"Mm. Master is only half right. Although there is an aura within Death Valley that is greatly beneficial to Rong Qing, Rong Qing likewise cannot remain in Death Valley for long. That is because, apart from that aura, there is also another aura here that even Rong Qing finds difficult to endure for an extended period."
Qin Fengming understood a little of what Rong Qing meant. Death Valley was truly too bizarre. Once a cultivator entered it, their vitality would gradually be stripped away. Other than using their own powerful magic power to resist and weaken it, there was hardly any other method available.
Although Rong Qing possessed some resistance to this aura that dissolved a cultivator's vitality, there was likewise a pressure within Death Valley that even she found difficult to withstand.
That pressure also required magic power to dispel.
After pondering briefly, Qin Fengming spoke again. "Since that rare aura here is of great use to Fellow Daoist Rong, we cannot waste it. Let us proceed a little farther into Death Valley and see whether this aura will continue to grow stronger."
Neither Bing'er nor Rong Qing would obstruct Qin Fengming's decision. They knew that the young cultivator before them was not reckless. Without a means of dealing with the danger, he absolutely would not knowingly put himself at risk.
The injuries Qin Fengming had suffered this time were only superficial. After recuperating in the Divine Machine Mansion for several days, his entire body had recovered completely.
After putting the corpse of the enormous Silver Sheath Worm back into his robes, Qin Fengming reappeared within Death Valley.
Looking at the surroundings—the same pitch-black rocks and the endless, undulating hills—Qin Fengming circulated the magic power within his body. Using a light-body technique beneath his feet, he changed direction and