Closed-Door Cultivation at Medicine Immortal Spring

More than half a month passed in a flash, and a gray-haired figure clad in a divine artifact robe arrived.

The newcomer was none other than Liu Feng. His expression had grown ever more composed as he leisurely examined the void barrier sealing off the immortal aura.

Strolling to the end of this space, he looked up at the jade wall and down at the immortal spring in the pool. Without needing to think further, he knew he had reached the destination of this journey.

Liu Feng was not surprised to find that the other three had arrived before him. He had come more than half a month late solely because he had intentionally taken time to comprehend the Dao.

His gaze swept over the three of them. All wore exceedingly strange expressions, like souls that had gone missing, and Donghuang Xuan was the most abnormal of all.

The prince's eyes were red, and he resembled a gambler from the streets who had squandered his entire fortune. His body was pressed tightly against the void barrier by the pool, yet he was unable to enter.

"What happened here, you three?" Liu Feng asked.

Yao Suxiang turned her back, having no intention of telling Liu Feng the truth.

Bian Qingqin let out a soft sigh through her crimson lips and rose, about to explain.

Suddenly, Donghuang Xuan gave a low roar, stopping the words at Bian Qingqin's lips.

He sprang to his feet, his expression filled with extreme grief and indignation.

Seeing that look on his face, Liu Feng could not help taking a closer look. Only then did he notice that the battle armor Donghuang Xuan had worn when he arrived was gone. He now wore only a true artifact, not even a low-grade divine artifact.

At this sight, he