"How has your journey been, Young Friend Qin? You haven't encountered any danger, have you?"
Two hours later, Qin Fengming, who had been flying along the enormous ravine, finally reached its end. The moment he stopped, a figure flashed out of the deep ravine and spoke.
"Greetings, Senior Lin. I haven't encountered any danger along the way—not even a single spatial rift." Qin Fengming clasped his fists and answered courteously.
He himself found it quite astonishing. Everyone said that the ancient battlefield was filled with countless wandering spatial rifts, yet he had flown all this way without encountering even one.
"Hahaha, this still belongs to the peripheral region. The Rift Valley Land is the dividing ridge surrounding the entire spatial battlefield. It is only after going farther inside that you enter the dangerous region where spatial rifts appear everywhere. The other three Fellow Daoists have gone to the bottom of the rift valley. Once they return, we will set out. Young Friend, enter the formation and rest for a while first."
Lin Tao was naturally far more familiar with the battlefield than Qin Fengming. Hearing Qin Fengming's words, he laughed and explained.
Hearing Lin Tao say this, Qin Fengming's heart stirred. He did not understand what the three Profound Spirit mighty figures had gone to the bottom of the rift valley to do.
Following behind Lin Tao, the two of them circulated their internal magic power and entered the rift valley directly.
The moment Qin Fengming reached the edge of the rift valley, an extremely strange, icy-cold aura suddenly swept over his body. It was strange because, amid this bone-piercing cold, Qin Fengming sensed a bizarre energy that seemed to invade his blood vessels directly, as though it intended to freeze all the blood in his body.
This sensation had