The Desolate Ming Land was a region cut off from the places where cultivators of the Miro Realm gathered. Qin Fengming had only just emerged from the Desolate Ming Land, only to fall into another sealed-off region, and it left him utterly speechless.
The one good thing was that this place was not completely isolated. There were still several passages connecting it to the regions of the Miro Realm.
It was just that those passages were also extremely perilous. Unless one was at the Golden Immortal stage, cultivators practically did not dare set foot in them.
There were more sect forces here than in the Desolate Ming Land. Superpowers with Dao Lord Mighties numbered a full hundred or so, and the number of intelligent cultivators of the various races was beyond counting.
Let alone an Immortal-stage cultivator—even if a Dao Lord were thrown into this region, it would not cause much of a stir.
In such a place, aside from keeping a low profile, Qin Fengming also had to maintain extreme vigilance. With too many cultivators, people of every kind of scheme and thought would become a mottled tangle, far inferior to the simple honesty of the cultivators in the Qingzhou Immortal Domain.
In the Qingzhou Immortal Domain, as long as there was a super sect standing behind them, even Mahayana cultivators could roam the Immortal Domain, and there were very few with crooked intentions who would target them.
But here, even a Golden Immortal, as a backbone force within a superpower, would not carry much deterrence while roaming the Immortal Domain.
Seeing Qin Fengming making inquiries, intentionally or otherwise, Dong Qian explained with a face full of smiles, without the slightest helplessness showing.
The other three trailed behind the two of them. As they traveled, no one spoke along