Qin Fengming's gaze swept rapidly around him, and his heart immediately relaxed. Not far away, Qingyu and Jun Yan had their eyes closed, their bodies floating in the lake water that flashed with white light.
Seeing that the two were unharmed, Qin Fengming finally felt at ease. He surveyed his surroundings, but for a time, made no move.
This lake water was precisely the white, hazy current that had once surged over them and swallowed them whole. It was also the heaven-defying opportunity in the Spiritual Sense Pool that Jun Yan had mentioned.
However, when Qin Fengming recalled what he had just experienced, he felt somewhat disappointed.
The Spirit Patterns within those fragments of spiritual sense did indeed contain information, but he had no way to comprehend it. Those Spirit Patterns were merely scattered remnants of a certain memory, and there was simply no way to find all the fragments of spiritual sense and fuse them together.
Moreover, the number of spiritual-sense fragments here could be described only with an unimaginably astronomical figure.
Not to mention a single cultivator—even a Dao Ancestor who had lived through endless years would be unable to comprehend all the fragments of spiritual sense here.
Qin Fengming felt somewhat discouraged. He had been convinced that he could find some lost divine ability or secret technique within the spiritual-sense energy here, or perhaps a certain piece of information.
But after what he had just experienced, he completely abandoned that impractical idea.
With his expectations gone, he once again focused his attention on the dense soul energy around him. He was inside the lake, yet the abundance of soul energy exceeded all imagination. As he remained there, the corrosive aura he had sensed upon entering the lake had vanished. In its place was soul energy of utmost