As for Qiyun Mountain, Qin Fengming had already learned from the memories of the old man whose soul he had searched that there were two Early Nascent Soul cultivators within the sect.
Faced with beings of this level, Qin Fengming treated them with utmost seriousness, but he did not feel particularly apprehensive.
As long as he could rescue Lan Xue'er first, even if he encountered the other party, Qin Fengming was certain he could retreat unscathed with all his methods unleashed.
Several hundred li was nothing with their speed; they arrived in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the huge mountain peak towering into the clouds in the distance, Qin Fengming could not help but be shaken. By a rough estimate, the peak stood two or three thousand zhang tall—truly worthy of being called Qiyun Mountain.
Gazing at the lofty mountain peak in the distance, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered uncertainly.
With his powerful divine sense, Qin Fengming had already discerned some clues about the Restrictive Spell protecting the sect atop the mountain before him. Although the Restrictive Spell had not been fully activated, the energy fluctuations that occasionally flashed across it already showed that its power was boundless.
"Fellow Daoist, let us wait here for a moment. Once this Qin makes some preparations, we can enter Qiyun Mountain."
As Qin Fengming spoke, he flipped his hand, and a formation plate appeared in his palm. With a wave, six Array Flags shot toward the surroundings. Following a soft hum, a white barrier thirty or forty zhang in circumference appeared.
He sat cross-legged atop a rock, his eyes slightly closed, and began meditating. As for the old man beside him, Qin Fengming displayed no defensive measures at all, as though he already trusted the old man completely.
Looking at the 'Wu'-surnamed