The rosy light collapsed and scattered, and the surroundings once again grew dim. The terrifying devouring force that had just emerged vanished with it, and Qin Fengming reappeared before the hazy mist.
The divine ability Ancestor Shang Yang had just displayed was a spatial technique.
This spatial divine ability, with each part linked to the next, filled Qin Fengming with boundless longing. He had cultivated for too few years. Although he had already dabbled in the Law of Empty Sound, he knew very little about spatial divine abilities and techniques.
Although Ancestor Shang Yang lacked spiritual intelligence, the two spatial techniques he had unleashed in succession were enough to make even Mahayana cultivators fear him.
The withered Ancestor Shang Yang had clearly not expected Qin Fengming to break his divine ability the instant he struck. His eyes were somewhat dull, and he actually forgot to launch an attack.
Now that he had gained the upper hand, how could Qin Fengming stop? His form transformed into a phantom and suddenly shot toward the hazy region ahead.
He did not want to engage Ancestor Shang Yang in a long-distance contest of divine abilities. This was extremely disadvantageous for Qin Fengming, who had only just advanced to Mahayana and was not yet familiar with Mahayana cultivation arts. He needed to entangle his opponent at close range and make the spiritually deficient Ancestor Shang Yang lose his own advantage.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Fengming's figure vanished into the pitch-black void, leaving only a Shadow Incarnation behind.
Yet the instant Qin Fengming shot forward, he developed a bad premonition. This was the Sumeru Space activated by his opponent. No matter how swift his movement technique or how superb his concealment, he definitely could not evade the other party's perception.
Sure enough, before