At this moment, Yi Ao and the others had not gathered together. They were spread around Yellow Springs Lake, which covered an area nearly twenty li across. Although they were scattered around it, the immense energy surging from the depths of the lake and sweeping over them was equally tremendous.
Everyone's heart jolted, but they quickly calmed down again.
They knew that such a terrifying disturbance should have been caused by that young cultivator.
Having followed Qin Fengming, they had already witnessed far too many shocking events. Thus, they were not particularly astonished that Qin Fengming could create such a terrifying disturbance in this place where dreadful Yin energy had gathered.
As the barrier before them was dispelled, an island and a towering altar suddenly appeared. Rather than showing any delight, Qin Fengming's expression became exceptionally grave.
Qin Fengming had seen this fairly large altar before.
Nine enormous cauldrons, each two or three zhang tall and refined from an unknown material, stood around the broad altar. Flashes of restriction radiance emerged from the nine cauldrons, while a huge transparent barrier completely enveloped them.
At the center of the altar, atop a stone pillar more than ten zhang high, Saintly Venerable Shiyou's towering body remained bound to the pillar.
Looking at the scene before him, Qin Fengming felt a mix of emotions.
Who could have imagined that a thousand years ago, he had still been an insignificant, low-level cultivator from a lower realm? Yet a thousand years later, he had already grown into a Profound Tier cultivator—someone capable of freeing Saintly Venerable Shiyou, one of the Seven Great Progenitors of the True Demon Realm.
Even Saintly Venerable Shiyou himself would probably never have believed it.
Collecting his thoughts, Qin Fengming looked toward the nine enormous cauldrons before him, and his expression