As he gazed at the expanse of white mist before him, a sharp gleam flashed in Qin Fengming's eyes. With his experience, he naturally recognized it as some kind of illusion formation.
Such illusion restrictive spells were common near perilous regions left over from ancient times. Sects with legacies stretching back tens of thousands of years also possessed enormous restrictive spells like these. For a lineage to establish one, however, spoke of extraordinary foundations.
"Young Master Qin, ahead lies the first restrictive spell protecting our Luo Lineage. It serves only to keep out mortals and ordinary beasts. Against cultivators like us, it is of little use."
As Luo Fang spoke beside him, he did not pause in the slightest, flying straight into the white mist.
Qin Fengming nodded without answering. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes before they returned to normal, and he followed the five Luo cultivators into the mist.
With his powerful divine sense, Qin Fengming had no reason to fear an illusion restrictive spell of such modest power.
After flying nearly thirty or forty li through the white mist, the mountain range that appeared ahead had changed dramatically.
Outside, autumn had already passed. Though the grasses were still green, they could no longer conceal their withered yellow tinge. Yet the mountains before him remained lush with vegetation, alive with clear, melodious sounds, without the slightest sign of decay.
After they flew another hundred li, three cultivators appeared ahead, one old and two young. With his powerful divine sense, Qin Fengming had already seen them clearly from thirty li away.
"Is that Thirteenth Brother Luo Fang ahead? May I ask which honored guest has arrived?" The Peak Core Formation cultivator in the middle called out loudly while the group was still several li away.
"Fifth Brother, it