Tongtian Peak had only three paths. Regardless of which path one took, there was no avoiding the restrictions blocking the way.
These restrictions should, in theory, have posed some obstacle to Great Nascent Soul Cultivators, but they absolutely would not completely stop them. This place had originally been a Trial Ground for the Immortal Mountain Sect's lower-level disciples, after all.
Faced with the Primordial Mist hidden within the white fog, Qin Fengming naturally felt wary.
Its corrosive power had not yet been able to cause him any harm. Relying on the tough Qinglin Sword Shield and his vast, inexhaustible magic power, he had completely blocked the corrosive poison.
But as he surveyed the scene before him, Qin Fengming could not help feeling slightly uneasy.
The Primordial Mist contained a miraculous illusionary effect; there was no doubt about that. Yet in the land before him, even after he fully activated the Pure Spirit Divine Eye, he could not see the slightest trace of an illusion. Though he had seen nothing, he was already certain that he had fallen into the illusion.
It was simply that this illusionary effect was far more profound than ordinary illusion arrays and illusory realms.
An illusionary conception capable of trapping even immortals naturally could not be compared with the illusory realms he had encountered in the past.
Although he was certain that he had fallen into the illusion, Qin Fengming did not panic. Instead, after standing there for a moment, he folded his body and sat down on the stone ground. Closing his eyes, he stopped moving altogether.
As time slowly passed, the winding path before Qin Fengming seemed to begin changing at a sluggish pace. It was as though countless years of vicissitudes had passed. Moss gradually appeared along it, and later, a fork even