Qin Fengming was not foolish. Facing tens of millions of yin souls, with his current cultivation and methods, along with the spiritual liquid in the little gourd on him, he naturally did not need to worry too much about being trapped among the yin souls. But if a large number of ghost cultivators took action, he would still be in grave danger.
He had insisted on doing this only after pondering it for a long time.
In the Yinhun Domain, the Soul Devouring Beast had once swallowed more than a hundred thousand yin souls, yet its condition had not changed in the slightest and it had failed to advance again.
According to Qin Fengming's deduction, there should be some strange substance within the bodies of the yin souls in the Yinhun Domain that nourished the Soul Devouring Beast. The Soul Devouring Beast had merely absorbed that substance without completely refining the souls.
As for what that substance was, he had carefully examined those yin souls, but still could not determine it.
Regardless, it was certain that those yin souls were enormously beneficial to the Soul Devouring Beast.
Since there was no longer any possibility of entering the Yinhun Domain, Qin Fengming naturally would not miss the tens of millions of yin souls before him. Even if it meant risking his life, he would still stake everything on this gamble.
Qin Fengming had always been decisive. Once he made up his mind, he would do everything in his power to carry it out.
Watching the vast red yin mist that blotted out the sky and sun sweep over from dozens of miles away, blue radiance flickered in Qin Fengming's eyes.
Within that vast red yin mist, he easily saw a layer of restrictions glimmering. Red yin mist coiled within the glow,