With the threat of soul consciousness erosion gone, Qin Fengming felt at ease. He could clearly sense Venerable Jie Mie sitting cross-legged inside the great hall, his expression peaceful and showing no abnormality whatsoever.
The instant his figure entered the great hall, Qin Fengming's mind suddenly wavered.
The soul consciousness energy within the great hall was so dense it exceeded all imagination. It could not be sensed from outside, but upon entering, he immediately felt as though he had suddenly stepped into an endless ocean of soul consciousness.
Soul consciousness energy had no color; it was formless and transparent. Yet strands of interwoven mist floated and swirled within it, and Qin Fengming could clearly sense soul consciousness Spirit Patterns hidden in the mist.
The moment he entered the great hall, wisps of mist shot toward him. In an instant, countless strands of mist touched Qin Fengming's body, immediately seeping through his skin and sinking into his meridians.
Qin Fengming's heart grew wary, and he immediately circulated his incantation.
In the blink of an eye, all the azure star-like specks within his meridians were mobilized. The strange aura that had entered his body was immediately suppressed and restrained, then ultimately refined by the azure star-like specks.
Qin Fengming frowned. No wonder Ancestor Shang Yang, a top-tier Mahayana cultivator of the Three Realms, had perished in this Soul Hall. Without a thorough understanding of the Soul Hall and sufficient preparation, anyone who rashly entered would certainly be invaded by the soul consciousness energy, which was like liquid and possessed terrifying erosive power over the soul and sea of consciousness, instantly falling into a daze.
Ancestor Shang Yang himself had excelled at soul consciousness techniques, yet he still could not escape misfortune. This alone showed how terrifying the Soul Hall was.
After steadying