Crimson Cattail Grass

() Qin Fengming was standing there. A hundred zhang ahead, the sky was no longer shrouded in billowing smoke.

What made Qin Fengming suddenly stop was the fact that he had abruptly sensed the suppressive force enveloping his body weaken considerably. This discovery startled him at once.

"Could it be that the central region of the Sky Flame Mountain Range no longer has a Restrictive Spell that prevents flight?"

The moment this thought arose in Qin Fengming's mind, it shocked him deeply. If the Restrictive Spell that prevented flight truly had no effect, Core Formation cultivators would not need to spend such a long time searching the central region of the Sky Flame Mountain Range.

Yet that was absolutely impossible. Every time the Sky Flame Mountain Range opened, only a tiny fraction of the cultivators who entered were able to find the white-mist region. Within a radius of ten thousand li, if Core Formation cultivators were unaffected by the Restrictive Spell that prevented flight, they might need only a few months to search the entire area.

"There must be some hidden reason here." Having thought of this, Qin Fengming became even more certain that something existed here of which he was unaware.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Fengming offered a Puppet into the air. Urged by his divine sense, the Qi Gathering stage Puppet circled rapidly once before returning to Qin Fengming.

"Heh heh, so that's how it is." After putting away the Puppet, Qin Fengming felt greatly relieved.

Just now, when he had driven the Puppet forward, he had already sensed that the Restrictive Spell that prevented flight had not vanished. Rather, it had weakened considerably. If a cultivator used the Sky Soaring Art, the effect was no longer significant, but if one flew by means of