Seeing Qin Fengming enter the vast, continuous mountain valley ahead, the Mahayana cultivators exchanged glances. They knew what Qin Fengming intended to do, but none of them believed they possessed the means to accomplish it.
Actually, Qin Fengming was not certain either. However, he was not acting blindly. Since he had an idea, he wanted to give it a try.
Although trees had fallen and branches and leaves had snapped in the valley, it was still lush and flourishing. The grass and trees were verdant, and streams burbled merrily. Yet the place was utterly dead. Not a single poisonous insect, so common elsewhere, could be seen, nor was there any Magic Beast. It was as if even the mountain breeze had grown gentle and soundless.
Qin Fengming released his divine sense and sensed faint spatial fluctuations lingering in the air. This confirmed that the experiences of Saintly Venerable Jing Hu and Madam Yun Yuan had indeed occurred.
After investigating for a while, Qin Fengming determined that the spatial hurricanes appearing here had swept every living being containing a divine soul along their path into them, transporting them to that hidden space.
Stopping in an open area, Qin Fengming immediately began forming hand seals with both hands and sent out Spirit Patterns in every direction.
He was setting up a formation, laying out formation patterns directly on the ground without carving formation flags or formation plates. Engraving formation patterns in the air like this was something only advanced formation grandmasters could do, because not the slightest error could be made in the patterns. Otherwise, the formation would operate poorly and its effects would be weakened.
Even Qin Fengming himself did not know whether the formation he was setting up this time would succeed. He rapidly carved the formation patterns, unwilling to