The group descended. After only a few dozen zhang, the rift cave had already turned pitch-black, and nothing could be seen. The fissure widened farther below, its rocks jagged and uneven, apparently formed naturally.
After more than a thousand zhang, the cave had become immense, spanning several thousand zhang in width.
The space below remained dark and empty. Even after releasing their divine senses and probing two or three thousand zhang downward, they still had not reached the bottom of the cave.
Qin Fengming remained calm as he descended alongside the three Mahayana cultivators from the True Demon Realm, two rune-pattern crystals clenched tightly in his hand. In this place, all kinds of divine abilities were clearly unsuitable; borrowing the energy of the rune patterns was the most appropriate choice.
As he continued descending, Qin Fengming suddenly felt an elusive sense of danger surge in his heart.
The feeling was hazy and impossible to grasp. Qin Fengming grew vigilant and swept his divine sense around him, but he could not detect what danger existed.
Although he could not determine the specifics, Qin Fengming still secretly informed Qu Wen and the other three of what he was feeling.
Whether intentionally or not, the few of them slowly drew closer to Qin Fengming as they descended.
The three people from the True Demon Realm clearly did not take Qin Fengming's group of five seriously. If they had not needed Qin Fengming's help to collect the Baleful Intent and Demonic Qi, the three probably would not have bothered with them at all.
Qin Fengming had also long understood that most of what had been said to him earlier in the Tianhong Realm was false. Saintly Venerable Qinglin had never seen the Baleful Intent and Demonic Qi; everything had been a lie he fabricated.