Two hours later, eight people appeared in a vast mountainous landscape shrouded in mist.
They had just flown out of the dim environment enveloped by wind and sand when the eight True Ghost Realm cultivators immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began casting spells at full speed, doing everything they could to recover their condition.
Looking at the eight cultivators who had narrowly escaped death, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered. An unusual glint repeatedly flashed through his calm expression.
Qin Fengming had suddenly decided to save the eight men, but it absolutely was not because he had developed any compassion.
Rather, he had suddenly sensed a hidden aura in Meng He's words, and it seemed that he was caught up in a huge conspiracy.
The reason he had this feeling was precisely Meng He's statement: "He was sent into Yunxing Space by Senior Holy Lord Miao Qing." Those words had suddenly made Qin Fengming think of many things.
Holy Lord Miao Qing was not one of the Ten Holy Lords of the True Ghost Realm. However, her strength was not far behind that of the Ten Holy Lords. For hundreds of thousands of years, the True Ghost Realm had circulated the claim that among the three people most likely to become one of the Ten Holy Lords, Holy Lord Miao Qing was one of them.
Qin Fengming knew of Holy Lord Miao Qing because of the memories of Old Ancestor An Ya.
According to Old Ancestor An Ya's memories, several thousand years ago, Holy Lord Miao Qing had sent someone to recruit him and had promised him benefits. The reason Old Ancestor An Ya had refused to join her was that he had sensed that Holy Lord Miao Qing was plotting something major—something that made him feel extremely endangered, a