Sensing the pure yin energy permeating the surroundings, Qin Fengming felt as though he had returned to the Ghost Realm. Yet this was not the Ghost Realm either. Within the yin energy here, he could even sense the presence of true ghosts.
"This place is saturated with yin energy, and there's actually the aura of true ghosts within it. If a cultivator who practiced ghost-path techniques were to seclude himself here, it would surely be of immense benefit to his cultivation."
Sensing the yin mist filling the area around him, Qin Fengming spoke without thinking.
"Although this place is saturated with yin energy, it is absolutely unsuitable for cultivation. Living next door to those yin ghosts and corpse refinements, no one could possibly remain at ease." Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the female cultivator gave a soft snort and spoke as well.
Before the two of them stood another enormous stone stele. The words marked upon it were the same as what Si Kong Yining had just described: any cultivator who could remain inside for a day would be considered to have passed.
Just as the two were speaking, a mass of yin mist suddenly surged up, and a sinister cackling rang out from within it.
Figures flickered, and three cultivators suddenly stepped out of the yin mist.
The three wore cultivators' robes. Although the garments were already tattered beyond recognition, it was still possible to tell at a glance that they were cultivators from Ice Plains Island. Judging by their clothing, there were two men and one woman.
At this moment, however, all three cultivators were enveloped in deathly qi. Their bodies were rigid, their faces shriveled, and they looked as though they had been dead for many years.
From the energy aura revealed by the three, it was clear