Qin Fengming rapidly released his divine sense, immediately imprinting his surroundings into his mind.
He was on an island spanning more than a hundred miles. Not a single tree grew there; bare rocks lay exposed, while volcanoes—some still spewing scorching magma into the sky—were scattered along the island's edges. The entire island was filled with waves of intensely searing air.
Before Qin Fengming stood a towering mountain peak that made him tremble slightly at first sight.
The peak rose one or two thousand zhang high, occupying nearly sixty percent of the island. Standing at its foot and looking up, he felt as though a sheet of scarlet flames had appeared over the mountain, wrapping the entire peak—which covered dozens of miles—in blazing fire.
Yet when he released his divine sense, he could not see the slightest trace of flame atop the mountain. All he saw was a mass of scarlet mist billowing upward.
What astonished him was that although the mountain appeared to be wrapped in flames from outside, within the forbidden ground, Qin Fengming could still clearly see green trees and unusual grasses growing across the towering peak, giving it a vigorous air of life.
Although he was puzzled, this was not the time for Qin Fengming to dwell on it. Looking at the cultivators before him, he recognized them as the people who had waited on that small island to enter Crimson Flame Mountain. However, of the two cultivators clearly dressed in Crimson Flame Mountain's robes, one was not the person Qin Fengming had seen before.
The two Crimson Flame Mountain cultivators' expressions changed drastically when they suddenly saw Qin Fengming emerge from the valley where no cultivator should have been able to leave.
But the meanings behind their changed expressions were clearly quite different.
The mid Nascent