Yunmeng Mountain was a first-time experience for every cultivator.
Although the ancient records had said much about it, they were by no means comprehensive. Thus, the moment everyone entered the mist, they immediately raised their vigilance to the utmost.
There was no particularly powerful Illusionary Effect in the mist at the valley entrance. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator were here, they likely would not encounter the slightest problem without relying on a magic treasure to steady their mind.
But Yunmeng Mountain was notorious, so Qin Fengming naturally did not dare be careless in the slightest.
Qin Fengming led Zhao Ping, Lang Yuan, three peak Nascent Soul cultivators, and the old man surnamed Ruan as they flew ahead. The people behind followed closely, twenty or thirty zhang away. Their bodies flashed, and they vanished into the depths of the valley.
This valley was vast, spanning a full twenty or thirty li. Lofty mountain peaks stretched and rolled on both sides, while the mist atop them was clearly several times denser than that in the valley.
With their intellect, naturally no one would fly straight over the mountain peaks and touch that dense mist.
Although mist existed here, Qin Fengming released his immense divine sense and detected no trace of restrictive formations. The mist merely contained an aura that greatly suppressed divine sense.
Flying through the valley, they encountered no great obstruction.
But everyone was cautious by nature, so naturally no one would risk testing anything with their own body. Their speed was neither fast nor slow, and they flew only at the speed of a Core Formation cultivator.
The twenty- or thirty-li-long valley was crossed in the blink of an eye.
The moment they emerged from this vast valley, a strange, wavering sound suddenly reached their ears.
The sound seemed