Shou Xian Mountain was absolutely a mysterious existence on Ice Plains Island. Whether among cultivators' word-of-mouth accounts or in various ancient texts, everything concerning Shou Xian Mountain was shrouded in secrecy, and there were extremely few descriptions of it.
Even when there were some introductions, they merely skimmed over it, with no detailed records at all.
Such circumstances naturally made Qin Fengming deeply curious. Now that he had witnessed such strange matters at the Dao Seeking Assembly held by Shou Xian Mountain, he had suddenly developed a profound wariness and dread toward Shou Xian Mountain.
Based on Qin Fengming's experience, he could also tell that there had indeed been some opportunities within that illusionary realm, because he could clearly sense a peculiar energy fluctuation contained inside. Within the fluctuation was the power of several talismanic patterns.
From this alone, Qin Fengming could determine that if he had been inside, he might have been able to comprehend something.
But at this moment, he naturally would not try to enter that strange space again.
Time slowly passed, yet nothing in the hall changed in the slightest. The mist within the towering pagoda continued to surge forth without pause.
What slightly puzzled Qin Fengming was that although the vast mist continued to pour out, the gray-white mist in the hall seemed not to have increased at all since it first appeared.
Only after a full three days did the middle-aged cultivator sitting cross-legged on the elevated platform open his eyes. He swept his gaze over the nearly ten thousand cultivators still immersed in their illusory dreams, and a strange, unfathomable smile appeared on his face.
He formed hand seals, and streams of incantations shot out. A buzzing sound rang out as the gray-white mist in the hall rapidly gathered back toward the towering