Scene after scene flashed through Qin Fengming's mind. His wavering gaze gradually settled, becoming calm and steady.
Amid this terrifying, bizarre, and incomprehensible mist, things seemed extremely dangerous. Yet in Qin Fengming's current condition, even if he persisted for several dozen days, there would be no danger of perishing.
There were no other potent attacks here, only that uncontrollable force of energy absorption assaulting him.
That alone truly would not cause Qin Fengming to perish anytime soon.
Of course, if it had been another cultivator—even a Profound Tier cultivator—the chances of lasting one or two days under such circumstances would have been slim.
They could not possibly have the emerald-green gourd on them, nor could they possess a large supply of pills.
And even if a cultivator had a large number of pills on hand, judging by a cultivator's refinement speed, compared with the tremendous magic power being drawn away by that terrifying absorption force acting on them now, the two would still be wildly out of balance.
With expenditure exceeding income, the magic power within a cultivator's body would eventually be drained dry.
Without the support of magic power, it would be nearly impossible for that cultivator to cast incantations and techniques to refine the pills. It was even possible that the moment a pill entered their mouth, its terrifying medicinal effect would already burst their physical body apart.
Without magic power to stabilize the pill's medicinal effect, even a pill meant for a Divine Connection cultivator possessed such immense potency that, if released all at once, it would be more than the body of even a peak Spirit Severing stage cultivator could bear. Even a Profound Tier cultivator, without magic power, might have their meridians completely destroyed by the impact of the medicinal force.
As someone possessing the