Although Qin Fengming was far younger than those cultivators who were often several thousand or even ten thousand years old, he had experienced no fewer perilous situations than those cultivators at the Aggregation, Divine Connection, or Profound Tier stages.
Not only were they no fewer, but compared with most mighty cultivators, the dangers he had faced were even greater.
He had encountered many dangers, so naturally, he had also seen many strange things.
Yet what he saw this time still made Qin Fengming's heart pound wildly. If he had not sensed that the bizarre yellow mist did not possess any ability to attack on its own, he might already have been utterly terrified.
Even so, the pale-yellow mist that had suddenly appeared before his divine sense still frightened Qin Fengming out of his wits, making his heart thud violently.
Deep within the female cultivator's sea of consciousness, after Qin Fengming had spent two full hours consuming an immense amount of divine soul energy beyond description, he suddenly collided with an extremely faint yellow mist only several feet across amid her vast sea of consciousness.
The pale-yellow mist was extremely bizarre, almost completely fused with the energy of the female cultivator's sea of consciousness.
The instant that wisp of Qin Fengming's divine soul aura touched it, he suddenly sensed an exceedingly strange artistic conception appear in his divine sense.
That artistic conception was extraordinarily strange. His soul consciousness seemed to have fallen into an ethereal, illusory starry sky. His originally magnificent divine soul energy began to dissipate uncontrollably within that starry sky. Even his soul essence seemed, upon closer inspection, about to merge entirely into that wondrous starry sky.
The instant he sensed this, Qin Fengming severed that strand of divine soul consciousness without the slightest hesitation.
He was horrified, and