Qin Fengming had already experienced the terror of the Bitter-Cold Yin Wind.
There could be no mistake in what Immortal Yun Ling had said. If not for the suppression of the Spirit Realm's Heaven and Earth laws, this Bitter-Cold Yin Wind might truly have possessed enough power to annihilate even a Chaos True Immortal.
If Qin Fengming had not possessed heaven-defying talismanic runes that could isolate negative interference, and if Immortal Yun Ling had not possessed the Chaos Crystal Stone, they would certainly have returned empty-handed this time.
They said that surviving a great calamity would surely bring good fortune afterward. Qin Fengming's heart suddenly filled with anticipation for the Soul Gathering Hall.
Looking at Immortal Yun Ling and Kou Yuxin, who had already sat cross-legged and begun forming hand seals to recover their condition, Qin Fengming's heart stirred again.
Immortal Yun Ling's brows were slightly furrowed at this moment, but her expression remained fairly calm. Clearly, the journey through the Yin Wind had affected her, but she could still endure it.
Kou Yuxin, however, had sat down on the ground the instant he left the Yin Wind's domain. His entire body trembled slightly, as if he had long since been unable to stand steadily. He had merely held on until now through the strength of his powerful will.
The interference Qin Fengming himself had suffered from the Yin Wind had been no less than what Immortal Yun Ling and Kou Yuxin endured.
Yet the condition Qin Fengming had displayed before leaving had only been somewhat better than Kou Yuxin's. Compared with Immortal Yun Ling's composure, he had been far worse.
But the moment Qin Fengming escaped the Bitter-Cold Yin Wind's interference, the waves of excruciating pain inside his body—pain that seemed capable of piercing and ripping apart every meridian—had