Standing atop the stone platform, Qin Fengming was cursing the Jiao Clan in his heart when the old man's voice transmission once again appeared in his mind.
After hearing what the old man had said, Qin Fengming's heart had already calmed down.
It turned out that this illusion array was still one of the trial formations among the three levels. If he wanted to obtain the treasures, he had to break through this illusion array.
Qin Fengming was of course not frightened by the illusion array before him. The divine hall was a Trial Ground held for the Jiao Clan's Core Formation cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators. A restriction at such a level naturally did not warrant his attention now.
After putting the puppet into his robe, he made no further hesitation. With a movement of his body, he walked toward one of the stone tables.
Just as he had stepped within three feet of the stone table, a tremendous force suddenly appeared out of thin air around him and instantly enveloped him. As the tremendous force emerged, a power of traction suddenly arose.
Qin Fengming's body dropped. He tried to break free of the tremendous force, but what startled him was that the force suddenly surged, abruptly reaching the limit his body could withstand. If he did not follow the direction of that force, his body would be torn apart in an instant.
His heart tightened. Qin Fengming gathered up the force pulling him downward, and with a whoosh, his body shot forward.
With a flash of his figure, he charged straight toward the stone table before him. Without making the slightest sound, he passed through the middle of the stone table, and then vanished without a trace.
The female cultivator in the distance had by then abandoned any