Yinluo Holy Lord's words struck Qin Fengming's ears, and even with his extraordinarily resilient mind, his body could not help but tremble.
Although he had guessed that the person from the Demon Realm had an extraordinary background, he had never imagined that he, too, was a clone descended from a mighty cultivator of the Upper Realm. As for those mighty cultivators, Qin Fengming still held some awe for them, but he was not especially afraid.
No matter how powerful a mighty cultivator of the Upper Realm was, killing him would be no more difficult than crushing an ant. However, so long as he did not enter the Upper Realm, he would not come into conflict with one.
And if a mighty cultivator of the Upper Realm wished to descend to the lower realm, there were many constraints. Most importantly, his true body would find it extremely difficult to enter a low-level interface, because the Heaven and Earth laws would not permit it.
For his true body to enter, he would have to perform an earth-shaking secret art and forcibly suppress his own cultivation realm.
Yet descending from the Upper Realm into a low-level interface was far more dangerous than a cultivator from a low-level interface ascending to the Upper Realm. Of ten people, at least eight would be swept away by spatial turbulence and perish within the passage.
Moreover, the lower one's cultivation realm when entering the passage, the more likely one was to suffer less from spatial storms and turbulence and ultimately survive. Thus, even if a mighty cultivator of the Upper Realm intended to descend to the lower realm, he could only send some subordinates and use divine abilities to suppress their cultivation to the Early Nascent Soul realm.
Only then would they have a chance of passing