The Seven Hundred and Tenth Chapter: Beneath the Illusion Formation

At a glance, Qin Fengming immediately understood. Everything that had just happened was still within the illusion formation. Venerable Tianquan was not real either, but had unquestionably been conjured by the illusion formation itself.

As Qin Fengming's body plummeted rapidly, a pitch-black cave more than a dozen zhang wide suddenly appeared on the rocky ground below. An extremely sinister, cold wind poured out of the cave and blew against his body. He immediately felt as though he had fallen into an ice cavern, the icy chill penetrating to his very marrow.

With no foothold whatsoever, his body dropped toward the pitch-black cave. Even when Qin Fengming desperately circulated the spiritual power within him, he still could not accomplish the slightest thing.

It was as though an invisible suction force existed within the cave. No matter how Qin Fengming struggled, he could not steady himself. Listening to the wind howling beside his ears, an invisible pressure enveloped him, giving him the feeling that he would perish here.

The cave seemed bottomless. Qin Fengming had been falling for a full hour, yet there was still no sign that he was nearing the end. During that hour, no matter what movement technique Qin Fengming used, he could not escape his state of rapid descent.

Under such bizarre circumstances, sweat poured from Qin Fengming's entire body, and his heart was filled with extreme anxiety.

With Qin Fengming's knowledge, he naturally understood that if he could not break free from this situation, he would continue falling forever, until he eventually died of old age here.

At this moment, Venerable Tianquan, standing outside the illusion formation, wore a trace of mockery on his face. His eyes were fixed tightly on the young cultivator floating within the formation, and he let out a cold snort through his