There were quite a few medicinal patterns here, but despite Qin Fengming sensing with all his might, only one of them reacted to him. The other medicinal patterns were too ethereal, difficult to gather, and impossible to comprehend.
The Pill-Congealing Spirit Pattern was, in the first place, a spirit pattern that every Pill Dao Master had to comprehend.
The Pill-Congealing Spirit Pattern here was different from the ones he had comprehended before. It was closer to an origin spirit pattern, but there were ultimately traces to follow. The fact that Qin Fengming could gather it meant he had already succeeded halfway.
Qin Fengming did not know whether casting this spirit pattern every time would summon the pill tribulation, but he could already clearly sense that when the spirit pattern was added to a pill, it would bring the pill enormous benefits.
Lightning continued raining down around him, but it was far from the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation.
Under such circumstances, Qin Fengming simply could not calm his mind and comprehend anything. His figure flickered as he swiftly left the mountain valley.
Strangely enough, the moment Qin Fengming left the area shrouded in medicinal mist, the streaks of arcane lightning descending above his head abruptly came to a halt and vanished.
Could it be that I can no longer enter this mountain valley? Standing outside the valley, Qin Fengming looked up at the thick mist billowing in the distance, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
He entered the valley again. Sure enough, as soon as he sank into the mist, arcs of lightning immediately descended from the sky above him once more. Their density was no less than before.
"It seems that as long as I remain in the valley's mist, I'll become tainted with the aura of