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The Burial Immortal Land was vast, and no one had personally explored it. By rough estimation, it stretched for several million li.
It was said to contain enormous numbers of precious spirit herbs and refining materials, but the cultivators of the Immortal's Remnant Land generally only ventured around the outermost hundred thousand li. Any deeper, and even Immortal Lord cultivators might perish within.
Moreover, from the ancient records, Qin Fengming knew that this vast region did not contain only yin energy. Some areas within it also held pure spiritual energy.
Flying through the mountains, Qin Fengming appeared completely at ease, showing no concern that restrictions or dangers might be present. There was a reason for this: the route he was taking was precisely the path along which the great mass of yin souls and ghosts was advancing.
With tens of millions of yin souls blazing the trail ahead, any dangers had long since been cleared away.
After merely the time it took to finish a cup of tea, scarlet yin mist appeared within Qin Fengming's spiritual sense ahead. The red mist churned and surged rapidly forward. Quite a few Ghost Marshal or Ghost Lord cultivators flickered in and out of sight along the edge of the enormous red mist.
Sensing this scene, a concentrated light flashed in Qin Fengming's eyes.
Gathering tens of millions of mindless yin souls and making them advance along a predetermined route would have been absolutely impossible without powerful restrictions and formations.
Yet Qin Fengming had never encountered a formation that could control a formation spanning hundreds of li and make it move at high speed.
Even if some formations were formed by cultivators holding formation flags, they could only change the formation's configuration within a certain area. It was absolutely impossible for an