Qin Fengming certainly was not bored enough to waste his time wrestling with this late Spirit Severing cultivator in the pitch-black seabed thousands of zhang below the surface.
Rather, in this deep-sea region, he had actually sensed an extremely strange and indescribable feeling within his body.
The feeling was ethereal and elusive, difficult to grasp. Even when he focused his senses and examined it carefully, he still could not determine exactly what this feeling was—only that it made his sea of consciousness extraordinarily excited and comfortable.
The feeling did not persist. At first, he merely sensed his sea of consciousness surge, followed by a sensation that greatly soothed his soul. Within his vast sea of consciousness, a strange energy also welled up, disturbing its former tranquility.
But whenever he examined it closely, that feeling vanished on its own, and his sea of consciousness returned to calm.
It seemed that some hidden object existed deep within his sea of consciousness, yet no matter how he sensed it, he could not detect it.
Ever since the five fragments had vanished into his body within the underground space of the Land of Lice Dragons, and he had been unable to investigate them by any means, he had kept them in the back of his mind.
It was possible that this sensation in his sea of consciousness was related to those five fragments.
Of course, that was merely Qin Fengming's speculation.
Although he did not know what this sensation was or what it signified, one thing was certain: this feeling, which appeared at irregular intervals, did him no harm. On the contrary, it greatly benefited his sea of consciousness.
After the feeling appeared several times, Qin Fengming finally understood the reason behind it.
It only appeared when Zhao Zhinan behind him used a secret