Qin Fengming had always been meticulous, especially when facing restrictive formation arrays, where he was even more attentive to the finest detail.
Just now, while probing the restriction, he had detected a strange divine-soul aura within the mist, one that could silently infiltrate the divine sense he had activated.
That made Qin Fengming's heart stir abruptly.
Logically speaking, if it was only meant to block savage beasts from invading, why would there be any need to add this sort of divine-soul method that could silently invade a cultivator's body?
That divine-soul aura was extremely hidden. If Qin Fengming had not used special Spirit Patterns to sense the mist restriction, he feared that even if he touched the mist, he would not have noticed it.
As for a divine-soul aura, even if it did not contain divine-soul Spirit Patterns, Qin Fengming still did not dare lightly allow it to merge into his body.
After a brief pause, Qin Fengming turned and looked around at the surrounding world, a strange color flashing in his eyes. Once he entered this forbidden mist, he would part completely from the Desolate Ming Land.
Although it was not necessarily impossible for him to return to the Desolate Ming Land in the future, that would surely be a matter of who knew how many tens of thousands of years later. In the Desolate Ming Land, there were quite a few people who had crossed paths with him. With this farewell, it truly would be an end with no date in sight.
The expression on Qin Fengming's face flickered, and his gaze gradually became grave, finally turning resolute. His expression returned to calm as he circulated the Treasure-Refining Ghost Art within his body, covering his entire body, then decisively took a step and walked into the mist.
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