Five years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, a figure appeared on the island, accompanied by a docile savage beast. It was Qin Fengming, who had been in seclusion for five years.
This secret realm could only be stayed in for five or six years. If one did not leave in time, it would vanish into the void along with the secret realm.
Although there was no danger to one's life, no ordinary cultivator would be willing to go into seclusion here for several thousand years. The Immortal Spirit Energy here was indeed abundant, but to Mahayana cultivators, even Immortal Spirit Energy had its limits and could not be endlessly absorbed and refined.
Most importantly, this place was far too dangerous. Every vicious beast here was stronger than an ordinary Mahayana cultivator. Once a vicious beast set its sights on someone, the chances of an ordinary Mahayana cultivator perishing were extremely high.
In just five short years, more than a hundred Mahayana cultivators had been devoured by vicious beasts that encountered them during their seclusion. The scenes had been horrific, leaving not even bones behind.
And no one knew how many others had escaped from the jaws of vicious beasts.
As for the low-level cultivators who had perished in the beasts' jaws, their number was even greater than that of the Mahayana cultivators.
Qin Fengming did not bring that strange beast with him. He left the island alone. He needed to find Fang Cong and the others, and that strange beast was far too conspicuous. He did not search through the mist on the island. With vicious beasts prowling all around, no Mahayana cultivator would dare enter seclusion in the island's mist.
"That bastard Qin Fengming!"
Just as Qin Fengming stopped before a patch of mist,