Upon hearing Dan Jun Lei Song's distant voice carried over, Qing Hai Lian immediately bowed and hurriedly acknowledged him.
Liu Pu and the others all bowed toward the direction of the voice and paid their respects, but not one of them spoke.
It was obvious that Liu Pu, the others, and the Nine Ruins Mountain cultivators present all wanted to ask Qin Fengming and the Crimson Demon Ancestor something, but there was naturally no chance of that now.
Qin Fengming slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze flickering. Although he wanted to refuse, in the end he said nothing, merely allowing his thoughts to race.
This was an exquisite palace built atop a mountain peak. It was tall and vast, with carved beams and painted rafters. All kinds of plants had been carved into the wooden structure, and amid the swirling clouds and mist, it looked breathtakingly beautiful.
Looking around the palace, although no aura of restrictions could be sensed in this area, Qin Fengming was certain that this mountain peak was probably one of the formation hubs of the Nine Ruins Mountain grand formation.
Before reaching the main hall ahead, Qin Fengming already felt a rich medicinal aura permeating the surroundings.
The hall doors were open. Qing Hai Lian did not stop, directly bringing Qin Fengming and the Crimson Demon Ancestor into the main hall.
"Paying respects to the Old Ancestor. Fellow cultivator Chi and Fellow Daoist Qin have arrived." As soon as he entered the main hall, Qing Hai Lian immediately bowed and saluted a billowing mass of mist ahead, from which scorching heat radiated.
The mass of mist surged, but did not spread. It was clearly bound by restrictions.
Qin Fengming's thoughts stirred. He understood that within the mist, which occupied a space more than a dozen zhang