A vast expanse of cyan mist, obscuring a radius of several tens of thousands of zhang, suddenly plunged from within the Heavenly Tribulation clouds, enveloping the enormous dharma body sitting cross-legged.
Watching this vast cyan mist, far surpassing anything from before, descend soundlessly, with countless bizarre cyan Spirit Patterns shooting and roaming within it, Qin Fengming once again sensed a familiar aura.
It was the bizarre energy unique to the Outer Realm fiends, capable of devouring divine sense.
No cultivator undergoing tribulation could evade the lock of this bizarre mist, much less escape its confinement. As soon as the mist enveloped them, a cultivator's Primordial Spirit would be drawn into a strange world.
That was where the Outer Realm fiends seized the Primordial Spirits of cultivators undergoing tribulation, and it was also the place feared by all cultivators of the Three Realms—a place that made their expressions change at the mere mention of it.
As Qin Fengming watched the cyan mist descend and envelop him, a strange hint of a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The cyan mist enveloped his entire body, and a dizzy sensation filled Qin Fengming's dharma body. The world before his eyes suddenly went dark. Then his body became weightless, as if he had abruptly fallen from the void. As he drifted downward, the scenery before him had already changed.
Even though Qin Fengming had entered many times, he still could not completely understand how the cultivators of the Outer Realm Demonic Domain used the bizarre energy of the God Slaying Domain to hook their targets and cause their Primordial Spirits to enter the God Slaying Realm.
However, sensing the familiar aura around him, Qin Fengming felt at ease and was not the least bit flustered.
This was a world shrouded in hazy cyan mist.