Buddhist chants lingered in the air, stirring the soul. When Qin Fengming suddenly heard them, his agitated mind, immersed in a wondrous scene, unexpectedly calmed in an instant.
Just as Qin Fengming was drawn in by the Buddhist chants, the chanting gradually grew ethereal.
It was as though the person chanting was rapidly traveling into the distance.
"Could this place have a master, with those Buddhist words being the chant of its master recounting his life before his final meditation?" Qin Fengming's expression turned solemn. Only after the chanting had become nearly inaudible did he slowly speak, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
When he first heard the Buddhist chanting, Qin Fengming's heart merely jolted. He was not particularly terrified.
He had already remained here for quite some time and naturally became certain long ago that no cultivator could still be alive here. Even if the soul of some ancient cultivator lingered here, Qin Fengming was certain that, under the seal of the Laws of Heaven and Earth, it could not display much strength.
As he carefully considered the words he had heard in the chanting, Qin Fengming suddenly furrowed his brows.
The words in the Buddhist chants did not seem difficult to understand. Most of them recounted that person's own life: after enduring endless years, he had no wishes left and peacefully passed away amid Heaven and Earth.
But after pondering them carefully, Qin Fengming suddenly discovered that every sentence in the chants contained a meaning he could not fully comprehend.
Auspicious mist, rainbow clouds, and auspicious clouds were easy enough to understand, but when combined with heavenly omens, they were not so easy to explain.
An omen referred to the words of turtle divination, a warning portent existing within Heaven and Earth. Only those who understood Heaven and Earth