The soul lamp radiated an aura that was extraordinarily attractive to souls. It could calm those soulless spirits and draw them together around it.
Qin Fengming had no soul lamp in his possession, but he knew what kind of aura a soul lamp emitted. It was released when a special material was ignited, and that substance was extraordinarily difficult to find. Even Qin Fengming had obtained very little of it.
That material had an even more useful application: setting up a large-scale Illusion Great Formation. To Qin Fengming, that was far more important than refining a soul lamp.
Qin Fengming watched coldly from the sidelines. He had no dealings with the other cultivators and concealed himself among the souls without revealing a flaw, following along in a convincing manner.
Suddenly, several cultivators appeared in the distance.
Several whistles rang out among the soul horde. The vast fog surging forward at tremendous speed immediately came to a halt, and Qin Fengming leaped out in front of the fog together with more than twenty cultivators.
"Why are there still so few souls arriving? The deadline is less than half a year away, yet the number gathered hasn't even reached thirty percent. If those seniors find out, they'll probably be furious."
There were five cultivators, all at the late Profound Tier, peak. The leader was an old man with a sinister gaze. Looking at the vast fog behind Qin Fengming and the others, he spoke coldly with a grim expression.
"We haven't dared to slack off. We've followed the agreed route, and every soul garden we passed was broken through. These are all the souls we've managed to gather." A middle-aged man who had traveled with Qin Fengming bowed, his expression somewhat uneasy.
These cultivators who commanded the souls had spent years living