The azure mist contained a dense aura of death, without the slightest trace of vitality. His divine sense merely brushed against it, yet it was immediately absorbed.
Countless profound Spirit Patterns, invisible to the naked eye, flashed and darted through the azure mist, while a terrifying aura spread outward.
"Hmph. I never thought you would still dare provoke this Qin."
Facing the strange azure mist that had suddenly appeared overhead, a cold snort abruptly sounded from Qin Fengming's nose. A sinister expression spread across his face.
This azure mist was not unfamiliar to him. When he had undergone the Integration Heavenly Tribulation, he had already experienced this strange mist, which was rarely recorded in the ancient texts.
Watching the azure mist sweep downward from the sky, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest panic. His expression remained calm, and he made no other move to resist.
The azure mist rapidly swept downward, and in an instant, it completely enveloped Qin Fengming.
An icy-cold aura descended upon him. Azure mist suddenly filled his vision, blocking everything from sight. His body grew light, and the depths of his mind seemed to reel. His vision abruptly went black, and his mind lost focus for an instant.
In merely a moment, he regained consciousness.
All around him was a desolate land. The sky was a hazy blue, making it impossible to distinguish directions. Bitter, violent winds howled and raged, while a huge, murky-yellow sphere of light floated in midair. The entire scene gave off an intensely oppressive feeling.
Surveying his surroundings, blue light flickered in Qin Fengming's eyes. Though his expression was solemn, there was not the slightest trace of surprise or panic.
This was the place described in certain ancient texts—the place where the fiends of the Outer Realm Demonic Domain imprisoned the souls