From the memory of the ghost cultivator elder just now, Qin Fengming learned that this space was not very large, spanning only several thousand li in every direction. Compared with the spaces before, it was clearly much smaller.
Yet within this area of several thousand li, there were as many as one or two thousand late-Integration-stage and peak Yin-soul ghost creatures.
Very few of these Yin-soul ghost creatures could advance on their own. The reason was that their souls had already found it difficult to recover their intelligence, and they should all have suffered some degree of damage.
Whether all this was caused by the Soul Pagoda that appeared once every hundred years, the elder himself could not be certain. But one thing was clear: whenever that Soul Pagoda appeared, if there truly happened to be a Yin ghost that had regained its intelligence, its intelligence would inevitably be erased by the Soul Pagoda.
Although the elder had never witnessed this point himself, he was deeply convinced of it from his memories.
Qin Fengming was not especially afraid of the Soul Pagoda magic treasure that could make an Integration stage cultivator fall into an illusion. But if the person controlling that tower-shaped magic treasure bore a grudge against them and stopped opening the spatial teleportation passage, it would be absolutely fatal to the two of them.
It was precisely because of this that Qin Fengming was also filled with awe toward this space.
The female cultivator looked at the young cultivator before her and knew that what he had said was not false, but it was still far from what she wanted to know.
There were many cultivation techniques in the Cultivation World that could restrain ghost creatures and Yin souls, but she had never heard of an Integration stage