Several people had departed, and the God Slaying Realm had grown quiet. Looking around, the entire world seemed never to have experienced a battle at all. The mountains were majestic, the sky vast and lofty, and everything appeared tranquil.
Qin Fengming gathered his thoughts and glanced at the glowing formation not far away. He knew that Qing Zijian would not be refining Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen's Primordial Spirit anytime soon. However, he was not in a hurry. Devouring the Primordial Spirit of a Mahayana cultivator was no simple matter; Qing Zijian needed to make thorough preparations before he could begin.
As for how to devour an Emperor Venerable's Primordial Spirit, Qin Fengming was certain that Qing Zijian understood it even better than he did.
Qin Fengming had already placed the necessary seals, heavily sealing Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen's Primordial Spirit and putting it into a deep sleep so that it could not easily awaken. With the great formation's assistance as well, if Qing Zijian still could not devour Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen's Primordial Spirit, then Qin Fengming could only sigh that he had not been meant to receive this opportunity.
Even so, Qin Fengming carefully inspected the great formation. Only after confirming that there would be no mishaps did he turn his gaze toward the ground beneath his feet. This was the God Slaying Realm. At first glance, it was no different from any other realm: the sky was deep and the earth heavy. Yet upon entering this time, Qin Fengming immediately sensed that it was different.
Within this world, the might of any technique related to rune patterns would be enhanced somewhat.
When he had first fought Mo Ze and Lei Yun, he had not felt this way. It was only when he had charged at the impact Mahayana