As a Profound Spirit powerhouse, anyone who had reached that level possessed extremely profound escape arts and exceptional insight into spatial movement. Their escape speed was as swift as lightning and flint, carrying them thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye. Yet no matter how fast they traveled, cultivators could still sense the process of their own flight.
Even if one could cross ten thousand miles in an instant, there would ultimately be some sensation of spatial change during the flight.
But now, although Qin Fengming could feel the wind rushing past his ears and see hundreds or thousands of mountain peaks receding into the distance, he could not sense the slightest change in space.
It was an exceedingly wondrous sensation, as if all the overlapping mountains and ridges within his sight were merely a painting.
Standing atop a mountain peak, sensing the hard rock beneath his feet, the verdant forests, and the mountain wind rushing toward his face, Qin Fengming nevertheless felt everything was incomparably real.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of branches and leaves, gently rubbing them between his fingers. Green leaf juice immediately stained his fingertips, and the distinctive grassy scent of trees wafted out.
"Hahaha, this place is truly wondrous. It can actually fuse illusion with the perception of space to such an extent." Looking at the green juice on his fingertips, Qin Fengming suddenly let out a delighted laugh.
On his fingers, Qin Fengming discovered several runes he had been unable to sense earlier.
Those runes were extremely tiny, beyond the reach of ordinary spiritual sense. Yet now, Qin Fengming could sense the existence of those minute runes.
Although those runes were so tiny that they were difficult to detect with spiritual sense, Qin Fengming sensed an indescribable spatial aura