Yue Qianchou stood silently to one side. He had not known what was going on either, but ever since his all-night talk with Bi Changchun that day, he had learned that it was the Myriad Sword Demon Lord's handiwork. It seemed to have been made specifically to pit the immortals of the Immortal Realm. That madman's thirst for revenge was too strong—he would not let others have it easy even in death.
This was a secret. He could not tell Crocodile Immortal Lord.
"Am I seeing things? How could there be so much Spirit Transformation Smoke here? Who did this?" Crocodile Immortal Lord muttered in shock, then abruptly turned and asked, "Yue Qianchou, do you know what exactly is going on here?"
"What do you mean, what's going on?" Yue Qianchou said unconcernedly. "It has always been like this here! Who knows how many years it has existed? We have always called this place Misty Forest. What? Is something wrong?"
"It has always been like this?" Crocodile Immortal Lord was speechless. His expression shifted between light and dark as he sank into thought...
After silently waiting for a while, Yue Qianchou asked, "What exactly is this Spirit Transformation Smoke you mentioned?"
Crocodile Immortal Lord suddenly raised his head as if awakening, his eyes fixed on the shifting, surging Seven-Colored Mist. Staring blankly, he said, "That colored mist is Spirit Transformation Smoke. It is an immensely poisonous thing. Once it touches you, no matter how high your cultivation is, it will be of no use. I do not know where this thing came from. Even in the Immortal Realm, it rarely appears; most people have merely heard its legend. I have only seen it once myself. But why has it appeared here? And on such a massive scale, gathered here for