Watching Bi Xuanming fly away and vanish into the horizon in the blink of an eye, Qin Fengming only then turned his gaze once more toward the island, which covered an area of several hundred square miles.
This island might not have been visited by cultivators before, and someone might even have sensed the spatial aura permeating this place. But places where spatial aura emanated were not nonexistent in the Ghost Realm.
Whenever the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries was swept by louse-dragon hurricanes, spatial aura would also emanate from it.
But to most cultivators, places where spatial aura emanated were no blessed lands. If such a place was a dangerous space, then those who entered would inevitably face an extremely perilous outcome.
Even if entering posed no danger, being unable to leave for the rest of one's life was no different from perishing.
Thus, whenever cultivators encountered a place where spatial aura emanated, they would usually flee at top speed rather than truly risk entering it.
Even Qin Fengming had not dared to touch it without knowing the exact nature of this spatial aura.
Qin Fengming's figure flashed as he hurried around the island several times, surveying the entire place. In the end, he confirmed that no one indeed lingered here regularly.
At last, Qin Fengming stopped atop a lofty mountain peak, sat down cross-legged, and began sensing the faint spatial aura emanating through the air.
Bi Xuanming had said that a spatial rift appeared here only once every twenty years.
Since that was the case, Qin Fengming had to ascertain roughly when the next spatial rift would appear. The Ghost Realm no longer held anything to restrain him, and he needed to make a trip back to the Human Realm.
Of course, if time permitted, he also wanted