||Given Qin Fengming's intelligence, he naturally understood what the ghost cultivator elder meant. But he had no intention of exposing his trump card.
"Hmm. I imagine there can't be too many of those extraordinarily powerful attack talismans either. Alas, if we had a large number of them, you and I could easily pass the most difficult obstacle below."
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the ghost cultivator elder fell silent before speaking. Although he had never ventured through the Cultivation World, he was not completely ignorant of common sense. The might of the four attack talismans the young man before him had unleashed back then had been enough to make even him tremble in fear.
If he had not been extremely familiar with the local terrain and possessed a rapid movement technique, he might have perished in that single attack.
"Young friend, there will be three paths through the canyon before us. Several guards will appear along each path, and as soon as the guards on one path are disturbed, the guards on the other two paths will inevitably appear as well.
Under such circumstances, we will have to face nearly twenty mid-stage Ghost Lord-level beings. That is merely the number recorded in the ancient texts from before. Whether our acting together will increase that number, this old man cannot say. However, this place is exceedingly difficult to pass through, as can already be seen from the scattered bones ahead."
As the elder spoke, he pointed toward the spot ten-odd zhang away, where white bones lay scattered across the ground, his expression solemn.
Qin Fengming had naturally noticed the bones on the ground ahead long ago. He had already judged that they were most likely the remains of senior cultivators who had attempted the trial before. What puzzled him was that there