Spiritual sense was, at its core, a mass of soul energy containing memories and information. Even cultivators could not clearly explain exactly how it was formed. It was a strange biological activity, mysterious beyond words and impossible to describe.
Yet spiritual sense truly existed. When cultivators searched another person's soul, what they were actually probing was that cultivator's spiritual sense—a cluster after cluster of distinctive soul energy existing within the cultivator's mind.
The fragments of light Qin Fengming's consciousness sensed now were spiritual sense energy.
Moreover, Qin Fengming detected strange Spirit Patterns within these fragments of spiritual sense. The Spirit Patterns were tiny, but there were an astonishing number of them—tens of thousands in every fragment of spiritual sense.
Qin Fengming's consciousness sensed the surroundings, but could not detect Qingyu or Jun Yan's figures at all.
His heart tightened, but he soon understood. In this situation, let alone being unable to detect others, he could not even sense his own second Profound Soul spiritual body.
Yet he was certain that his second Profound Soul spiritual body had perhaps also entered this state. There was no physical body, only something resembling a mass of nothingness, yet he could still think and sense his surroundings, as if looking around with his eyes. The state was bizarre and utterly impossible to describe. None of the ancient texts he had read before contained any record of such a state.
And leaving this state would presumably be no easy matter. Still, Qin Fengming calmed his mind. Since he had already entered this state, he could only take things one step at a time and feel his way forward.
Looking at the densely packed fragments of light floating around him, Qin Fengming's consciousness cautiously drew near.
"Boom~~" Suddenly, Qin Fengming's consciousness felt itself fly at tremendous