Qin Fengming had actually used a secret art in this place swarming with Yin souls and ghostly creatures, splitting his divine sense into a hundred strands and merging them into a hundred Silver Sheath Worms.
It sounded simple, but splitting one's divine sense was an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Even the slightest deviation could damage one's soul. The soul was the most difficult-to-understand part of the human body, mysterious and profound beyond measure. If the body was injured, even a severed arm could regrow.
But if the soul suffered even the slightest damage, repairing it would absolutely not be a simple matter.
If the soul was damaged too severely, a cultivator's cultivation might plummet, and he might even become an imbecile.
Qin Fengming had not split over a hundred strands of divine sense on a mere whim. He had always been meticulous and exceedingly cautious. His ability to split off a hundred strands now was also inseparably linked to the tremendous strength of his soul.
Before entering the Land of Lice Dragons, he would absolutely not have dared to split his divine sense on such a massive scale.
But now, his soul had grown so powerful that even he himself was astonished. As his understanding of various spell incantations and runes deepened, he had already carefully analyzed the divine-sense-splitting secret art in the Profound Ghost Art word by word and sentence by sentence.
Under such circumstances, he naturally had absolute confidence that he could execute the secret art perfectly. Even if all one hundred strands of divine sense were lost, his main body would still suffer injury, but it absolutely would not result in his cultivation plummeting or anything of the sort.
As the hundred Silver Sheath Worms shot away, Qin Fengming's expression did not relax in the slightest. Instead, it