Several years later, Qin Fengming and his party of more than a dozen appeared before a range of mountains.
The boundless mountains before them were the Yin Mountains, where Yellow Springs Palace stood. Qin Fengming was deeply wary of this mountain range. When he had first come here, he had seen with his own eyes the many ancient restrictive spells within these mountains shrouded in yin mist.
Though he had taken only a single look, Qin Fengming had already been certain that those restrictive spells were all extraordinarily powerful.
Qin Fengming was certain that those restrictive spells had likely been laid by the upper-realm Mahayana cultivator who had set up the restrictions in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm. Even now, if he were caught within them, they could kill him in an instant.
"Fellow Daoists, we have already settled our agreement. Now it is time for you to do your part." Qin Fengming appeared and looked at Elder Chu and the three Ghost Lord cultivators as he spoke calmly.
Qin Fengming had already placed spirit-sealing Spirit Patterns within these four cultivators of Yellow Springs Palace. Left with no choice, the four had reached an agreement with him.
If they wanted to live, they had to obey Qin Fengming's instructions and help his party enter Yellow Springs Palace.
Under Qin Fengming's soul restrictions, they could no longer even end their lives by self-detonation. Refusing his demands was simply impossible.
Once they learned that Saintly Venerable Shiyou had escaped, and that Wei Zhong, Ye Zhiyu, and the twelve late-stage and peak-stage Ghost Lord cultivators of Yellow Springs Palace had perished without even a scrap of flesh remaining, the last trace of defiance in their hearts vanished.
The four knew in their hearts that their Yellow Springs Palace was finished.
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