The divine senses of dozens of experts at the peak and even the extreme of the Immortal Realm interwove into a net, sealing off this stretch of void completely. The air congealed like lead, and the rules wailed as they retreated.
This entire region had become a death trap!
Yet Chen Fei, standing at the heart of the storm, remained as calm as an ancient, icy pool, without the slightest ripple.
Chen Fei stood with his hands behind his back, his robe stirring faintly in the invisible energy turbulence. His indifferent gaze swept across the vicious or greedy faces surrounding him, as though this terrifying gathering, enough to make all the heavens tremble, were no more than a breeze brushing his face, beneath his notice.
Zhao Wuji, an elder of Xuantian Palace, wore a stern expression, but a barely perceptible trace of anxiety lurked deep in his eyes.
Zhao Wuji drew a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, resonant as great bronze bells, trying to pierce the solidified killing intent:
"Elder Chen, the tide of energy signatures from that Heavenly Dao Fragment shook heaven and earth just now and finally converged here. Yet none of us can sense the fragment's aura on you. Could someone have set this up in secret, using you as bait to trigger the tide while they fled far away with the fragment?"
Zhao Wuji's words appeared to question Chen Fei, but he was actually trying to clear him of suspicion.
Xuantian Palace and the Illusionary Gate had enjoyed close ties for generations. He had not spoken because he truly wanted an explanation from Chen Fei, but because he had keenly sensed that Chen Fei bore no aura of the Heavenly Dao Fragment, only that conspicuous tide of energy signatures.
Zhao Wuji was trying