At night, the pitch-black mountains resembled colossal beasts, crouching there, asleep.
The wind sweeping through them sounded like their slumbering snores.
Wei He did not hesitate. He plunged headlong into the mysterious, unfathomable white mist.
The mountain path sloped at a forty-five-degree angle, and Wei He quickly found a trail that seemed to have been used by demons.
The path wound upward, twisting and turning as it stretched toward the summit.
He slowed slightly, remaining alert for anything that might appear around him.
He had not forgotten that this path had once been an absolute dead end, and was also riddled with Void Demon fissures.
Beneath his feet was a hard, pitch-black mountain road. All around him was white mist with no end in sight.
He could not see the night sky overhead, nor could he see anything around him. Only the road ten-odd meters ahead continued to stretch onward.
Without a word, Wei He accelerated along the path.
He did not know how long he had walked. The road grew steeper and narrower, and from time to time, he had to pass through gaps between rocks.
All around him were nothing but bare stone. No greenery, no animals. No insects.
There was only deathly silence.
Suddenly, Wei He halted. A faint rustling sound drifted over from somewhere far to his right.
Though he could not see what lay beyond the mist, he could hear the commotion.
Stopping, Wei He's True Strength automatically coiled around him, forming a sturdy defense.
After three defensive enhancements at the Golden Body realm, the surface of his skin had already become unimaginably tough. Even an attack from a Perfected Grandmaster would likely leave only a few marks, unable to break through his defenses.
Still, caution was paramount. When facing the unknown, no amount of