At the entrance to the valley where Qin Fengming was staying, a cultivator would arrive every two or three days, carefully patrol the area outside the valley, then leave in disappointment without finding anything.
Later, a mid-stage Ghost General even sat down cross-legged directly at the valley entrance and stopped leaving.
This cultivator had been dispatched by the Sect Master of the Eight Extremes Sect specifically to wait here for Qin Fengming.
Although he had discussed the matter with Elder Yan, the Sect Master of the Eight Extremes Sect still did not want to give up on Qin Fengming just like that. He hoped Qin Fengming could safely emerge from the forbidden area and represent the Eight Extremes Sect in the selection of Banner Wielders for Yellow Springs Palace.
Those ten slots for entering Yellow Springs Palace to be carefully nurtured were truly important to the Eight Extremes Sect. They were heaven-sent opportunities with a seventy-to-eighty percent chance of advancing to the Ghost Marshal realm.
Time slowly passed. On the fifty-ninth day since Qin Fengming entered the void, an abnormal change finally occurred within it.
The void, originally silent, suddenly rang incessantly with thunder and lightning. Streaks of immensely thick lightning tore across the sky and shot toward the distant starry expanse.
The multicolored radiance that had originally enveloped Qin Fengming had now vanished. In its place were streaks of energy-filled rune patterns, writhing like spirit serpents. Those rune patterns seemed to consist of only a few strands, but when locked onto with divine sense, one discovered that they were incomparably intricate.
Countless tiny rune patterns, impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, were hidden within. These tiny runes intertwined and tangled together, fusing with one another to form enormous rune patterns dozens of zhang long.
It could be said