Earlier, Qin Fengming and Meng He had traveled from the Teleportation Array to the gates of Nine Ruins Mountain. Although they had not seen many cultivators, Qin Fengming had swept the area with his divine sense and could feel powerful restrictions lingering everywhere they passed.
He was certain that if anyone harbored malicious intentions, they might be attacked and killed by the restrictions in an instant. At the very least, they would be teleported out of Nine Ruins Mountain's protective restrictions.
Stopping outside the mountain gates, where no restrictions blocked the way, Qin Fengming looked ahead.
More than a hundred thousand cultivators—some standing, others hovering in the air—filled and obscured nearly a hundred square miles before the two towering gate towers.
Looking at the densely packed crowd, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a suffocating aura rush straight at his face.
He secretly drew a deep breath, and a blazing battle intent immediately surged within him.
The cultivators before him certainly did not include anyone at the Mahayana stage. However, there were surely more than a thousand Profound Tier cultivators among them, and there would probably be quite a few at the late Profound Tier and peak.
Even a Mahayana cultivator would likely feel considerable pressure when facing so many furious cultivators.
It was true that a Mahayana cultivator could crush Profound Tier cultivators, but that applied only to a small number of them. If hundreds or thousands of Profound Tier cultivators stood before a Mahayana cultivator and attacked at once, the might unleashed in an instant would surely be something no Mahayana cultivator would dare face head-on without a care.
"Are fights allowed outside the gates of Nine Ruins Mountain?" Qin Fengming asked with a slight frown after stopping beneath the gate tower. There was no trace of anxiety or cowardice