Though Cloud Mountain was not particularly tall, it bordered the Black Nether Mountain Range. Mist shrouded it in hazy veils, like gauze swirling through the air.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Cloud Mountain lies ahead."
Ying Congyun wore a light blue robe, calm and unhurried as drifting clouds.
Chen Ping'an nodded lightly and looked toward distant Cloud Mountain. It was wrapped in dense white mist, faintly visible, as though suspended above the clouds.
Compared with Northern Mountain Pass, Cloud Mountain lay closer to the Black Nether Mountain Range. Coupled with its unique terrain, the surrounding thin mist possessed far greater obstructive power. Even ordinary Grandmasters might not be able to penetrate it with their senses, and even Great Grandmasters would find their spiritual perception considerably hindered.
Yet before a Celestial's Soul Power, such white mist was merely decoration.
Whoosh!
The two flashed forward in streaks of light and descended toward distant Cloud Mountain.
They had come today for trade. Traveling light, neither had put on any grand display.
To be precise, Chen Ping'an currently only had the airborne carriage assigned by the Town Pacification Office. Its overall evasion speed was far inferior to his openly displayed means of travel. Below the Martial Dao Celestial realm, it represented majesty and solemn authority, but to him, it was only slightly less useless than chicken ribs.
Without spirit beasts to pull it, the carriage could fly through the air, but its speed was limited—only a little faster than that of an ordinary Great Grandmaster. Furthermore, it consumed no small amount of Origin Crystals.
For the sake of maintaining appearances, it was not much better than the Quasi-Fourth Rank Spirit Boat Chen Ping'an had used before.
Upon Cloud Mountain, jagged rocks rose amid drifting mist.
A gigantic mountain peak more than several thousand zhang in diameter