Qin Fengming stood beside the stone platform, watching the scene before him. His heart gradually settled into complete calm.
The restriction on this stone platform was a formation that gathered energy. At this moment, the gathered energy was violently dispersing, which was naturally extremely bad for the formation.
"Buzz!~" A hurried buzzing rang out. An immense mass of mist suddenly erupted from the stone platform. Like a volcanic eruption, it instantly spread across an area more than a thousand zhang wide.
The mist contained incredibly pure yin energy and was freezing cold.
If a Core Formation cultivator, even one who cultivated ghost arts, fell into the surging mist, they would very likely be frozen solid on the spot by the icy yin energy.
The mist slowly dispersed, and the tall stone platform before Qin Fengming reappeared.
There was no longer any mist swirling above the stone platform, and everything upon it was clearly visible. Qin Fengming watched the scene on the platform without moving for a moment.
This stone platform was clearly an extremely wondrous sacrificial altar. Ancient-looking pillars rose from it, carved with profound patterns. More than a dozen enormous cauldrons stood around the platform. At the center between the pillars and the cauldrons was a stone dais, upon which a lifelike statue sat cross-legged.
Only after most of the mist had dispersed did Qin Fengming move toward the altar.
He proceeded extremely carefully. When his foot stepped onto the first stone step, his heart tensed. He still harbored deep misgivings about the restriction on the platform.
He knew that he had not completely broken the restriction here, and he was not certain whether it might be activated again.
What reassured Qin Fengming was that the scene triggered by touching the steps earlier did not appear again.
His heart