At the peak of Core Formation, Qin Fengming's full speed was already no slower than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. A distance of tens of thousands of li should have taken him only a day to cover.
But now, Qin Fengming did not dare travel at full speed.
Danger was everywhere on Black Mist Island. Spirit Severing cultivators could not enter, yet there were quite a number of Spirit Severing demon beasts on the island.
The Spirit Severing demon beasts were able to exist there perhaps because they had been born on the island, and the aura of Black Mist Island flowed through their bloodlines.
Moreover, there were powerful ancient restrictions capable of trapping and killing Spirit Severing cultivators. Naturally, Qin Fengming could not fly at full speed.
Given Qin Fengming's usual caution, he certainly would not travel with his escape speed fully unleashed.
The area extending tens of thousands of li into Black Mist Island should have been the range where Nascent Soul cultivators operated. But even knowing that, Qin Fengming still would not take the risk.
He had more than enough time. Naturally, he could proceed slowly.
On the first day Black Mist Island opened, tens of thousands of cultivators would rush inside ahead of the others. Yet with cultivators' caution, the chances of fighting breaking out were still extremely small.
To the many Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators, even if they flew with all their strength, a day's time would not carry them very far into Black Mist Island. Besides, there were many dangers on the island. Any cultivator entering this place would first think of carefully searching for opportunities. As for robbing others, that should come later.
Two days later, Qin Fengming stopped amid a range of deep mountains wreathed in gray-white mist.