Qin Fengming looked at the sea of sand before him, then turned to gaze at the stretch of grafted spirit herbs two to three thousand li across in the distance, a thoughtful expression on his face.
The two locations were a full thousand li apart. Yet the aura of this sea of sand had already permeated the entire Sumeru Space. Within the pure yin energy, there was naturally also the aura of soul energy.
Qin Fengming could not be certain whether the grafted spirit herbs were the way they were because of the crimson soul sand here.
Still, he imagined it must have played some part.
Qin Fengming stood for a moment, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes. As he surveyed the entire area, a trace of greed actually appeared in his gaze. Naturally, he would not leave behind a single grain of crimson soul sand, but neither would he carelessly dispose of those spirit herbs whose transplanting method he could not determine.
To keep those spirit herbs alive, however, he would need to recreate an environment like this one.
If he could take this Sumeru Space away, everything would naturally fall into place. But this Sumeru Space was neither the Divine Machine Mansion nor the Zhongling Xumi Cave Dwelling.
From his knowledge, Qin Fengming recognized that it was merely a spatial rift in Sumeru Space, forcibly refined into a spatial domain through the formidable methods of this place's owner.
Presumably, even its owner had been unable to refine it into a spatial cave dwelling treasure that could be carried around. Precisely because that was impossible, the owner had established a formation here to seal the entire valley.
Looking over the immense Sumeru Space, Qin Fengming could only keep frowning.
The spatial runes and incantations he currently understood were