"This place was indeed covered by a phantom formation, but who would spend the effort deliberately concealing the traces of the battle that once took place here? And what could their purpose be?"
Looking at the slash marks left behind by the powerful attacks before her, Fairy Ying Yi spoke with a slight frown.
Qin Fengming did not answer. His divine sense swept across the surroundings as he pondered the matter Fairy Ying Yi had brought up.
This place was not far from the spatial passage marked by Mo Ye. It was quite possible that one side of the battle here had been the Yin Soul ghosts of the Shattered Bone Realm.
However, it was impossible to determine who had fought the Yin Souls.
Logically speaking, even if cultivators had fought here, no one would spend the effort afterward setting up a formation to conceal the traces of battle.
If someone had concealed the traces of the battle, then in Qin Fengming's view, there could only be one result: the people who had fought here did not want anyone else to see that a battle had taken place.
The reason they did not want others to know that a battle had happened here naturally aroused the interest of all three.
The more someone wished to keep a secret hidden, the more likely it was that benefits lay within—and they might even be benefits so heaven-defying that others could never imagine them.
The three of them were deeply versed in such matters. After just a few words, their enthusiasm had already been completely stirred up.
Without exchanging any further words, the three figures blurred and flew off in different directions.
"This place seems a little strange. Fellow Daoist Qin, come quickly!" Before long, a shout rang out from among a mountain