Qin Fengming was exceedingly familiar with that cultivator's figure. When his divine sense touched it, he felt as if their souls had merged. It was precisely the Second Soul Spirit clone he had braved immense danger to come to the Aoteng Realm in search of.
Yet at this moment, the Second Soul Spirit clone was lying motionless atop a tall stone platform. It had not exchanged the slightest hint of spiritual contact with Qin Fengming, causing his heart to jolt violently.
The place before them was a valley that his divine sense could not completely envelop. In the valley stood a very tall stone platform.
The stone platform occupied most of the valley, and there was only one route leading to its summit.
It was a flight of stairs. By climbing them, one could reach the stone platform where the Second Soul Spirit currently lay. The platform was flat, and several dozen enormous cauldrons stood around it.
The Second Soul Spirit was currently lying atop an altar surrounded by the giant cauldrons.
"Fellow Daoist Qin's aura keeps fluctuating between strong and weak. Could he have suffered severe injuries?" Hua Huanfei asked anxiously, her concern plain on her face.
"It seems that a vast soul aura is lingering atop that stone platform. Whether he is injured or ill can only be determined after we climb up."
Qin Fengming's divine sense enveloped the stone platform. After a moment, he spoke in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately activated his soul cultivation and walked down toward the mountain. Hua Huanfei and Ying Yi said nothing more and followed closely behind him.
There was still no danger in the valley. Without encountering the slightest obstruction, they soon reached the stairs beneath the tall stone platform.
But the instant the