After that terrifying ordeal, Qin Fengming realized that although his sea of consciousness had been tempered by a Heaven-defying Divine Object, and although he possessed many soul techniques far superior to those of other cultivators, he still had shortcomings.
The reason he had ultimately emerged victorious this time had to be attributed to luck.
Although that luck had also come from his own sufficient accumulation, it still made him sense danger and forced him to reassess himself.
Qin Fengming's physical body was certainly far tougher than those of cultivators at the same level. Even if he competed in physical offense and killing against a body-refining existence among the Mahayana, he would not flinch. He had always believed that with his physical body, he could withstand most of the erosive environments in the Cultivation World.
The reason he had dared to venture deep into Yinfeng Gorge was precisely because he considered his physical body powerful.
Otherwise, if it had been another cultivator, even with the protection of the Wen Huan Beast Armor, they certainly would not have been able to reach such depths.
Yet he had still underestimated the dangers of the Cultivation World. The Primordial Saint Soul, which had already condensed a spiritual embryo, had not yet developed intelligence and was not fully formed, but the terrifying might it displayed made killing Qin Fengming an effortless task.
Qin Fengming knew that he could not possibly refine such a terrifyingly powerful Primordial Saint Soul. But upon hearing Sang Tai's words, he suddenly realized that even if he could not refine the spiritual embryo's core matter, as long as he could fuse and refine the strange mist released by the Primordial Saint Soul that now filled his sea of consciousness, the benefits he gained would certainly be heaven-defying.
"Refining the mist here...