"Fellow Daoists, we need to enter the valley and see what happened to that altar." Watching the others disappear one after another through teleportation, Kong Liang spoke with a gloomy expression.
They were the cultivators responsible for opening the altar this time. If they failed to clarify what had happened, he would surely be unable to answer for it.
"Good. We'll enter together and witness what happened to that altar." The other four naturally had no objections and immediately agreed.
Without further hesitation, the five Divine Connection cultivators flashed forward toward the valley shrouded in dense fog.
Before the five of them could enter the fog, a figure suddenly appeared before them as the dense fog surged.
"Fellow Daoists, forgive me. This Qin came out late and kept you waiting." After coming to a halt, a young cultivator with a smile on his face appeared before them.
"It's you!" Upon suddenly seeing the young man appear, Pang Su immediately shouted.
The one who had appeared was naturally Qin Fengming. He had remained atop that stone pillar, only to instantly fall into a strange state of mind. Under the disturbance of that terrifying aura, his entire body and soul had ultimately fallen into an illusion.
After he fell unconscious, the illusory state he experienced was not like those recorded in the ancient texts, with any obvious or unusual sensations. All he felt was his body falling into a land of nothingness.
Within that void, there was absolute silence, and not the slightest trace of energy existed.
He could not sense any object either. All around him seemed to be a vacant wasteland. There was not only no spiritual energy, but not even the slightest object—as if he had suddenly found himself in a void.
When he released his divine sense, he