In the distance, Qin Fengming and the other three stared wide-eyed as they swiftly looked toward the five-colored clouds roiling violently in the sky.
The dense clouds still surged and churned, but as Mahayana cultivators, all four sensed something strange within them—a presence that suddenly left their divine senses muddled. It clearly possessed a contaminating power capable of defiling vital energy and soul energy. Any magic treasure that fell into it would slip free of its cultivator's control.
What made Qin Fengming's heart pound was that the contaminating aura rising from the Sea of Blood could actually defile a rare treasure releasing the Primordial Law artistic conception. If word of this got out, no one would believe it.
A Primordial Profound Treasure was the most terrifying and powerful kind of treasure in the Three Realms. Any poison that touched one would be directly purged by its savage Primordial aura, making it impossible to approach.
Yet now, the Profound Ghost Saint Ancestor, who controlled such a Primordial object, had actually cried out that his treasure had been defiled.
Did this not mean that the red radiance and rippling light unleashed by the Heavenly Ghost Holy Lord was even more terrifying and powerful than a Primordial Profound Treasure?
Streaks of Five-Colored Sword Blades appeared in sudden flashes like strips of five-colored silk, weaving through and cleaving the thick five-colored clouds in an attempt to purge the strange aura that had merged into them.
But it was useless.
As the five-colored clouds in the sky slowly grew murky, Qin Fengming and the other three all felt their scalps go numb. The terrifying space created by the Profound Ghost Hall and the Nine Heavens Profound Cage—whose might rivaled that of a Primordial Profound Treasure—had been broken through just like that.
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