A month later, Qin Fengming led more than a hundred ghost cultivators to the edge of the Burial Immortal Land without losing a single person. They stopped atop a towering mountain peak.
Turning back to look in the direction they had come from, the hundred-plus ghost cultivators felt as though they had been dreaming.
Recalling the circumstances of their entry into the Burial Immortal Land several months earlier, they could not help sighing with emotion. They all imagined that if this young man before them had led them from the beginning, they absolutely would not have lost nearly a thousand fellow cultivators.
Although the ghost cultivators had not lost anyone, Qin Fengming's journey had been anything but easy.
He had lost more than twenty puppets at the Ghost Lord realm before leading everyone safely through the countless perilous regions.
Only now did he understand why Ghost Luo had been so terrified of the Burial Immortal Land.
Not to mention mid Integration stage cultivators—even late Integration stage cultivators and peak cultivators could very likely perish in those terrifying danger zones that appeared without warning if they were caught unprepared.
In truth, the reason everyone had been able to leave the Burial Immortal Land at such a small cost had much to do with Lang Yuan and his group having personally experienced it once before. If they had fallen into those perilous places without knowing anything about them, Qin Fengming reckoned that he too would have faced a tremendous risk of death.
"Fellow Daoists, this Qin has kept his promise and safely led you all out of the danger zone. Let me say this once more: if any of you wish to return to the Yinhun Domain, this Qin will absolutely not stop you. Moreover, I guarantee that so long as you