Some people who encountered a formation like this might have realized it just as he had.
But people always clung to a hope of getting lucky. Having paid such a great price and put in so much effort, with success almost within sight, how could they give up?
Almost none could bear to let go.
If someone truly gave up at a time like this, one could only say that they were decisive and understood what to keep and what to relinquish-someone capable of great things.
Qingfeng's circumstances were somewhat different. He was still reluctant to let go, but his tranquil state of mind had allowed him to see the true nature of this formation.
"A secret chamber," Qingfeng said with a deep sigh.
The moment the door appeared, a billowing wave of heat rushed at him from behind it.
Caught off guard by its sudden eruption, Qingfeng was left rather disheveled.
The heat wave was so scorching that the robes on his body actually began to burn of their own accord.
He hurriedly took control of Heaven and Earth Momentum, shutting out the searing heat, and hastily extinguished the flames on his body.
He only had this one Daoist robe here. If it burned away, was he supposed to go naked?
Being alone here for now was one thing, but he believed he would eventually get out. Was he supposed to be naked then?
Still, he had been a little too slow. Although he had put out the fire, his Daoist robe was already unrecognizable.
Countless holes covered it.
In many places, the flesh beneath was exposed, letting drafts in everywhere.
One could say that Qingfeng now looked little different from a beggar.
His hair, in particular, had also caught fire just now and was now a tangled mess.