White Stone Valley was not merely a single valley, but a vast mountain range stretching across an area more than ten thousand li wide.
This region was quite unusual. The rocks on any mountain above a hundred zhang were bluish-gray, but below a hundred zhang, they became gray-white. Even if rocks from the mountains fell down, after some time they would turn gray-white on their own.
That was precisely why this region had been named White Stone Valley.
The mountain range was shrouded in a layer of mist. Looking up into the sky, one could still see the sunlight, but it had already become extremely hazy. The blazing sun had turned into a round, deep-red ball.
Within the mountain range, even Qin Fengming's powerful divine sense could only see a hundred-some li. Rumor had it that certain areas of this mountain range were filled with highly poisonous miasma. Even Integration stage cultivators who entered could possibly perish within.
Although this place was not far from the entrance to Black Mist Island, it lay in a remote border region and was fraught with danger. Thus, very few Integration stage cultivators entered. Nascent Soul cultivators, however, dared to venture inside.
With so few cultivators entering, there was naturally a great possibility that extremely precious spirit herbs, some tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years old, existed within.
With the help of a Dragon Soul Beast, entering to investigate would indeed be suitable.
Standing at the edge of White Stone Valley, Qin Fengming waved his hand and took out a magic disk. After examining it for a moment, he put it away, then took out a voice transmission talisman. He whispered twice before sending it flying.
As soon as he sent it out, his figure also rose into the air