Qin Fengming stopped amid a stretch of land ravaged by icy hurricanes, excitement and delighted surprise gleaming in his eyes. Yi Ao and the other three, however, were deathly pale, their eyes still filled with boundless terror.
Even after setting foot on solid stone, the four had yet to regain their composure.
After traversing an extraordinarily perilous spatial passage, Qin Fengming's party of five had emerged with only his robes still reasonably intact. The other four wore tattered clothes, and their bodies bore slashing wounds that looked utterly horrifying.
This journey through the spatial passage had been two or three times more dangerous than their earlier passage into the Xiangyun Realm.
The four were certain that without their young master beside them, not one of them could have emerged alive from that terrifying spatial passage.
Although delight showed on Qin Fengming's face, when he turned to look at the hurricane-shrouded spatial passage in the distance, apprehension and lingering fear remained lodged in his heart.
This time, he had prepared several hundred crystal talisman formations of various kinds and distributed them among Yi Ao and the other three.
Even so, the five had exhausted all those powerful crystal talisman formations inside the passage without lasting to the end. Only after Qin Fengming detonated ten or twenty useless magical treasures had they finally held out long enough to reach the exit.
Only after standing there for a long while did Qin Fengming and the others finally calm themselves.
"This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries," Qin Fengming declared with firm conviction as he surveyed their surroundings and sensed the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves carried within the shrieking, icy hurricanes.
He knew the terrain and its aura well. They were no different from all those years ago.
"But why