Qin Fengming stood several thousand zhang away from the black mist. At this moment, countless cultivators crowded the space before him.
Black Mist Island could not be entered at present, so everyone could only hover in midair.
He had not found any members of the Ji Household among the cultivators, nor had he seen Xie Hua. Naturally, he did not go looking for him either. Everyone had agreed that after entering Black Mist Island, they would gather at a suitable time.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for the people from the Five Great Sects to arrive.
Qin Fengming had never seen a Profound Spirit cultivator before. Although he had seen quite a few Mahayana souls or divine senses, those were naturally incomparable to a true Profound Spirit cultivator.
Some cultivators might cultivate throughout their entire lives without ever seeing a Profound Spirit cultivator.
To see five Profound Spirit powerhouses at once on Black Mist Island—let alone the Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators present—even Qin Fengming himself felt immense anticipation.
How powerful a Profound Spirit cultivator truly was had always been an inescapable thought in Qin Fengming's mind.
Looking at the eager expressions of everyone present, Qin Fengming suddenly understood. Among the hundreds of thousands of cultivators present, quite a few might not have come for Black Mist Island at all, but simply wanted to behold with their own eyes those five powerful figures of the Integration Realm.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators had gathered together. Although fighting could not possibly break out, friction was naturally unavoidable. As shouts and curses rang out one after another, the clamor outside Black Mist Island shook the heavens.
Qin Fengming restrained his magical power and stopped in one place, ignoring the commotion around him. He sat cross-legged in the air, waiting for the