Standing rooted to the spot, Qin Fengming's face suddenly filled with terror. Though the drifting voice was impossible to locate, it carried a power that gripped his very soul, sending an instant chill through his entire body.
"Senior, is that you? Could you come out and meet me?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Fengming bent at the waist and bowed, addressing the depths of the cavern respectfully.
But after that message, the voice vanished without a trace and made no further sound. Had Qin Fengming not actually seen a black-robed elder and been certain that a voice had reached his ears, he would have thought he was hearing things.
Whatever the case, although the elder's words had been exceedingly strange, he did not intend to kill Qin Fengming. From what he had said, he seemed to be offering Qin Fengming a tremendous opportunity.
The formation Qin Fengming had just broken had merely been a test set by that elder.
Apparently, an even greater trial lay ahead. As long as he passed it, he would receive the elder's rune inheritance.
That prospect alone had Qin Fengming's heart leaping with joy. With his knowledge, he naturally understood how ancient the elder manifested from lingering obsession must have been. He might even have been someone from the ancient Three Realms War.
The mere thought of inheriting the legacy of such a figure made Qin Fengming's mind thunder, leaving him scarcely able to contain himself.
Seeing that the elder neither spoke again nor revealed himself, Qin Fengming collected his thoughts and, without further hesitation, walked deeper into the cavern.
By now, Qin Fengming understood why those predecessors of the Eight Extremes Sect had sealed this place.
Breaking through that imprisoning formation woven from spirit patterns would certainly have been extremely difficult. With an utterly