Once inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries, Qin Fengming could not possibly have felt no apprehension. Rumor had it that even Integration stage cultivators paled at the mere mention of this place. How could a mere late Nascent Soul stage cultivator like him dare underestimate it?
Had he entered this place alone, he would naturally have advanced cautiously, step by step, slowly making his way deeper into the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries.
But with an Integration stage Great Cultivator in hot pursuit behind him, he had no choice but to tuck his fear away, unleash his divine sense to its fullest, and shoot forward at top speed.
The icy hurricanes that flashed through the air from time to time posed no threat to him, and the faint pressure was nothing to fear either. What frightened him most were the restrictive spells that were so difficult to detect.
Although he had learned from Li Changshan and Yan Ming that restrictive spells became exceedingly rare once one passed beyond the fog-shrouded outskirts, ancient texts repeatedly recorded that many Great Cultivators had become trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries' restrictive spells and perished there.
Thus, he had no choice but to exercise even greater caution.
The scarcity of cultivators within the range of his divine sense was enough to show just how perilous this vast region, spanning two or three million li, truly was. Even when one or two cultivators appeared, he did not pause for an instant, but shot straight past them.
"Hmph! Junior, stop at once! Otherwise, even if I don't capture and kill you, you'll surely fall into a vast encirclement of ghostly souls and find it impossible to escape alive!"
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Qin Fengming had already