The sky around him was dim and hazy cyan. He could sense wisps of pure Primordial Saint Soul spiritual energy filling the air, but he could not sense even a trace of the terrifying aura of the Heaven and Earth laws.
Qin Fengming probed rapidly. The Wen Huan Beast Armor had vanished from around him, as had the small bowl and Cyan Crystal Star Divine Sand. It seemed he had entered a secret realm, and none of the items on his body had come with him.
Though the mist filling this realm was oppressive, the Primordial Saint Soul aura neither attacked nor posed any intense corrosive danger. Realizing abruptly that he was in the form of a spirit soul, Qin Fengming felt slightly relieved.
"Something's wrong. Why does this place seem to be my sea of consciousness?" Qin Fengming suddenly spoke in a low voice, and his entire body tensed.
From the dense mist around him, he suddenly sensed a soul aura—an incomparably familiar and intimate one. It was precisely the aura of the soul in his sea of consciousness.
Qin Fengming's mind rumbled. If this was his sea of consciousness, then what was this hazy cyan mist?
This mist absolutely could not have been formed from the soul energy in his sea of consciousness. At that thought, a chill ran through his entire body, and he sensed that something was terribly wrong.
As he recalled what had happened, Qin Fengming's spirit soul trembled even more violently.
The liquid mass with a pair of eyes, radiating incomparably pure Primordial Saint Soul energy, had displayed terrifying power that left him utterly afraid. It was even more terrifying than when he had faced the Wenlin fierce beast.
That liquid mass could restrain any attack. None of Qin Fengming's methods had been effective