"Fellow Daoists, this Qin has discovered that the area we've been surveying seems to deliberately avoid a certain direction. Could it be that the cultivators who entered Tianbing Island have already been assigned their respective areas?"
The group stopped to replenish their spiritual power, and Qin Fengming spoke with a slight frown.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, what makes you say that? Tianbing Island is a perilous place and belongs to no faction. We can enter it and search in any direction." Wang Xiong was slightly surprised as he spoke.
"We've been searching for two months. Judging from our route, it seems we've merely been circling a certain central area. Moreover, in these two months, we haven't encountered a single other cultivator." Qin Fengming wore a puzzled expression.
"You're exceptionally meticulous in your observations, Fellow Daoist. What you said is correct. We are indeed searching around a certain place. And it isn't just us—even other cultivators who come here will search in the same way. That's because the region we're circling contains one of the perilous places on Tianbing Island. Even late Profound Spirit and peak Profound Spirit cultivators would scarcely dare enter it." Wang Xiong looked at Qin Fengming, a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
Although the group had traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, their route had twisted and turned, with their direction changing frequently. Without a map for reference, it would have been impossible to know what sort of trajectory they had followed.
Yet Qin Fengming had somehow known, without looking at a map of Tianbing Island, that their route had been circling a certain place all along. Naturally, this left the cultivators of the Rao Cang Realm astonished.
"A perilous place? But what kind of place is it?" Qin Fengming's expression shifted, and his interest surged.
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