The place before him was no longer some grand hall, but a narrow valley enclosed by towering peaks on all sides. The surrounding mountains soared into the sky, their bare rocks exposed. Even apes would never be able to climb such peaks.
His divine sense swept across the area, revealing a lone stone table a thousand zhang away in the depths of the valley. A stick of already-lit sandalwood incense was burning atop it.
This incense was far thicker and taller than ordinary incense. The smoke it gave off was not particularly heavy, indicating that it was burning slowly. Judging by its speed, it would probably take several tea-brewing intervals to burn completely.
Beyond the incense burner, he looked into the distance. A dozen or so zhang away from it, a vast mass of white light spanning more than ten zhang flickered incessantly.
That mass of white light hovered alone several zhang above the ground. Within it, one could faintly make out the existence of a towering palace gate.
Sensing the powerful forbidden-air fluctuation radiating through the air, Qin Fengming could not help murmuring to himself.
The Myriad Star Gate had established its sect through mechanical puppets. In the Dark Sea Region, the Myriad Star Gate's puppets claimed second place; absolutely no one dared claim that their own puppets were first.
As he spoke, Qin Fengming moved and began slowly walking forward.
The moment he took a step, the Silver Spirit Shield was already hovering behind him. At the same time, his magic power surged within his body, and his secret arts were ready to be activated at any moment.
Qin Fengming naturally did not dare be careless before puppets capable of making a peak Integration stage cultivator afraid.
Qin Fengming proceeded cautiously. Even after walking more than twenty zhang,