No records in the texts circulating through the Marketplace offered the slightest explanation of where the Yellow Springs Secret Water came from. It was as though the Yellow Springs Secret Realm had already existed since ancient times.
Where its very bottom led was something no one had ever investigated.
It was not that no one had wanted to find out. Rather, whenever cultivators entered it, before they could reach any great depth, they were already controlled by the vast yin energy. With that frenzied energy pouring into them, advancing even another inch became impossible.
And once that vast yin energy stopped pouring into a cultivator's body, the tremendous repulsive force would make it even harder for him to advance.
Over countless tens of thousands of years, quite a few Great Cultivators who practiced body-refining arts, as well as peak-transformation Demon Cultivators, had tried many times. Yet none had ever managed to penetrate very deeply.
Although Elder Li and the others were Ghost Realm cultivators entering the Yellow Springs Secret Water for the first time, they had still learned a little about it from the ancient texts. Thus, they were exceedingly pessimistic about Qin Fengming's actions.
Qin Fengming's tenacity was astonishing. Facing that mountain-like resistance, he did not retreat in the slightest, continuing to move his feet slowly as he proceeded deeper into the Yellow Springs Secret Water.
Time passed incredibly slowly, and Qin Fengming's progress was likewise painfully slow.
After more than twenty days had passed, he had advanced only five or six hundred zhang. The area around him was pitch-black, without so much as a fish or shrimp. He had not seen even the slightest living creature.
The surroundings were utterly silent. Setting aside the unbearable pressure squeezing his entire body, the deathly silence and darkness alone were enough