Within these two years, Qin Fengming had escaped from the Integration stage cultivator's grasp time and again by relying on Gale Phantom Steps. Faced with such an eerie movement technique, it would be harder than ascending to heaven for Shichang to approach Qin Fengming and unleash some powerful close-range secret technique.
What astonished Shichang most was that the young cultivator racing ahead seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of magic power.
Under such rapid flight, the speed at which a cultivator's magic power was consumed had already reached an utterly inconceivable level.
Although the pure yin energy in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries was incredibly dense, allowing cultivators to rapidly absorb energy from the surroundings to replenish their depleted magic power, this method of quickly absorbing external energy had considerable hidden drawbacks.
The rapidly inhaled yin energy was not completely refined through the cultivator's own circulation of cultivation techniques. Instead, after only a little circulation, it was directly driven by the cultivator. Under such circumstances, the minuscule impurities contained within the incompletely refined energy would remain in the cultivator's body.
In a short period, such scant impurities would naturally cause no harm to a cultivator. But if they were not removed in time, they would inevitably accumulate more and more, until a minor issue became an incurable ailment.
After two whole years, even he, a dignified Integration stage cultivator, could already feel that suppressing the hidden ailment caused by the impurities accumulated in his body had become exceedingly difficult. Yet the young cultivator fleeing at full speed ahead showed not the slightest sign of discomfort.
As Qin Fengming raced onward, the gloom in his heart was even heavier than that of the Integration stage cultivator behind him.
In the outer regions of the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries, the