Qin Fengming's voice had barely risen when the countless fist imprints, swift as rolling thunder, vanished into thin air. Three figures flashed; two phantoms disappeared, while one figure reappeared where the handsome middle-aged cultivator had stood moments before.
If not for the surging, immense energy around Qin Fengming, one would have thought the handsome middle-aged man had never moved at all.
"Who are you? How do you know this old man's real name?" Lightning flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes as he fixed them on Qin Fengming, astonishment showing across his face.
No one had mentioned his name for tens of thousands of years.
Ever since he had arrived in the Tianhong Realm, that name had never surfaced again, and no one had addressed him by it. Yet now, someone had called it out directly, leaving the middle-aged cultivator utterly astounded.
He could be certain that anyone who knew his real name could not be from the Spirit Realm. They had to be a cultivator from the Human Realm, where he had originated.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he swiftly banished that thought from his mind.
He had not remained in the Human Realm for long—only around one or two thousand years—and most Human Realm cultivators could live only for several hundred years. By now, tens of thousands of years had passed since he had ascended to the upper realm and entered the Tianhong Realm. In the Human Realm, that was an incomparably distant span of time.
The Human Realm's cultivators had already changed through dozens of generations. Even if his reputation had once been considerable there, far too much time had passed, and all information about him had long since been buried in the river of history. Besides, the name Phantom Venerable was not unique to him.