Amid this ancient battlefield, where hurricanes howled and strange currents raged, a cultivator's concealment abilities were almost useless.
Unless the cultivator possessed concealment abilities as formidable as those of Elder Shi in the underground space back then—an extraordinary technique that could hide his form amid powerful energy impacts—even a Profound level existence would be unable to conceal himself while the raging energy swept through the area.
When Qin Fengming saw two streaks of escaping light following behind him, he had not paid them much attention at first.
Dozens of cultivators had entered the battlefield together. It was only natural that some would be traveling in the same direction as him, so there was nothing surprising about it.
But when Qin Fengming deliberately changed direction, he discovered that although the two streaks of escaping light behind him did not fly directly toward him, their course had also shifted somewhat. They seemed to know that he was heading for the Rift Valley Land and had flown directly toward some location ahead of him.
Though their direction differed slightly, Qin Fengming, whose vigilance was already on high alert, immediately sensed something strange.
"Hmph. Could they be people from the Qinghong Merchant Alliance?" Qin Fengming snorted coldly through his nose. With a sudden turn of his hand, he took out a map scroll. This scroll was one he had obtained from the Cultivator surnamed Ding, a mid Spirit Severing cultivator who had claimed to be from the Qinghong Merchant Alliance.
Now that someone had managed to track him down, the first things he thought of were the Cultivator surnamed Ding and this scroll.
Locking onto it with his spiritual sense, Qin Fengming carefully examined the scroll in his hand.
A moment later, his gaze fixed on one corner of the scroll. His eyes flickered,