"The writing here seems to be telling the cultivators who enter that there is an opportunity defying the heavens somewhere within this cluster of palaces..."
Qingyu stepped forward, her beautiful eyes blinking as she carefully made out the writing. She slowly began to speak.
Before she could finish, a sudden cry rang from Qin Fengming's mouth. "Not good, there's something strange here..."
But just as Qin Fengming's words left his mouth, a teleportation force had already enveloped the three of them.
Qin Fengming abruptly waved his hand and reached toward the two people beside him.
However, one hand grasped at empty air, managing only to seize He Xuan's arm. His other hand, thrust out at full speed, merely brushed Qingyu's clothes when the teleportation force surged forth.
Qin Fengming felt his vision go dark. The hand gripping He Xuan suddenly sensed a terrifying force of struggle, as if He Xuan's arm were about to break free from his grasp.
How could Qin Fengming let go? His fingers tightened, and tremendous force immediately surged forth.
That struggling force did not persist. It flashed briefly before vanishing at once. Yet Qin Fengming and He Xuan had already appeared in a stretch of mountain forest.
He immediately released his divine sense. Within its range of detection, there was no sign of Qingyu at all.
"This place is dangerous. Quickly, contact Miss Qing." He Xuan's face was full of worry as he hurriedly spoke.
Qin Fengming was rendered speechless. The communication disk and voice-transmission talisman he carried for contacting Qingyu could not be activated at all. This place blocked every transmission of spatial information.
An anxious expression surfaced on Qin Fengming's face. He immediately sat cross-legged on the rocky ground, formed hand seals, and intended to use a soul technique to communicate with Qingyu.