread the news that this ancient ruin was about to open. Within just a few days, a large number of cultivators had flooded into the Starry Sky Secret Realm, all heading towards that ruin.

"Is Liu Ruyan helping me or setting me up?" Chu Feng muttered to himself.

While giving herself directions, she also spread the word to attract a large number of cultivators.

What's going on here?

This woman's mind is more sophisticated than her face.

As Chu Feng was pondering this, the crowd in front of him suddenly stirred.

"Look! It's right ahead!"

Chu Feng looked up.

At the edge of the wasteland, a black mountain rose abruptly from the ground, piercing the purplish-black sky. The mountain was entirely black, its surface smooth as a mirror, devoid of any vegetation or footholds.

Halfway up the mountain, a huge stone gate was tightly closed, covered with dense ancient runes that emitted a dim light.

Hundreds of cultivators had already gathered on the open ground in front of the stone gate, forming a dense, dark mass.

When will this door open?

"I don't know, I've been waiting for two days already."

"What's the rush? Just wait."

Chu Feng mingled in the crowd, examining the stone door.

His gaze swept over the runes on the door, and a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

It is Master Li Er.

"Kid, these runes..."

"Senior?" Chu Feng was taken aback. "Didn't you say you were going into seclusion?"

"I was just taking a look," Li Er said with a hint of languor. "These runes are ancient sealing techniques. The person who set up the array must have been at least a saint."

"Above the sages?" Chu Feng frowned.

"Yes. And this mountain wasn't formed naturally." Li Er paused. "It's a magical artifact."

"A magical artifact? And this mountain is huge?"

"The great beings of ancient times used stars as chess pieces and heaven and earth as the chessboard. What is a mountain compared to that?" Li Er's tone was indifferent. "However, I cannot tell who the owner of this magical artifact is for the time being. The runes are too ancient, and some have become blurred."

Is it dangerous in there?

"Nonsense," Li Er said irritably, "What kind of safe resort do you think would be the place that a powerful being surpassing a saint would set up a seal for?"

Chu Feng touched his nose and didn't ask any more questions.

Danger as it may be, his current situation is like dancing on a knife's edge.

He was being hunted down by the entire Heavenly Realm, and the powerful figures inside the Burial Coffin were all in seclusion. He desperately needed a great opportunity to improve his strength.

He was determined to enter this site.

Next,

More and more monks gathered in front of the stone gate.

When Chu Feng arrived, there were several hundred people, but half a day later, the number had swelled to over a thousand.

Cultivators from various factions were mixed in, including lone cultivators, groups of sect disciples, and some old monsters whose auras were restrained and whose true strength was hidden.

Chu Feng found a huge black rock, leaned against it, and closed his eyes to rest. Old Black lay at his feet, and Nightingale stood three steps away, a distance that had never changed.

"Can't you sit down and rest for a bit?" Chu Feng opened one eye to look at her.

The nightingale ignored him.

"You've been standing for a whole day and night, aren't your legs sore?"

"It's not sour."

"...You win."

Chu Feng closed his eyes again and focused his attention on his internal body.

The medicinal power of the Immortal's Intoxication was still slowly repairing his meridians, and the broken parts had mostly healed, but the spiritual energy in his dantian was still pitifully thin.

His combat strength has at least halved since he fell from the peak of the fifth level of the Venerable Realm to his current state.

Fortunately, with Old Black and Nightingale around, their lives are not in immediate danger.

But it was only for a short time.

Who knows if those forces from the Celestial Realm will chase us to the Starry Sky Secret Realm?

"We need to hurry," Chu Feng said in a low voice.

Just then, a commotion arose in the crowd.

Chu Feng opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the commotion.

A group of about thirty people was coming from the western wilderness.

Leading the group was a young man dressed in a fiery red robe, with a stern face and a flame-shaped mark between his brows. He exuded heat, and wherever he passed, the gray-brown earth beneath his feet cracked from the heat.

"People of the Crimson Sun Holy Land!"

"That's Chi Yan, the Holy Son of the Crimson Sun Holy Land!"

"Hiss... The Crimson Sun Holy Land has arrived too?"

The crowd was filled with murmurs and discussions.

Chu Feng glanced at the young man named Chi Yan, whose cultivation was at the ninth level of the Earth Venerable Realm, making him one of the top among the younger generation.

Chi Yan's group stopped in front of the stone gate. He glanced at the crowd around him with an arrogant look in his eyes, then chose an open space and sat down cross-legged. The disciples behind him formed a circle around him, protecting him in the middle.

The arrival of the Crimson Sun Holy Land is just the beginning.

In the following hours, several more teams arrived.

Yaoguang Holy Land, Vajra Temple, Sword Palace... each one has a grander background and more people than the last.

Chu Feng silently counted, and there were more than a dozen well-known forces, with at least forty or fifty experts above the Heavenly Venerable Realm.

The scale of the operation was much larger than he had anticipated.

Moreover, most of them were forces that had grudges against him in Tianqi City.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to do this?" Chu Feng cursed inwardly.

If someone with a sharp eye recognizes it, things could get really messed up.

One person cannot defeat the entire celestial realm.

Chu Feng's eyes flickered, and then he looked at the black figure standing straight three steps behind him.

"nightingale."

"..."

"Does your Misty Rain Pavilion have any disguise techniques? Something that can change your appearance and hide your aura as well?"

The nightingale finally stirred, its indifferent eyes sweeping over them, its lips parting slightly: "Are you afraid?"

"This isn't called being afraid," Chu Feng rolled his eyes. "It's called being pragmatic. Enough talk, right?"

The nightingale did not respond.

Chu Feng stood up, took two steps closer, and lowered his voice: "If my identity is exposed, do you think you can get away unscathed? Those people would love to chop up everyone associated with me and feed them to their dogs. You've been with me for so long, who's going to believe you came here to kill me?"

The nightingale's brow twitched slightly.

"I'd rather you were dead, why would I help you?"

"Come on," Chu Feng scoffed. "As the saying goes, 'Even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness,' we've at least..."