Suddenly, Qin Fengming, who had been stunned by the scene before him and utterly at a loss, thought of something—something that concerned whether he would live or die.
His physical body had already entered this mass of mist. How, then, was he supposed to leave it?
The moment this thought arose, Qin Fengming's back turned icy cold.
He had long since probed this place with his divine sense. The surroundings were almost identical to reality, and the ground beneath his feet was hard earth and stone. When his divine sense reached into it, it found no difference from the soil and rocks of the Cultivation World. Everything indicated that this was an entire world.
Yet he was certain this was not a Sumeru Space. If it was not a Sumeru Space, how could he leave? This question immediately lay before him.
If he could not leave, would he not have to spend the rest of his life in this place, where there was hardly any Heaven and Earth Origin Energy?
At this thought, Qin Fengming's originally calm mind suddenly gave a violent leap. His eyes grew grave, and his divine sense once again swept toward his surroundings.
Yet what he saw made his expression even more solemn.
He cast several arts for leaving a Sumeru Space, but could not sense the slightest sign of escape. His body floated in midair, completely unable to move.
By now, he was no longer concerned with whether the three Purple Firmament Sect cultivators had escaped the restriction and found their way into the main hall. What he needed to consider was how to leave this strange space.
Time slowly passed. Qin Fengming still seemed like a scarecrow fixed in midair, his body not moving in the slightest.
He had not found a way to