In the Dragon Abyss, a massive stone platform appeared every hundred or so zhang of descent.
Qin Fengming descended all the way, pausing for a while whenever he reached a platform.
He had no choice but to stop, because with every stretch he descended, the dense, heterogeneous energy around him grew stronger, burdening the Spirit Devouring Netherflame beyond what it could bear.
He had to practice the Melting Flame Art to strengthen the Spirit Devouring Netherflame.
Qin Fengming never tired of this and soon grew fond of the process. He could clearly sense that after each pause, the Spirit Devouring Netherflame grew more powerful, making it easier to withstand the erosion of the terrifying aura around him.
The same was true of the Dragon Pattern Spirit-Infused Halberd. With each stop on a stone platform, the dark light emanating from the halberd became increasingly concentrated. Its power had clearly surged.
"It seems this place offers heaven-defying benefits to the bodies or souls of Dragon Clan cultivators, but it isn't nearly as effective for cultivators of other races."
Qin Fengming had felt no obvious benefit to his own body.
This place was indeed as Dao Lord Jiang Yuan had described, but for Qin Fengming himself, it was far from a blessed land.
Yet the benefits Qin Fengming gained were greater than those of Dragon Clan cultivators by an immeasurable margin. Strengthening the Spirit Devouring Netherflame was something he had scarcely dared even imagine.
As he descended, delighted surprises kept stirring in Qin Fengming's heart.
After Qin Fengming stopped for the twelfth time, he suddenly noticed streams of bluish-gray mist rising from the darkness below. The mist churned in that blackness like the surface of a lake of dark water.
Qin Fengming steadied himself, activated the Pure Spirit Divine Eye, and fixed his