Although the Cultivation World had several rare and wondrous things that could nourish the soul, they could only gently nurture it. They absolutely could not produce such a powerful reaction as what had just happened, where merely a faint trace of aura had caused the soul within him to feel so intensely.
It was as if that aura itself were a kind of soul origin.
It seemed that as long as it could be absorbed into the soul, it would be enough to strengthen it and break through to the next realm.
Qin Fengming had never seen such a strange object before, nor had he found any record of one in the classics. Yet such a scene had truly appeared before him just now.
There was not the slightest falsehood to it. That strange aura had indeed passed straight through his defensive secret art, invaded his sea of consciousness, and merged into his soul.
Standing where he was, the resolute look in Qin Fengming's eyes slowly emerged. The veins on his neck bulged, and an intensely terrifying, savage aura suddenly burst from his body.
With a step, he once again walked deeper into the vast, pitch-black tunnel.
Although his pace was no longer hurried this time, every step he took was extraordinarily firm, as if his body carried an imposing spirit capable of breaking through any obstacle and surging forward without hesitation.
Amid the terrifying hurricane, his body, which had been swaying earlier, no longer shook.
His legs were like two steel stakes. Every step he planted took root on the hard rock.
The roar was thunderous. By this point, it seemed to contain sonic energy, so even with Qin Fengming circulating his cultivation power at full strength, he could no longer easily withstand that tremendous bellow.
Yet the powerful