Congealing the Core

A strange feeling like this had happened once before. Qin Fengming no longer showed the slightest trace of excitement.

Glancing around, he saw several spirit beasts watching him with hints of terror in their eyes. Qin Fengming could not help smiling faintly. He knew that the sudden change in the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy here had frightened the spirit beasts and spirit insects somewhat.

His divine sense went out. With a wave of his hand, several spirit beasts and tens of thousands of Silver Sheath Worms flew rapidly toward Qin Fengming, vanishing before him in the blink of an eye.

Although a Foundation Establishment cultivator's Core Formation Heavenly Tribulation could not compare with the Nine-Five Heavenly Tribulation that descended when a Core Formation cultivator formed a Nascent Soul, it was still not something Qin Fengming's spirit beasts could withstand.

At this moment, the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy that had just been stirred up had already scattered the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation. In the face of the unique nature of a Heavenly Tribulation, no formation could have the slightest effect.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming waved his hand, and more than a dozen formation flags flew back into it. With another wave, he put them away as well.

He knew that once the Heavenly Tribulation began, there would certainly be no cultivators nearby. If there were any, they would inevitably have to undergo the baptism of a Heavenly Tribulation just as he did. That was something no cultivator would ever be willing to experience.

After putting everything away, Qin Fengming once again sat cross-legged on the rocky ground. He looked up at the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy still swirling endlessly overhead, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. Raising his hand, he sent three black pills into