Suddenly trapped within a restrictive spell, Qin Fengming became utterly alert. Without the slightest hesitation, he deployed his strongest defensive measures.
He had already witnessed the power of one restrictive spell firsthand: two peak Nascent Soul cultivators had perished within it in an instant. He had no wish to die here.
As he deployed his two defensive measures, a Blazing Sun Pearl also appeared in his hand.
To his slight relief, however, the overwhelming assault he had expected did not come.
Once he steadied himself, his surroundings came fully into view. Before him lay a spacious cavern.
The cavern was ten to twenty zhang high and several dozen zhang across. Its walls bore no traces of artificial carving, as though it had formed naturally. Behind him, a pitch-black passage opened in the stone wall.
As his divine sense swept the surroundings, faint traces of restrictive spell energy flickered intermittently over the stone walls. One glance was enough to tell him that a formidable restrictive spell sealed this place.
Blue light flickered in his eyes as he carefully surveyed the area. Finding no sign that this place was an illusion formation, he felt even more reassured, and the solemn expression on his face slowly faded.
Although a restrictive spell had trapped him here, he did not believe it was beyond his present means to break.
When Qin Fengming looked down at the stone floor, the grave expression returned to his face, which had only just relaxed.
More than a dozen sets of skeletal remains lay scattered across the floor before him. Bones and skulls were strewn about in utter disorder, as though someone had discarded them.
After so many years, the clothing on the remains had long since crumbled to dust.
What puzzled Qin Fengming slightly was that not a single