Qin Fengming's eyes flickered with blue light, and his expression was likewise taut, as if facing a great enemy. The bloody aura here felt somewhat familiar to him, as though he had sensed it somewhere before, but he could not be certain.
What kind of scene had appeared atop the stone platform to make the two of them so wary?
The towering stone platform spanned dozens of zhang. Dense Spirit Patterns had been laid across it, clearly forming a powerful protective array. Through the lake water saturated with a thick bloody aura, Qin Fengming saw a figure atop the stone platform.
It was a tall figure sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, hazy and impossible to see clearly.
They could only make out the hazy figure. No terrifying aura emanated from it, nor did it reveal any intimidating gaze. It sat motionless, like a clay statue or stone carving. Yet that cross-legged figure alone filled Qin Fengming's heart with alarm.
That figure seemed to be an incomparably terrifying existence, lying dormant in slumber and not to be disturbed.
What made the two of them so terrified was that upon reaching this place, both had clearly sensed a surging vitality filling the stone platform. This indicated that the figure was a living existence.
A cultivator who had existed for who knew how many tens of thousands of years had continued living in this environment, nourished by vital blood essence. Even Jun Yan's mind thundered incessantly at the thought.
One had to know that he himself had been sealed, yet had existed in the Spirit Realm for several million years.
Such a living cultivator must originally have possessed earth-shaking strength. Even now, in this space where no Heavenly Tribulation descended, his strength should not be weak. He might even be able to