Qin Fengming was overjoyed. The thing he had been most worried about had still not happened, and his tightly suspended heart finally settled.
"Come here. Let this Qin take a look at what kind of restriction has been placed inside your body." Qin Fengming beckoned, telling the old woman to come closer.
With his mood relaxed, Qin Fengming's face was warm and amiable. The terrifying aura he unconsciously radiated also withdrew, while a gentle mass of energy surged forth and enveloped the old woman.
To cast a spell on a Profound Tier cultivator, Qin Fengming did not need to make contact at all. Merely enveloping her with the aura of his divine sense was enough to see through her entire body.
There was a tremendous disparity between the levels of energy controlled by the two sides. The pressure of divine sense alone was enough to control a Profound Tier cultivator.
Of course, if a Profound Tier cultivator were like Qin Fengming, whose internal magic power had gained an astonishing fortuitous opportunity at the Profound Tier and whose energy was so dense and pure that it was not much weaker than a Mahayana's, then they could naturally contend with a Mahayana as an equal.
Under ordinary circumstances, even a peak Profound Tier cultivator was an ant in a Mahayana's eyes. Whether to let them live or die was entirely up to them, and they would not give it the slightest thought.
"Eh? There is actually a mass of aura inside your body that is somewhat connected to the Sea of Blood over there. It seems to prevent you from leaving the Sea of Blood. Could it be that Chi Rong intends to refine all of you into the Sea of Blood?" Suddenly, Qin Fengming's brows knitted tightly, and he uttered words