(Thanks to Luoye Wusheng, Continental Shelf, Simple Luxury, Riding a Donkey Backward, Xia Zhengchao, Wind of the Twelfth Lunar Month, and anonymous dd3f9b book friend for the red-envelope encouragement. Xuzhen has nothing to repay you with, so I can only work hard at writing.▲∴,)
"Eh? Could this be the so-called Soul Lake?"
In an instant, Qin Fengming forcefully suppressed the divine soul within him, which had nearly torn free of his body. His figure flickered rapidly, retreating to the edge of the towering stone platform. After sweeping his gaze around, he could not help blurting out those words.
Though Qin Fengming had only just appeared in this place, he had already discovered something strange about his surroundings.
Below the cliff, the blood lake churned with red waves. The vast divine-soul energy surging from it made his mind sway with the slightest sense of it. Amid those faintly appearing waves, he even sensed an extremely familiar and intimate feeling from the essences of souls. As for the strange power desperately tugging at the divine soul within him, it made his expression change drastically.
The strangeness of this place actually far exceeded what Qin Fengming felt at that moment.
If he had not once ventured deep into the Yinhun Domain, causing his body to contain a large amount of the aura from the places where yin energy gushed forth there, then the instant he appeared on this sacrificial platform, that strange power would certainly have dragged his divine soul straight out of his body and dropped it into the Soul Lake below.
But even so, the powerful force pulling at Qin Fengming's divine soul was still far stronger than what the Ghost Lord cultivators had endured.
If it had been another cultivator—even someone at the late Integration stage—their divine soul would have