"Little Martial Uncle, you actually reached the bottom of the lake? How did you do it?" The two women's eyes widened as they cried out in astonishment.
Something countless True Immortals could not accomplish had been achieved by Qin Fengming, a Golden Immortal. The sight left the two women, who considered themselves quite capable, immensely curious.
"I cultivate a divine ability that can counter the lake water's resistance. That is all. There are restriction fluctuations in the mist ahead. Be careful!"
A cluster of palaces lay shrouded in mist. The fog slowly billowed, as though several mist dragons were leisurely swimming within it.
"I am familiar with this restriction. It will not be difficult to break." After standing there for a moment, Qin Fengming suddenly spoke.
The two women were brimming with excitement as they watched Qin Fengming cast his technique. They truly admired their Little Martial Uncle. These were genuine abilities, not something just anyone could possess.
Bang!~~
Streams of Spirit Patterns sank into the mist ahead, followed by dense bursts of booming impacts. Suddenly, the surging mist billowed like a raging flood, rolling and crashing in every direction.
This Restricted Land, sealed away for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, was easily broken by Qin Fengming.
"There are actually eight halls here, arranged in an Eight Trigrams Formation. The statue on the vast plaza in the center seems to have been sealed within by the eight halls."
The three did not advance. As the mist dispersed, the broad expanse ahead came into their view. They quickly spotted the clue and made their judgment.
"Junior Sister, look at that statue's face!" Su Zishan suddenly let out a startled cry.
Qin Fengming fixed his eyes upon it. The statue stood erect, resembling a middle-aged cultivator. Its long