Condensing the Core

As Qin Fengming was seized by terror, the silver lightning in the sky suddenly vanished. The deafening rumble of thunder also died away without a trace.

Qin Fengming sensed this, yet he felt not the slightest joy.

The reason was that the overwhelming spiritual energy had not stopped in the least. His dantian was still a sea of raging waves, and terrifyingly immense spiritual power continued pouring in without end. The enormous vortex kept spinning, but the round core he had been expecting still failed to appear.

Just as Qin Fengming grew highly vigilant, an indescribable sensation suddenly surfaced in his mind. His vision went black, and he abruptly fainted.

When Qin Fengming woke again, the scene before him had completely changed. Not far from his side, a small river flowed with a murmuring sound. Lush plants grew on both banks, the trees were verdant, and the flowers brilliant—a peaceful and tranquil scene lay spread before him.

Qin Fengming suddenly came to his senses. He was undoubtedly still inside Martial Uncle Tianquan's illusion formation. It turned out that what he had just thought and experienced was merely an event evolved by Martial Uncle Tianquan's illusion formation.

Looking at the scene before him, Qin Fengming's fear only grew.

What he had experienced just now had been so real, as though it truly had happened.

As Qin Fengming involuntarily moved his feet, the scene before him suddenly changed again. The gentle, sunny landscape vanished without warning, replaced by a land shrouded in pitch-black fog.

Within the black fog, sinister winds howled, chilling one to the bone. A fear that seeped into the soul revealed itself within the dense fog, as though some powerful and terrifying existence lurked inside it.

Just as Qin Fengming's mind trembled with fear, a whimpering sound that made