"Junior, what are you trying to do? Stop at once!"
No one knew how much time had passed when a shout suddenly rang across the vast plaza, filled with alarm and fury. The voice was ethereal, as if it had been carried from some distant place.
That shout clearly came from the same voice that had spoken with Qin Fengming earlier.
Only now, the voice was filled with fury and urgency, no longer calm and composed as before.
Standing atop the towering altar, Qin Fengming naturally heard the frantic, alarmed voice. Yet he remained rooted in place, paying no heed to it.
At that moment, Qin Fengming's eyes were closed and his body stood firm. His hands moved as streams of profound sigils shot from them. Flickering, the sigils directly wrapped around the multicolored sphere inside the enormous cauldron before him.
The sphere, which had originally blazed with eerie radiance, had become extremely unstable as the streams of sigils merged into it. Like a ball of light bouncing incessantly, it thrashed and shot about violently within the enormous cauldron, rapidly and without the slightest pattern.
A mass of bluish-green mist surged up inside the enormous cauldron. The mist roiled, but did not spray out.
It was as if the giant cauldron contained an enormous suction force, preventing the fiercely surging mist from dispersing.
The mist contained an exceedingly dense bloody aura, along with what seemed to be a powerful aura of life. Its soul energy was vast, as if the soul energy of a powerful cultivator were circulating within it.
The voice grew frantic, uttering furious words again and again. Yet those furious words failed to make Qin Fengming stop casting his spell. Not only did he refuse to stop, but his hands moved two notches faster than before.
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