Standing at the edge shrouded in mist, Qin Fengming found the turmoil and anxiety in his heart difficult to suppress, as though something within the mist could assail a cultivator's mind.
Looking around, Qin Fengming saw that there were no stone pedestals at the edge of the mist. Among the cultivators on the stone platform, no one would remain at the mist-shrouded perimeter.
Qin Fengming could be certain that once cultivators completed the test on the stone platform, they should obtain some opportunities and benefits. But if they wanted to gain even more, they had to step off the stone platform and enter the thick mist.
Upon entering the mist, cultivators would undoubtedly suffer unimaginable assaults on their minds.
Moreover, the higher they went, the stronger that assault might become. The strange Immortal Realm rune aura he hoped could cause a cultivator's consciousness to fall into a coma would also increase sharply.
Turning to glance at the many cultivators on the stone platform behind him, Qin Fengming was about to step forward into the mist-shrouded area. Yet the instant he turned his head, he spotted a cultivator atop a distant stone pedestal, causing the movement he had already decided upon to halt.
What met his eyes was a female cultivator whose face was concealed—and one Qin Fengming had seen before.
When Qin Fengming had just emerged from the ruins of He Yang Palace, he had encountered a grandfather and granddaughter. This female cultivator was precisely that junior.
A female cultivator only at the mid Nascent Soul stage naturally would not have drawn much of Qin Fengming's attention.
But the female cultivator's current state caused even Qin Fengming to show a trace of emotion.
The female cultivator's eyes were closed, her brows tightly furrowed. Her exposed forehead was covered in fine