Burial Saint Valley was far from a safe place. The dangers within were beyond the reach of most perilous lands. Otherwise, it would not have restricted entry to powerful cultivators of the Spirit Severing realm.
Even early- and mid-stage Spirit Severing cultivators had to be assessed by Snow Nether Palace beforehand. This made it even clearer just how dangerous Burial Saint Valley was.
After hearing Shu Yu's words, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, and he secretly grew vigilant.
What reassured him slightly, however, was that the female cultivator had not mentioned any formidable restrictions in this place.
Suppose there were restrictions in Burial Saint Valley laid down by Mahayana cultivators or peak Profound Tier cultivators undergoing the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation. If early- and mid-stage Spirit Severing cultivators like them fell into such a place, there likely would not be many who could survive.
Their conversation ended, and naturally, they did not hesitate any longer. The two streaks of light rose together and flew toward the front.
Burial Saint Valley was exceedingly vast. Whether mountains, grasslands, deserts, Hilly Terrain, oceans, or lakes, every kind of terrain could be found there.
The only thing absent was cultivator habitation.
At that moment, Qin Fengming still sensed no aura of restrictions. Even as he sped through the air, he felt no obstruction whatsoever.
Even so, Qin Fengming did not dare relax in the slightest.
This place was threatened by more than just demon beasts. The greatest threat to cultivators came from other cultivators. Having just entered Burial Saint Valley, the danger was not yet great. But after a dozen years or so, whenever the two sides encountered each other, sneak attacks and battles would surely become as commonplace as eating and drinking.
The two streaks of light shot through the air, flying across the mountains.