The place before him was covered in pitch-black rocks as far as the eye could see. The bare black rocks shimmered with a strange phosphorescence. For two hundred miles in every direction, there was no sign of any demon beast or living creature—not even a single plant.
Qin Fengming's powerful divine sense, comparable to that of a Divine Connection cultivator, could only probe two or three hundred miles away. Under the shroud of the extremely dense gray-green mist, his divine sense was rapidly weakened.
Sensing the gray-green mist filling the air, Qin Fengming found that although it contained little corrosive poison, it held an extremely keen cutting sensation. When his body came into contact with the mist, it felt as though his skin were about to be torn apart.
This cutting sensation could not be blocked by protective spiritual light.
As he swept his arm through the air, the exposed skin immediately felt as though tens of thousands of threads were rapidly slicing across it.
At the center of the valley before him was a pool only several hundred zhang wide. Its emerald waters were utterly still; even when the mountain wind swept over them, not the slightest ripple appeared.
Within the black rocks across the surrounding land, some strange aura invisible to the naked eye was slowly converging toward that pool.
The emerald pool glimmered faintly, appearing exceedingly strange.
"This place truly is extraordinary and bizarre. Merely remaining here to cultivate is enough to temper the body and make it even tougher." Sensing the anomaly in the air, Qin Fengming could not help but have a sharp glint flash through his eyes as he muttered to himself.
His figure flashed, and Qin Fengming flew slowly toward the pool in the valley.
"Eh? Myriad Immortals Cave only opened three days