Qin Fengming looked around, but did not see where the Sky-Reaching Pagoda mentioned by the Ghost cultivator surnamed Que was.
After standing there for a moment, Qin Fengming finally said, "Several Fellow Daoists, lead the way. Let us go to Cloud-Gathering Mountain."
When Qin Fengming suddenly uttered the name "Cloud-Gathering Mountain," the expressions of the Ghost cultivators shifted slightly. But they quickly recovered. Qin Fengming had never been here, and none of them had mentioned Cloud-Gathering Mountain. Yet the youth could search the souls of the Ghost cultivators he had captured and obtain their memories.
In other words, this Aoteng cultivator was not entirely ignorant of this Thunder Soul Sea.
The Ghost cultivators said nothing. Their figures swayed, and they flew directly toward the depths of the island. Their speed was neither fast nor slow. Half an hour later, Qin Fengming finally saw what constituted a land of Thunder Soul.
Before them was a strange, dazzlingly bizarre region. Streaks of brilliant yet demonic radiance descended from the sky, enveloping the vast mountain forests below.
Through the flashing waves of light, Qin Fengming could vaguely see slender, towering objects appearing in the distance.
There was no need to guess. Those slender objects that towered into the clouds were the Sky-Reaching Pagodas mentioned by the Ghost cultivator surnamed Que.
Although he had seen only two, Qin Fengming was certain that quite a few more such Sky-Reaching Pagodas existed in this region.
Qin Fengming's gaze swept over the tall pagodas before finally settling on a mass of water vapor lingering in the sky.
With a mere glance, he could distinguish tiny beads of mist within it, resembling raindrops. The beads of mist floated in the air, glittering brilliantly.
The instant his gaze touched the beads of mist, an icy sensation suddenly surged through