Looking at the towering mountain before him, Qin Fengming did not see the two enormous stone platforms he had encountered before. He was slightly startled, but soon understood.
He had merely used the secret art Fairy Yaoxi had given him to summon the divine hall. He had not performed the Jiao Clan's proper sacrificial ceremony, so the souls of the two great powers lingering inside had naturally not activated the divine hall's restrictions. Thus, its entrance had not opened.
"Hahaha, I never thought that in little more than a decade, you would already have the ability to summon the divine hall. That is truly remarkable. But, little friend, you must immediately use the Treasure Control Art to put this divine hall away. The other cultivators here will discover its appearance in moments, and those who come to investigate—"
Just as Qin Fengming was slightly taken aback, a voice carrying a hint of delight suddenly entered his ears.
"Senior Yi Yang, I'll cast the art right away."
Qin Fengming naturally recognized the voice. It unquestionably belonged to True Person Yiyang.
This was no place to linger. Qin Fengming formed hand seals with both hands, his magic power surging wildly within him. As he exerted his divine sense to the utmost, streams of incantations sprayed forth.
The incantations swirled endlessly around Qin Fengming's hands like darting fish.
At the same time, waves of energy spread from the constantly moving incantations. Like ripples, they extended toward the towering mountain hundreds of zhang away.
In an instant, they touched the towering mountain. A faint hum slowly rose from its surface, like the mournful sound of a breeze passing through lotus leaves.
"Strike!" Qin Fengming suddenly shouted.
As the incantation rang out, the streams of spell patterns circling his hands shot forth, flying straight toward