(I went out of town to see a doctor today—not Xuzhen, but an elder. I got up a little after five in the morning and left, and it was dark by the time I returned. I've only managed to write this much tonight. My apologies, fellow readers.)
Qin Fengming's eyes widened, and astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.
This soul-force aura that had abruptly gathered was definitely not something he had drawn in by absorbing the soul-force energy outside. Even the formation he had set up could not possibly possess such an ability to gather soul-force energy.
Recalling the sigil patterns he had used to set up the formation, Qin Fengming's brows drew tightly together.
Qin Fengming was absolutely certain about the formation he had set up. Those sigil patterns were only meant to isolate the aura, though one of them did contain a channel that allowed energy from outside to enter. However, that channel existed solely to let him absorb external energy.
As for gathering soul-force energy over such a wide area, those sigil patterns were fundamentally incapable of such an effect.
Qin Fengming did not dare absorb soul-force energy recklessly, especially this kind that required refinement. Though this soul-force energy was pure, it ultimately was not the soul-force energy of a cultivator's own body. No matter how pure it was, impurities still existed within it.
Directly absorbing it into the sea of consciousness would absolutely damage a cultivator's sea of consciousness.
Therefore, this soul-force energy had to be refined through circulating the cultivation art. If it entered the sea of consciousness without being refined, the cultivator would be courting death.
Yet what he saw before him made Qin Fengming's heart suddenly pound.
The soul-force energy all around was rapidly converging toward the small formation restriction where he was,