Qin Fengming had not let down his guard. His divine sense enveloped the gathered cultivators, naturally picking out several Mahayana cultivators among them.
These Mahayana cultivators were not the same people he had encountered outside Ice Plains Island earlier. Leaving everything else aside, merely managing to gather a dozen or twenty Mahayana cultivators from the Three Realms into a single domain was enough to astonish the other domains of the Spirit Realm.
These Mahayana cultivators had come to Manghuang Sect, yet had not been allowed to enter the sect. This was evidently something Qin Daoxi and the others had deliberately arranged.
A sect's sacred grounds could not allow just anyone to enter without sufficient strength. In particular, Mahayana cultivators possessed terrifying destructive power, so refusing them entry was only reasonable.
Qin Fengming was gratified. Under Qin Daoxi's control, Manghuang Sect had reached its present state. That alone had not been easy.
Looking at the sea of people before Manghuang Sect's mountain gate and the thousands upon thousands of cultivators whose gongs and drums thundered through the heavens, Qin Fengming's heart burned with excitement, and he felt a little lightheaded with pride. He truly hoped the world would remain peaceful and that no calamity reducing living beings to charred bones would occur. But in the Cultivation World, that was nothing more than a luxury.
Amid the surging clamor of the gathered cultivators and under the eyes of tens of thousands, Qin Fengming and the other three stopped outside the mountain gate of Manghuang Sect, which they had been parted from for so long.
The place had originally been shrouded in restrictive mist and was opened only on specific days, allowing those with business to visit the mountain gate and trade with Manghuang Sect. But today was different. The restrictions had been