As the spirits drifted past, no attacks appeared. The terrifying Sumeru Formation did not manifest either, and it was obvious that the six cultivators in spirit form who had entered it secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
They had witnessed the terror of that ancient Immortal Realm formation with their own eyes.
Although Qin Fengming had personally tested the formation in front of everyone, since they had not tried it themselves, the others naturally still felt uneasy.
The group did not turn back again. With a movement of their bodies, they all came to stand before the stone gate of the chamber.
Qin Fengming glanced at the others in the distance, and his expression suddenly grew solemn as well. He held the flute horizontally in his left hand, ready to activate it at any moment.
Meanwhile, in his right hand inside his sleeve, he also gripped the pitch-black round pearl Huang Cheng had given him.
Regardless of whether some terrifying existence lay beyond the stone gate, Qin Fengming's habitual caution meant that he had made all his preparations in an instant.
"Creaaak!~~" A crisp sound of rock scraping suddenly rang through the vast, empty cavern, filling the silent cave with wave after wave of echoes.
As the stone gate to the chamber opened, the six mid Spirit Severing stage cultivators standing in a half-circle before it all wore exceptionally grim expressions. None of them believed that the terrifying aura Qin Fengming had repeatedly mentioned was nonexistent.
Watching the stone gate slowly swing open amid its creaking, their already tense hearts rose even higher.
They focused their eyes on the scene. No terrifying existence leaped out from beyond the stone gate. There was only a pitch-black tunnel, winding its way into the depths.
The group stood before the stone gate for