As Qin Fengming gazed at the vast expanse of magma before him, whose boundaries lay beyond both his divine sense and his eyesight, he could not help drawing a sharp breath inward, despite having encountered many molten seas.
Magma surged and erupted, and blasts of hurricane-force wind swept over him, nearly strong enough to knock him off his feet.
Within those scorching winds, the powerful force devouring the soul energy within his body grew stronger still. The cutting force contained in the searing air, however, had scarcely increased.
Clearly, that cutting force was not the principal threat to cultivators entering this place. The natural illusion, of course, could do nothing to affect him.
By Qin Fengming's reckoning, the soul-devouring force and the scorching waves of air constantly sweeping through his surroundings alone were enough to kill an early Spirit Severing stage cultivator on the spot if they lacked defenses against scorching attacks.
Moreover, in such an environment, even a cultivator armed with powerful fire-attribute cultivation methods and abilities, bolstered by the exceptionally abundant fire attribute energy all around, would find it utterly impossible to balance their expenditure and replenishment of magical power.
And with that powerful soul-devouring aura ravaging their sea of consciousness, even the formidable soul power of a mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator might not be enough to withstand it.
Qin Fengming had no need to worry about his expenditure of magical power, and he could rapidly replenish his soul energy by absorbing energy from soul stones. His soul power was also formidable to begin with, considerably stronger than that of a mid Spirit Severing stage cultivator.
Thus, he had no fear at all of exhausting his soul power.
What surprised him even more was that the strange aura stirring his sea of consciousness seemed to have a