Yunmeng Mountain was not merely a single peak, but a vast mountain range. No one could clearly explain just how large this mountain range was.
That was because no one had ever been able to measure it. Even flying around the outskirts of this mist-shrouded land could lead one to be captured by the strange restrictions within the mist and enter it unknowingly, only to perish inside in the end.
Thus, the cultivators of Ice Plains Island kept their distance from this strange and dangerous place.
Only when it opened would the cultivators of Ice Plains Island come to the entrance. As for the other areas, no one was willing to approach them.
What appeared before them now had undoubtedly made it clear that the restrictions of Yunmeng Mountain had greatly weakened.
The thousand or so cultivators who had stopped there saw Qin Fengming and the others arrive together, numbering more than a dozen. Disappointment immediately appeared in the eyes of most of them.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists. This old man's surname is Ruan and his given name is Han. I wonder how many Ice Sea Beasts you fellow Daoists have with you? Are there any empty places that would allow this old man to enter Yunmeng Mountain with you? I am willing to present two million mid-grade Spirit Stones."
A figure flashed out from one side. In a blur, an old man with graying hair appeared before Qin Fengming and the others. After glancing over the group, his gaze settled on Chu Shixian's face. He clasped his fists and spoke courteously.
The old man had an honest and sincere look on his face. His eyes shone brightly, making him appear candid and selfless. The fluctuations of aura emanating from him revealed that his cultivation had already reached the mid Integration