Clouds and mist swirled around them, and the distant Buddhist chanting reached his ears once more. As Qin Fengming released his divine sense, joy instantly bloomed across his youthful face. He had already returned to Yunmeng Mountain.
He stood motionless in place for a long while. Though little change could be seen on his youthful face, waves were surging wildly through his heart.
Facing that Mahayana divine sense, which could easily annihilate him, he had been trembling with fear.
Given how highly Yinluo Holy Lord and the old man surnamed Xia valued the Treasure-Refining Ghost Formula, it would hardly have been surprising if they had killed him to silence him.
Recalling what the old man had said back then, Qin Fengming slowly knitted his brows.
That contract stated that one day he was to tell a cultivator what he knew. But who was that cultivator, and where was he? Even the old man had not known at the time.
This matter suddenly reminded Qin Fengming of something recorded in an ancient text: reincarnation.
Qin Fengming had once read an introduction to reincarnation in an ancient tome. Though it had not been particularly detailed, it had still revealed something of the truth. The tome claimed that it was an Immortal Realm divine ability. By cultivating this divine ability, a cultivator's soul after death would not fall into the Netherworld, but would seal away its own memories and remain in this realm instead.
Once it encountered a suitable opportunity, that soul could reincarnate anew, growing from an infant.
The souls of cultivators who cultivated this divine ability were exceedingly difficult to capture and kill. Even when they encountered someone several realms stronger, it was still difficult to capture and annihilate them while their souls were weak.
Almost as soon as their bodies