At the sudden sound, Qin Fengming's expression tightened. He sprang to his feet and faced the direction from which the figure was approaching, standing perfectly still.
The figure moved extremely fast. After only a few flashes, he landed before Qin Fengming.
"Ah, Young Friend Qin truly is no ordinary person. You passed through the Oil-Simmering Nether Purgatory without suffering the slightest injury. It seems even this old man's methods fall far short of yours."
Seeing Qin Fengming standing calmly before him without the slightest sign of weakness—and having arrived here even earlier than himself—the old ghost cultivator was deeply shaken. He let out an astonished cry.
"This junior was merely lucky enough to reach this place. In that perilous region, I nearly perished several times. If I had to walk through it again, I certainly would not be so fortunate. It is truly excellent that Senior arrived here safely as well. May I ask whether Senior has any way to deal with the Restrictive Spell here?"
Qin Fengming looked at the old ghost cultivator before him. Seeing that he was standing unnaturally on only his left foot, he knew the man must be injured. However, he did not dwell on that matter. Instead, he clasped his fists and changed the subject, asking what he truly wanted to know.
"Mm. This old man has never personally experienced this final passage either. However, the records contain a few brief descriptions. They say that once one passes through the Eighteen Nether Purgatories, one can enter that wondrous place and cultivate there for ten years, which will surely bring about a great advancement in cultivation.
"In this old man's view, these eight level patches of ground should be the key to entering that wondrous place. We need only wait a few days. Something unusual