The two scout disciples collapsed to their knees, their spiritual armor cracking beneath the sheer density of Lu Feng's astral aura.

"Impossible! Your spiritual roots were pulverized by Senior Brother Chen himself!" the lead scout shrieked, clawing at his throat as the oxygen in the shrine seemed to combust into cold starlight.

Lu Feng reached out and lightly tapped the air with his index finger. A flash of azure lightning pinned both scouts against the stone pillars. With a flick of his wrist, their storage pouches flew into his palm, revealing three hundred low-grade spirit stones and a map of the Cloud Mist Mountain trial grounds.

"Return to Chen Yun. Tell him that in three months, at the Hundred Clans Ascendance Tournament, Lu Feng will personally climb the Heaven-Ascending Peak to reclaim my mother's heirloom sword."

He released the pressure. The two disciples scrambled backward on all fours, trembling in abject terror before vanishing into the blizzard. Lu Feng inspected the spirit stones, smiling faintly as the Celestial Codex inside his soul began absorbing the pure spiritual energy at a terrifying speed.