Standing atop a relatively tall mountain at the entrance to Ice Valley, Qin Fengming's gaze grew exceptionally wise. His eyes shone brightly, containing a profound depth.
Looking at the distant place shrouded in white mist, a faint aura slowly radiated from his body.
As the aura gradually condensed, Xie Hua and the others suddenly felt an urge to kneel and submit.
It was as if the young cultivator beside them had suddenly given birth to an aura that caused anyone who saw him to involuntarily feel a strange compulsion to worship.
As the young cultivator stood there, that strange sensation took root in everyone's hearts and began to grow vigorously.
In the space of a few short moments, the gazes of the seven powerful Integration Realm cultivators revealed an intense struggle, while their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.
Everyone suddenly felt a tremendous pressure weighing upon their bodies. Deep in their hearts, an intense urge arose to prostrate themselves. That feeling suddenly grew stronger. Even though they knew they absolutely could not feel this way, they found it impossible to break free from this artistic conception's erosion of their minds.
It was as though the young man before them were a lofty and majestic existence. Only by obeying that will and worshiping him could they feel at ease.
The strange sensation spread, yet the young cultivator standing there seemed not to sense it in the slightest. He merely stared at the white mist ahead, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, as though carefully investigating something.
"Hmm, six more Fellow Daoists have emerged from that white mist. Fellow Daoist Xie, you and the others should fly toward the southeast. You'll be able to intercept them there. Tell those Fellow Daoists what this Qin mentioned earlier. I imagine there's still a