Eleven years later, within a perilous region of Jian'an Prefecture spanning only two or three hundred thousand li, dense clouds suddenly surged over a range of mountains without the slightest warning. A strange energy abruptly gushed down from the high heavens,
This energy was exceedingly bizarre, completely unlike the pure yin energy of the Ghost Realm,
If a cultivator had been nearby, they would have recognized at a glance that this incomparably vast energy was a tremendous force of soul power,
As this unparalleled soul power burst forth, a pitch-black rift suddenly appeared in the sky, reaching twenty or thirty zhang in length and more than ten zhang in width,
With the rift's appearance, a tremendous gale surged out. Within that hurricane, a figure dressed in animal hide was flung out,
The rift had appeared with astonishing speed, but it vanished just as swiftly. As the figure was thrown out, the rift immediately contracted and disappeared without a trace after only a few blinks,
If not for the tall trees within two or three hundred zhang of the area now lying toppled and shattered, one would surely have thought that nothing had happened at all,
"That was dangerously close. If not for this Qin's sufficiently tough body and the vast number of treasures on him, he truly might have perished in those spatial currents. It is truly unimaginable how the old man surnamed Li managed to evade those terrifying spatial currents,"
The figure rolled through the air, circled once, and finally stabilized himself,
Turning back to look at the spatial rift that had already vanished, a trace of lingering fear appeared on his young face,
This young cultivator was none other than Qin Fengming, who had remained in the Land of Lice Dragons for seventeen or eighteen years,
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