In the Abyssal Land, Qin Fengming could not learn the specifics from Fellow Daoist Yu and the others, but by now he was utterly certain of one thing: this place was fraught with danger.
The fact that several hundred Youfu Palace cultivators had perished here was proof enough of how perilous the Abyssal Land was.
Of course, those several hundred Youfu Palace cultivators could not all have been late Profound Tier or peak-level cultivators. Most of them should have been below the Profound Tier.
Qin Fengming had reached this conclusion for two reasons. First, Youfu Palace could not possibly have so many Profound Tier cultivators. Second, the puppets refined by Ancestor Lin Shuo and the others were all low-tier puppets.
After pondering it, Qin Fengming also became certain that the cultivators Youfu Palace had sent into the Abyssal Land did not need especially high cultivation realms. Their purpose in entering should have simply been to obey orders and carry them out.
As for why so many Ao Beasts needed to enter, Qin Fengming guessed it was probably related to the function of the many puppets. What exactly that was, he naturally could not determine.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, what do you think?" Qin Fengming asked as he gazed at the barren desert ahead.
Hearing him, Ancestor Lin Shuo, his expression solemn, answered without the slightest hesitation, "Regardless of what dangers lie beneath this desert, this Lin must enter it."
Hearing Ancestor Lin Shuo's firm, unhesitating decision, Qin Fengming nodded.
Ancestor Lin Shuo possessed a soul-body form. Since he had dared to come to the Evil Sun Land, he must have considered the dangers long ago—and even the danger of perishing.
"Good. Then this Qin will enter the desert ahead with Fellow Daoist and search for the entrance to the Abyssal Land,