The mountain gate of Manghuang Mountain was still imposing and magnificent. On the lofty peak where Qin Fengming had once lived for a month, cultivators now streamed endlessly in and out, clearly showing that Manghuang Mountain was even more prosperous than before.
At present, only a little over thirty years had passed since the Three Realms War, roughly speaking. Everyone in the Cultivation World was naturally living in fear, struggling to improve their strength. Whether it was refining magic treasures, talismans, magic formations, or even puppets, Manghuang Mountain was the first choice of Rogue Cultivators.
This was not only a guarantee of its reputation, but also a guarantee of quality.
Compared with those half-baked so-called masters in the Cultivation World, Manghuang Mountain was undoubtedly far more professional.
Manghuang Mountain had a grand hall specially established to receive fellow cultivators from the Cultivation World. It was located five li inside Manghuang Mountain's gate. Anyone entering through Manghuang Mountain's main gate had to pass through this hall.
At the same time, this hall was also where Manghuang Mountain's cultivators handled entry and exit procedures.
At that moment, several hundred cultivators in various robes stood before the hall, arranged in five long lines that stretched all the way to the edge of the plaza. Most of them were Core Formation cultivators. Without a doubt, they had all come to trade with Manghuang Mountain.
Back then, Qin Fengming had gone to the Sky Flame Mountain Range with Master Zhuang Daoqin and many fellow disciples, so he had naturally been unable to complete the necessary procedures. Now that he had returned alone, it was only right for him to handle them.
After landing before the hall, Qin Fengming did not stand with the Rogue Cultivators to wait. Instead, he took a few steps around the