When Elder Yu transmitted his voice to him again, Qin Fengming no longer paid it any mind.
Since he would ultimately have to face that old man directly, the only thing he needed to do now was break through the fourth level of the divine hall. Whether there would be danger to his life afterward was no longer something he needed to consider at present.
Standing in the depths of space, Qin Fengming inexplicably felt a trace of terror rise within him.
It seemed that whatever was about to happen before him would pose an enormous threat to him.
"Break through the self, a trial of the state of mind." That old man had indeed transmitted those words earlier. But how was he supposed to break through himself? Was he supposed to stare at the endless void and comprehend some ethereal, intangible intent?
An enemy—whether a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator, one at the peak, or even an Integration stage cultivator—would at least be better than facing this empty, pitch-black, profound void. As long as one appeared before him, he might feel some fear in his heart, but it would still be far preferable.
Facing this void that seemed to be a land of nothingness, Qin Fengming inexplicably felt a burst of dread in his heart.
This sort of ethereal assault on the realm of the soul was the most terrifying of all.
If someone identical to him in both appearance and methods appeared, Qin Fengming would not be overly afraid. Even if he could not kill that person by conventional means, he himself would definitely not be in any danger.
That was because all the incarnation's techniques were things he had already mastered to the marrow. The moment his opponent made a move, he could immediately discern its weak