After seeing off Venerable Jie Mie and the other Mahayana cultivator, Qin Fengming sat down cross-legged, his heart far from calm. In the face of a powerful cultivator descended from the Miro Realm, it would certainly have been a lie to say that Qin Fengming felt neither wary nor nervous.
He had only just advanced to Mahayana, and all his divine abilities and secret treasures needed time to be refined anew and have their power increased.
As someone descended from the Immortal Realm, that person's divine abilities and methods were certainly not only more numerous than those of the Three Realms' cultivators, but also more powerful. Fighting such an existence, even a profound treasure might not be able to accomplish anything. The other party might even possess a terrifying treasure no weaker than a profound treasure. Otherwise, the Three Realms would not have suffered such heavy casualties earlier.
Although he was uneasy, Qin Fengming still had some confidence in himself. At the very least, he believed he had enough means to escape and stay alive; it was impossible for the other party to kill him easily.
Besides, Qin Fengming had another major reliance: the fragments of the Law Divine Chains.
Whenever he thought of the terrifying power displayed by the water spat out by that terrifying primordial beast, his heart surged. It was an attack that might even be somewhat stronger than a profound treasure's attack. As long as he could create a divine ability capable of fusing with the fragments of the Law Divine Chains, his own strength would certainly soar.
Qin Fengming had an even bolder idea: to fuse the fragments of the Law Divine Chains into the stone stele painting scroll. If he could truly accomplish that, he would definitely possess an utterly terrifying trump card.
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